The fall is here and I feel happy. I feel happy for so many reasons. This particular season change is symbolic for me. It not only marks the end of the summer but the closing of a particularly hard chapter of my life. Some of you might have noticed that I've been away from writing to you. My summer (and perhaps the winter too) can be best described as a circus. I've experienced so much. I've seen horrible things and I have seen beautiful things. I have seen myself. And I have seen others. Some folks that I considered great friends watched me drown in the swamp. Some even pushed me under a little deeper with high heels when they thought no one was looking. And some showed me unconditional and true love. I've learned how important it is to love and to be loved for real. I've learned the value of lifelong friendship and family. I've learned it is those things and only those things that are important and beautiful in life. I've learned that show business is not a real world. Yes, you heard me, Santa Claus is not real! But who gives a fuck?! As long as I can personally differentiate show life from real life I'll be fine and dandy. I'm starting to ramble and change topic. Bottom line: I'm happy to be where I am right now. I'm not ashamed, zero regrets, no apologies. Even though I've got some rich stories to tell you, and boy howdy I do, I'm not ready yet. I'm saving it for my memoir that I will write someday (because you gotta make money off that stuff ya know? - HA). But it won't be anytime soon. I've got many, many more chapters and experiences ahead of me to live out first. But get ready, because I am poised more than ever to unleash my inner LuPone on this world!
Have I ever told you about my best friend Theresa Parsons Sarbeng? We met my freshman year in college. She was a year ahead of me and was the darling of the theatre division. She was a campus celebrity. She wrote the rules and had no apologies. I'd never met anyone like her in my life. She was overflowing with talent, beauty, warmth, style, and cool. I'd never been so enamored before by someone. I admired her and her wild brown curly hair. She was hot shit and was from Albuquerque. Anyone born and raised in New Mexico will tell you Albuquerque was New York City. Everyone wanted to be her best friend. Somehow I got lucky and was able to get close to her and make her my friend for life. Theresa showed me what it was to laugh with my whole soul. She made me feel cool. She made me feel comfortable. She made it safe for me to be myself. Me. 100% me. The me that I'd hid from the world because up until then I was made fun of and harassed my whole life for being different. Because Theresa accepted the real me, I was able to accept the real me. I had a soul mate and a mentor and a best friend and a sister. I honestly don't even know if I would have wound up in New York if it weren't for Theresa. She moved to NYC after college and I just couldn't imagine my life without Theresa (or Jeremy, but that's a different love story) so I followed her across the country and here I am.
My father had very high standards on everything. Particularly friendship. Although my father was always surrounded by so many people, there was only a couple of people that he truly called his friend. Most notably, my Uncle Dan. He's not really my uncle. He's my Dad's best friend and I am named after him. They were so close that it must have not felt right to call him just "Dan" - he needed a familial title. For all intents and purposes he was a brother to my Dad and vice versa and that is why he was always "Uncle Dan." Theresa and I had recently become estranged. So much so that I didn't think I'd ever have her back in my life. While I was lost, I missed out on some of the biggest moments in her life. I didn't know if I would ever be able to be accepted back into her life. Well, Theresa has come back into my life and with unconditional love. She must have known that I needed her more than I ever have. I feel complete again, I feel God's love, and I know it's all gonna work out. Now for the first time, I understand where my father was coming from. And that Theresa is my father's Dan. And Theresa is my sister. And that she will be "Aunt Theresa" to my children.
So Theresa and her kick ass husband Ellison had a beautiful baby boy named Adjei. He's about to turn a year old. I met him yesterday. He is perfect and it is just so wild to see Theresa's own little baby walking! And talking! Adjei has such a funny personality and he is already very good looking. He's going to be a lady killer. He's a very lucky little boy, because he kind of hit the DNA jackpot. Theresa and Ellison are both extremely attractive and incredibly talented. They also have hearts of gold. I'd like to move in to their beautiful apartment and have them raise me too!
I've been feeling the need to stretch. Really stretch. I've been stretching on stage more, taking risks, stepping out of the box, blah blah blah. I'm talking about the need to stretch my actual BODY. Wendy Jo is in amazing shape. Her transformation began with YOGA. I've done Yoga. Years ago and I loved it. I need it back. I'm not flexible as it is and I don't want to age. Theresa is into the yoga now. We're going to go together on Thursday, I cannot wait. I cannot wait to feel stretched out, for the calmness of mind and the overall feeling of feeling great! I'd like to become more limber. I think being more limber would make for having great monkey sex. And I love monkey sex and I'm good at it, but can it get even better? And I do know a great monkey out there. And there is a great chance this monkey might read this blog. And I hope the monkey knows who the monkey is. And I'd like for that monkey to send me a private shout out.
