#transit cabaret

[unproduciblesmackdown]

a great time juxtaposing "helen" by joe iconis with "centerfold" by the j. geils band

[softwaluigi]

just finished repo the genetic opera. I feel lied to

[dreamings-free]

about the artist

Louis Tomlinson is a singer and songwriter from Doncaster, UK. As a member of One Direction, Louis was a part of one of the biggest musical groups of all time. Now solo, Louis is following his heart musically. Louis' debut solo album 'Walls,' released in 2020, saw huge international success and sold over 1.5 million copies. In 2022, Louis went onto release his second solo album 'Faith In The Future' which saw continued success achieving #1 in the U.K, Spain and Belgium along with Top 5 in the U.S, Germany and Australia which was followed by the announcement of a global tour spanning 98 stadiums and arenas.

2023 saw the release of Louis' highly anticipated documentary film 'All Of Those Voices,' a film that documented his transition from a member of One Direction to a solo stadium artist, capturing the challenges and triumphs that were defining his new musical path. The film had a series of global premieres across London, Mexico City, Tokyo and L.A, along with a cinematic release, seeing it air in 2,500 cinemas across 65 countries.

Upon the completion of the 'Faith In The Future' World Tour, Louis kicked the 2024 summer off with the return of his highly successful self-curated event, The Away From Home Festival. The one-day multi-act festival was staged this year in Merida, Mexico, having previously been hosted in England, Spain and Italy. This year's Away From Home festival saw an incredible line up take to the stage with the likes of DMA's, Dylan, Reverend & The Makers, BBC Radio 1's Abbie McCarthy and local hero Kevin Kaarl. Now heading into its 5th year, Louis aims to take the festival to a new country again for 2025.

As well as a summer run of festivals, including Lollapalooza Berlin, Sziget, Superbloom, Victorious, Frequency, Untold, Pinkpop and Cabaret Vert, Louis unveiled a surprise live album, LIVE, released in August, with the digital version comprising a collection of 15 songs, all released live for the very first time. Each song was recorded in a different city, at a different show, spanning the past 3 years across Louis' two global world tours which have seen him perform over 170 shows to date.

Louis’ biography with his booking agency Wasserman Music, 2024

[fiotrethewey]

Hi guys!

Err life update? I guess. I should do these more often.

If you haven't been living under a rock, I've been making @theholmwoodfoundation with @georgiacooked you should absolutely check that out if you like horror, ghosts, the Dracula novel, Sean Carlsen being exasperated or any of the writing either of us have done. I say this with full honestly that I am so very proud of the work we have put in, and the cast and crew have done amazing things with the script.

Also, for those into Gallifrey - it's full of BF Gallifrey Alumni!! (Also I honestly had no idea until later Rebecca Root was in Time War, wtf!) I think it's something very special, and I hope to think the Gallifrey fandom will enjoy a lot of the themes, but that is of course for you to decide.

I mean, Sean swears constantly in it. You all want to hear that don't you?

Kickstarter goes live on the 15th, along with the pilot so please do check it out! The Holmwood Foundation by Georgia Cook — Kickstarter

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Other life things! Well, I'm now almost 7 months on HRT. and transitioning is going super well! I'm also a year since my top surgery.

Left: Pre HRT in March. Right: 7 months later.

And Georgia and I are finally looking to move in together very soon. (Yes, starting an audio drama, and moving house might be what the cards hold for next year, thanks life for doing everything at once.)

Here's two pics of us looking super cute from the other weekend. I tried to take pics at Gallifrey Cabaret but it was too dark :(

It's been one hell of a year so far and the world can still be a very scary place for people like me but I have love in my corner and we are trying out best.

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Lastly, Georgia and I are working with @audiodramahub as part of the team to create a Podcast Festival on November 2nd! The Riverside Club, High Wycombe (UK)!

This year the group have a focus on sound design and production - featuring:

Emperor of the Daleks NICHOLAS BRIGGS as Keynote speaker

Sound Design and Fundraising Panels and Workshops (That Georgia and I are supporting!)

Voice Acting Workshop with Sarah Golding and Karim Kronfli

Speed Date Networking

IF YOU ARE IN THE UK (and can get to High Wycombe)!

Tickets can be found here

Not a podcaster and just want to see some audio dramas live? Evening only tickets are available too!

