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The only relationship I ever had left me
stumbling through the slush of Forty-Second
Street on Christmas Eve of 1961, clutching Macy
shopping bags crammed with his and my presents.
Seems his lover (an entity previously unknown to
me) had flown in from London as a holiday
surprise. Never tried relationships again as I
am susceptible to colds which makes stumbling
through slush a bad idea. For me a one night
stand is a long time commitment. Which in no
way deterred me from writing about A Perfect
Relationship.
People are forever offering writers their
great idea for a play (which inevitably prove
useless). Waiters have withheld my dinner, a
doctor interrupted a medical procedure, strangers
have crawled out from under my bed, all insisting
I listen. This is not how plays are written. Or
it wasn’t until an afternoon in the late 1970s.
I had started working on the play, had created
Ward and Greg (named after my upstairs neighbors)
but now was blocked. The plot was stalled in a
snow storm (notice the symbolism). I was
interviewing a potential roommate to share my
Bedford Street apartment. When I asked him why
he wanted to move, he answered, "You could write
a play about what happened to me." It seems his
lover brought home a trick and they decided to
live together so they kicked him out but the
trick only wants the apartment so its only a
matter of time until the trick also evicts the
lover. Three weeks later the first draft of
A Perfect Relationship was finished (the
interviewee didn’t move in).
Ward and Greg were patterned on the hearty
sportsmen seen in print ads for menthol
cigarettes. That they were also gay was meant to
catch a late 1970's audience off-guard. They
were diametrically opposite to the prevalent
stereotype. How was I to know they were about to
become the stereotype. As Ward shares most of my
worst traits, I tend to sympathize with Greg.
Imagine my surprise when audiences generally
side with Ward. I certainly wouldn’t want to
live with me.
The character Muriel (written for Jane Lowry)
proved a major problem. I had established that
she could and would enter the play at will and
at anytime, and as Muriel was convinced the play
was about her, she (the character) kept barging
in and taking over. I couldn’t keep her off the
stage. One set of producers optioned the play
only so they could tie up the character of
Muriel for a possible televison spinoff.
Barry was based on an actual "interior
architect" who specialized in "grey-beige" named
Barry. After hearing a reading of A Perfect
Relationship, and with a clear view of his
own self-interest, he asked that he be allowed
to design the sets. I reminded the director that
my depiction of Barry was fairly astute. I was
ignored, the week of dress rehearsal, Barry got
an invitation to Mardi Gras and the play opened
set less. I was lucky to see the late Adam
Caparell (the best male identified actor to work
in gay theater) play the definitive Barry.
After the Glines showcase, there was much
talk that A Perfect Relationship would
cross over to the professional mainstream. It
was the first workshop of a play with a gay
theme that had agents submitting their male
client list for consideration. The producers
were interested in the Lucille Lortel Theater on
Christopher Street until the self-hating gay
manager refused to even read the script,
insisting there was no audience for "gay
entertainments" in Greenwich Village. Seems a
little pointless protesting Dr. Laura when our
worst adversaries most often are us. Guess I’ll
never see my name on a bronze plaque under the
Lortel marquee.
New York City, June 18, 2000
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