Monday, June 11, 2007
My homie once told me her "gay crush" was Rufus Wainwright. In case the term needs explanation, it's when a straight girl has a crush on a gay guy. I've recently discovered my own gay crush. And his name is Scott Thompson.
Those who've watched Kids in the Hall will understand my unrequited affection, for Scott is gifted in the humor department. (My most favorite KiTH line ever was spoken by Scott. He was playing his male model character and describing his appearance in an international billboard campaign for designer jeans: "My ass was plastered all over the Middle East...and still the fighting continued.") Those who've watched The Larry Sanders Show during the Scott-as-Hank's-assistant years will also comprehend my appreciation. The guy is hilarious. And vulnerable. And charming. And handsome.
But until you've seen him live, well, you haven't seen nothing, honey. I had the thrill, honor, privilege of seeing him do a workshop performance of his upcoming autobiographical one-man show called "Scottastrophe." In it, he relays the drama and trauma that has hounded him his whole life, to his demented delight it would seem, and to great comic effect. By the end of the show, you can't help but fall in love with his big heart and twisted mind. Beam me up, Scotty. Beam me up.