There are other things I want to talk about that I've been involved in, but I can't yet, but I'm hoping I can very very soon :)

I hope you're all doing well! Thanks for reading!

[justfangirlstuffs]

Just a Touch

You managed to locate a dark and quiet corner. Leaning against the wall, you lightly pressed your forehead against the brick. A low sigh left you, the coolness feeling disgustingly good against your heated skin.

“Since when do canaries hide away in the dark?” a low, growling voice asked from behind you.

Cabaret AU Drabble You x Sun and Moon

It was nearing the evening and your fever hadn't let up. It was baffling how your skin could feel so hot and yet you were shivering under your blankets doused in sweat. Staying in bed was not an option, however. You still had a gig to perform. In the line of show business canceling a job, especially from higher-end establishments, was a beeline to career suicide. The show organizers and event managers did not care if you were sick or dying, they only cared about you showing up as promised. And if you broke that promise they would likely never invite you again. 

It was an incredibly unbalanced relationship where the performer was expected to show unfaltering dedication and loyalty, but the companies gave none of it back. No, in their eyes, you were lucky to be invited, they were doing you a favor, and woe be it upon you if you squander such generosity. So, you oh-so gracefully clambered your way out of bed, shuffled to your wardrobe, and wriggled into your work attire.

Normally you preferred to get dressed and dolled up at the venue but you'd rather not chance being too exhausted after the transit. You needed every drop of your energy for when you hit the stage. You put on your makeup, you curled your hair, you primped and primed until your mask of perfection was complete. Then you headed outside into the chilly dusk air to wait for the bus. 

You nearly drifted off a few times on the ride over, narrowly missing your stop. You focused on taking one steady breath after the other, one small step after another. Mind over matter that's all it was. Just put on a performance until the curtain closes then no one can judge or condemn you and say you didn't give it your all. The bright lights of the cabaret FazOurs burned your eyes and for a moment you swayed. Then you took a deep breath, swallowing down your misery, and put on your best-winning smile. You may not be on stage yet, but eyes were on you, which meant it was Showtime.

As you weaved your way through the patrons, you spotted one of your favorite people and one out of two reasons that you didn't have to completely force the smile on your face. Sun was in the middle of entertaining himself, keeping a handful of the patrons spellbound by how he flipped cups and poured shots from over his head without managing to spill a single drop on his immaculately clean bar table. You would have been content to watch all night long as those hands and fingers forced liquid -the most mercurial of all the elements as far as you were concerned- to flow and dance to his whimsies.

He finished off the drink, adding the literal cherry on top of the crystalline ice to the scattered applause of those seated nearby. Only when the crowd dispersed and Sun began casually wiping down the bar did you saunter your way over, feeling so proud that you managed not to tip over sideways in the process. As planned, the bartender's gaze was drawn to your approach and his already cheery demeanor brightened all the more.

“Doth my eyes deceive me, or hath an angel descended from the heavens themselves?”

“Oh, love, quite the contrary,” you said, sliding into one of the chairs, thankful to have something to rest on. “The very depths of hell spat me out and now you're cursed to suffer my alluring charms.”

“The gates of hell might not be so bad if it's your company I'm promised,” Sun mused.

What a charmer. Sun managed to spin flattery as easily as a spider spun silk threads. But no matter how lovely the canvas of webbing is, it was still meant for catching anything foolhardy enough to fly too close. You are not foolhardy, but you were daring, and you did so love to tempt fate.

“An eternity with you” You hummed softly. “They would have to rename hell to heaven and then everything would just collapse in on itself, natural order destroyed.”

This earned you a chuckle of amusement. “Disturbing the peace and order. Yes, that does sound very much like you.”

You smiled feeling a little too pleased with yourself perhaps.

“Are you tired, darling?” Sun asked suddenly.

The question jarred you a bit and you realized too late you were leaning rather heavily against the bar table. You straightened up in your seat. “Looks like you caught me. Just looking for an excuse to be closer to you. I suppose I'll have to be a little more discreet next time.”

Sun’s smile did not falter, though you could tell his gaze was far more assessing now, eyes searching for chinks in the armor that you'd woven for yourself. That just would not do. The last thing you needed was for him to worry over you. Although the sentiment was sweet, you couldn't risk him thinking that you were incapable of performing.

“Well, as much as I hate to go and leave you lonely, I need to slip backstage to prep for the big opening number.” You slid off the bar stool and began making your swift retreat. “Try not to miss me too much.” 