Alright dolls. Sorry for the heavy one this time. But I had to make it right with you. At least I ended it on sex. In sum, all you need out of life: amazing friends, love, Patti LuPone, guacamole, cigarettes, iced coffee and monkey sex. And maybe yoga too if it makes for better monkey sex. I'll let you know. But the monkey needs to get in touch.
I'm coming to Los Angeles can you believe it? Yeah, go see my website. www.dannyleary.com
Love
Danny
Have I ever told you about my best friend Theresa Parsons Sarbeng? We met my freshman year in college. She was a year ahead of me and was the darling of the theatre division. She was a campus celebrity. She wrote the rules and had no apologies. I'd never met anyone like her in my life. She was overflowing with talent, beauty, warmth, style, and cool. I'd never been so enamored before by someone. I admired her and her wild brown curly hair. She was hot shit and was from Albuquerque. Anyone born and raised in New Mexico will tell you Albuquerque was New York City. Everyone wanted to be her best friend. Somehow I got lucky and was able to get close to her and make her my friend for life. Theresa showed me what it was to laugh with my whole soul. She made me feel cool. She made me feel comfortable. She made it safe for me to be myself. Me. 100% me. The me that I'd hid from the world because up until then I was made fun of and harassed my whole life for being different. Because Theresa accepted the real me, I was able to accept the real me. I had a soul mate and a mentor and a best friend and a sister. I honestly don't even know if I would have wound up in New York if it weren't for Theresa. She moved to NYC after college and I just couldn't imagine my life without Theresa (or Jeremy, but that's a different love story) so I followed her across the country and here I am.
My father had very high standards on everything. Particularly friendship. Although my father was always surrounded by so many people, there was only a couple of people that he truly called his friend. Most notably, my Uncle Dan. He's not really my uncle. He's my Dad's best friend and I am named after him. They were so close that it must have not felt right to call him just "Dan" - he needed a familial title. For all intents and purposes he was a brother to my Dad and vice versa and that is why he was always "Uncle Dan." Theresa and I had recently become estranged. So much so that I didn't think I'd ever have her back in my life. While I was lost, I missed out on some of the biggest moments in her life. I didn't know if I would ever be able to be accepted back into her life. Well, Theresa has come back into my life and with unconditional love. She must have known that I needed her more than I ever have. I feel complete again, I feel God's love, and I know it's all gonna work out. Now for the first time, I understand where my father was coming from. And that Theresa is my father's Dan. And Theresa is my sister. And that she will be "Aunt Theresa" to my children.
So Theresa and her kick ass husband Ellison had a beautiful baby boy named Adjei. He's about to turn a year old. I met him yesterday. He is perfect and it is just so wild to see Theresa's own little baby walking! And talking! Adjei has such a funny personality and he is already very good looking. He's going to be a lady killer. He's a very lucky little boy, because he kind of hit the DNA jackpot. Theresa and Ellison are both extremely attractive and incredibly talented. They also have hearts of gold. I'd like to move in to their beautiful apartment and have them raise me too!
I've been feeling the need to stretch. Really stretch. I've been stretching on stage more, taking risks, stepping out of the box, blah blah blah. I'm talking about the need to stretch my actual BODY. Wendy Jo is in amazing shape. Her transformation began with YOGA. I've done Yoga. Years ago and I loved it. I need it back. I'm not flexible as it is and I don't want to age. Theresa is into the yoga now. We're going to go together on Thursday, I cannot wait. I cannot wait to feel stretched out, for the calmness of mind and the overall feeling of feeling great! I'd like to become more limber. I think being more limber would make for having great monkey sex. And I love monkey sex and I'm good at it, but can it get even better? And I do know a great monkey out there. And there is a great chance this monkey might read this blog. And I hope the monkey knows who the monkey is. And I'd like for that monkey to send me a private shout out.
Alright dolls. Sorry for the heavy one this time. But I had to make it right with you. At least I ended it on sex. In sum, all you need out of life: amazing friends, love, Patti LuPone, guacamole, cigarettes, iced coffee and monkey sex. And maybe yoga too if it makes for better monkey sex. I'll let you know. But the monkey needs to get in touch.
I'm coming to Los Angeles can you believe it? Yeah, go see my website. www.dannyleary.com
Love
Danny
