The Gays Love The Negros

Last night's show was great. It was very improvgasmic. There were only 8 people in the audience, but it still rocked. Good times had by all.

There was a tense discussion about the Jena 6 in the dressing room before we went on. I stayed on the sidelines** and watched the conversation unfold between two guys back stage, one of whom I was about to take the stage with in our two person show.

It was slightly more than awkward, and I was worried the room's ju-ju would spill over into the show (especially because I didn't agree with the point of view of my scene partner). But, it didn't. We had one of our better shows.

The reason it worked, besides the fact that I am blessed to work with one of the most talented men in improv, is that we both committed so heavily to the characters we played and to their story.

**I stayed on the sidelines of the argument because, as the only person of color in the room, the dynamic could have easily tilted from a simple exchange of ideas to the angry black chic lecturing on the current state of civil rights in America. Not that I was angry, or that I would have lectured. But, that's how it would have been perceived. So, rather than get involved, I let a gay take care of it for me. And we all know, the gays love the negros.