You heard Sun call out: “break a leg.”

In the back halls lined with dressing rooms other performers were already getting prepared. You were thankful you'd done yourself up ahead of time, even if it meant your curls wouldn't be quite as springy and your makeup might be a little flaked. Under the bright lights of the stage, no one would notice and you didn't plan to get up close and personal with anyone. Not tonight.

You managed to locate a dark and quiet corner. Leaning against the wall, you lightly pressed your forehead against the brick. A low sigh left you, the coolness feeling disgustingly good against your heated skin.

“Since when do canaries hide away in the dark?” a low, growling voice asked from behind you.

Ah, and there he was, your second reason to smile through the pain and misery. Straightening up, you opened your eyes to see a halo of soft red light surrounding you. Turning, you grinned up at the face of your favorite piano player, Moon. As usual, his hands were tucked away in his pockets; they seemed to live there when he wasn't at his piano playing.

“Who said I was hiding?” you asked coyly. “You don't think I stood here intentionally waiting for you to come find me? Tsk tsk, shame on you, falling right into my trap.”

Moon leaned down, his gaze scrutinous. Like Sun, he was rather tall and easily towered over you. Another nice thing about makeup, it would hopefully hide the fact that you were flushed like a ripe tomato. “Why do I get the sense you're up to no good?”

You laughed. “Dearest, have you MET me?”

He made a harrumph sound, but his posture was slightly more relaxed as he leaned back from you. “Yes, I have. Still questioning that decision.”

“A shame, because I would relive our first meeting 1000 times over given the chance.”

A growling scoff was his answer, one of his hands leaving the safety of his pockets in favor of pulling the front tip of his fedora down to hide his eyes. You inwardly chuckle. Moon wasn't quite as apt when it came to volleying compliments as his sunnier counterpart.  

Just then you heard the stage coordinator call out, “Places everyone!”

You skirted around Moon. “Hope you can still keep up with me.”

He trailed behind you, and you're certain he called you a brat under his breath. You took your place on stage while Moon seated himself at the piano. You took deep breaths, doing your best to not sway on the spot as the announcer hyped up the crowd for the show. Then the music started, the trilling notes of the piano flowing and weaving into a wild melody. You longed to watch those fingers dance over the ivory keys, but you needed to focus. The curtains parted, light-flooded your vision and you could hardly see. The faces were darkened and blotted out by the mixture of shadows and your own blurring vision. But it was fine because you were a performer. You didn't need to see the audience, all that mattered was they saw you, and so you needed to be perfect.

You took one more steadying breath and belted out the first line of lyrics. It was all or nothing now.

-----

When Sun had wired a message to Moon that something was off with their star performer, the latter was of course put on edge. For one thing, performances at the FazOurs were the prime priority. They were the establishment's pride, and thus no one could afford to fall short. More importantly, however, the thought of something being off with you rankled him more than it should. He was also very aware that this detail shouldn't have been more important to him, yet it was. Sun and Moon had agreed when this whole mess started: nothing should be more important than focusing on their jobs so they could get out. And yet... there you were, and with just a smile and a wink, you kicked all rational thought out the window.

They weren't idiots. They were smart enough to at least try to keep a professional distance. Yet you spoke sweetly to them. You flirted with them. You treated them with kindness. You treated them like people instead of objects. You were, in a very sad and literal sense, their only friend. Yet that was a dangerous truth they couldn't afford to voice to you, nor were they allowed to touch you, due to their very strict protocols about having physical contact with human clientele, and consequentially, they couldn't allow you to touch them either.

Moon hadn't even been able to look you in the eye when you'd so casually reached out to touch his shoulder in a gesture of comfort, only to reflexively cringe away from you. He didn't want to suffer what look you might have been wearing, and later he cursed himself for being such a coward.

Now he watched you perform from his place at the piano, stealing quick and subtle glances so as not to draw attention where it should not be, for he should never be the focus. Earlier, the subtle signs of perspiration and hints of flush behind the makeup had been suspicious to him, however, you had the hop-step going and your singing was true as always.

The two of you pushed your way up the crescendo, and it was moments like these Moon knew Sun would envy him for. The moments where you and Moon were working in tandem to create something to mesmerize and spellbind the audience. Sometimes, he missed the spotlight, but for you, he didn't mind playing a more supporting role. Not when you had so much overflowing passion to give.

You belted out the last note, the air shaking with your well-placed vibrato and you struck your final pose. The audience erupted into applause, several of the patrons standing from their seats. You bowed and stayed there until the curtains closed. You didn't rise as Moon had expected. Instead, you fell with a soft thud onto the wooden stage.

There was barely any time for him to actually process his thoughts into a decision before his body had leaped from his bench and he was at your side. The other performers who were next up began to crowd around you, shocked and murmuring. Moon assessed the situation, eyes scanning and evaluating until his systems came to a conclusion that issued this as an emergency situation, allowing him to override the 'no touch' protocol. He placed a hand on your forehead and his sensors detected that you had a high-grade fever. He inwardly cursed, both himself for not noticing your distress and you for hiding it so well.

Moon lifted you off the floor, cradling you in his arms. “Out of the way,” he barked, and the other humans were quick to clear a path for him as he made his way to the back rooms.

-----

At his perch at the bar, where he saw all and everything, Sun was humming to himself as he cleaned his glasses for the third time and his bar table for the fifth. You had been resplendent as always, and your performance was impeccable. Perhaps he'd been worried for nothing. You did have a habit of throwing him off kilter, much to his amusement and chagrin. You always kept him guessing, something that made you both intriguing and dangerous.

You were kind and friendly to everyone you met. Well, everyone who you felt deserved it. Somehow, he and Moon had fallen into two of those lucky few. At first, Sun found your flirting to be cute, if not somewhat insincere. However, after enough back and forth, he'd come to enjoy your witty banter and lavish compliments. For most, he was just a bartender. Someone who people tended to offload all their problems and woes. But you? You'd been the first person to ask him, “And how has your night been going?” Such a simple and unassuming question, yet it was thoughtful, and it made him feel seen.

Just as he was about to take some orders, his eyes caught sight of his counterpart. With you in his arms. Unconscious.

He flashed the waiting patrons a smile. “Apologies, folks, but it seems I need to refill the ice tub.”

No one questioned the fact that it was still half full with the speed Sun uses to evacuate himself from the bar to go investigate. He catches sight of Moon heading to their quarters and tails him, ice bucket still tucked under his arm.

“What’s happened?” Sun asked in a hushed whisper as he slipped into the room behind Moon.

“They’re sick, feverish. It’s bad,” he muttered, not looking at Sun as his eyes scanned the room for an appropriate place to rest you.

The room was minimally furnished, as they weren’t allowed much in the way of comfort, there was a couch. It had several stains that hadn’t come out despite their efforts, so Sun asked Moon to wait whilst he took a few of the costumes and laid them out as a makeshift cover. 

Moon set you gently down. You moaned softly, but your eyes remained screwed shut, your breathing labored. “I can’t stay,” Moon muttered, one of his hands lingering on the delicate curve of your wrist. The words were soaked with bitterness and Sun understood why.

“Go perform the next number,” Sun told him. “That’ll give me some time. Folks won’t mind not getting drinks for a bit if they’re being entertained.”

Moon grumbled but he nodded. His hand left yours, and the reluctance was evident in the twitching and curling of his fingers. He left, shutting the door behind him. Sun got to work taking some of the ice from the bucket and wrapping them in towels and placing them against your neck. You shivered and moaned again and he slipped off his jacket and draped it over you in the hopes you’d be at least a little more comfortable. He continued to dab around your face and forehead with an ice-cold cloth. For a moment your eyes flutter open, wide but not quite lucid.

Sun stole a moment to brush his thumb over your face. It was a moment that should have never belonged to him, yet he indulged in it all the same so he could later cherish it when your touch was no longer in reach.

“You stay strong, little songbird. Okay?”

You give a soft nod. “Mm-hm.”

Sun's hand carefully moved the damp cloth over your forehead. “You didn't think to maybe call in sick?” he asked, a thinly veiled layer of scolding in his tone.

“What? And miss seeing your darling faces?” You forced out, giving him a heavy-lidded smile, no doubt to mask the immense discomfort you were in. “Perish the thought.”

Sun made a huffing sound. He wanted to laugh, but he didn’t want you to think that any of this was okay. “This place isn’t worth killing yourself over.”

“I’m tired,” you breathed out, and it was probably the most honest thing you’ve said all night. So honest it shook him more than any of your flirty remarks. “How about you keep playing doctor and we’ll talk about this later, hm?”

“Of course,” Sun conceded. “Later then.”

“So, is it as nice as you dreamed?” you asked.

“Hm?”

“Touching me.” You flashed him another laughing smile, despite the weariness in your eyes. “I know it’s certainly better than I’d imagined.”

Sun sighed. If it weren’t for the smile already stretching his face, he would have had to fight to mask the one your words had elicited. “You said you’re tired. Rest now. I’ve… we’ve got you.”

“I know you do,” you murmured.

Your eyes slid shut and before long your breathing evened out. Meanwhile, outside, the big musical number was winding down. He needed to return to his post.  He grabbed himself a fresh jacket, letting you keep using his other as a blanket. You would be safe in their room, with no one to disturb you while you rest.

-----

Your sleep was restless and you’re pretty sure you rolled over to vomit at one point. You had very vague recollections of pleasant cold hands on your shoulders, supporting you whilst your stomach emptied itself of what little contents it had, before gently laying you back down. You didn’t think you dreamt of cool digits brushing your neck and forehead and sweet words of comfort whispered in your ear.

Your skin felt like it was harboring a furnace and your body ached like you’d been run twice over by a cab. Any time you tried to sit up your world tilted and spun, and you were resigned to flop back like a dead fish, close your eyes and surrender to blackness where you could find a brief reprieve in your suffering.

The next time you came to, you could hear the voices of your two favorite boys going back and forth with one another.

“...let them stay sleeping here?” 

“How are we supposed to get them home?”

“There’s always the hospital.”

“No,” you croaked out, wincing at how pathetic you sounded. “No hospital.”

Both Sun and Moon stopped their conversing, their attention going to you. Sun was immediately at your side whilst Moon hung back. His body was hunched, restlessly shifting back and forth, like an old bad habit he couldn’t quite shake.

The yellow and cream digits pressed against your forehead and throat and you reflexively sigh at how good they felt against your feverish skin. “Your fever hasn’t broken, and you haven’t been holding down fluids.” Sun's voice was soft, but it had a firmness to it that was trying to make you see reason.

“I’ve suffered worse, I’ll be fine,” you insisted, doing your best to give him a smile of reassurance. “Have at least a little faith in me.”

Sun leaned forward until his blue optics were practically boring into yours. “Darling, you can’t fool me. You’re not fine. You’ve barely any strength. I’m telling you this, for your own sake, you should go to the hospital where you can get proper treatment.”

You just nodded along with what he was saying, until you leaned up, closing the inch or two of space and pressing your lips to his smile. You’re not certain what possessed you to do it. Could be the fever. Could be to derail him from thoughts of taking you to see a doctor. Or it could be that some part of you had been yearning for it for some time now. You felt Sun’s body lock up for a brief moment and heard a static warble of surprise from across the room before you felt the slightest pressure against your mouth in return.

When you parted from the kiss, Sun’s gaze had gone completely white. “Sorry, love. I needed you to stop speaking nonsense for a bit.”

Moon’s eyes were dilating from red to black, staring in disbelief, his body rigid, as though it had been him you had sprung the surprise kiss on. Your gaze returned to Sun who was still white-eyed and unmoving.

“Oh dear, did I cause you to malfunction? I didn’t think I was THAT good.” You gave a weak chuckle at your own humor.

You reached out to touch his face, maybe stroke his cheek, but his hand caught yours. Not roughly, no, it was incredibly gentle. The blue of his eyes steadily returned, and you couldn’t quite fathom their gaze. Did he seem… conflicted?

“In all seriousness,” you said. “If you even think of arranging to have me sent to the hospital, I will claw my way out of here and all the way home if I have to.” You shot a glare at Moon, making sure he understood as well.

A static huff of a noise emitted from Sun’s voicebox. “What exactly do you have against doctors?”

“Take me on a date sometime and I might tell you all about it,” you said sweetly, or as sweet as you could manage given how rough and hoarse your voice sounded.

This time, Moon was the one to sigh in annoyance. You knew to them you were probably just being a pain in the ass, an inconvenience. But you could not risk going to a hospital and having it ruin everything.

“Sun, go get them,” Moon said gruffly.

Sun met Moon’s gaze briefly, and you could tell there was a secret conversation happening. It made you just a touch nervous. Sun rose to his feet whilst Moon approached where you lay.

“Get who? Where are you going?” you asked, trying to sit up.

Blue and white digits settled on your shoulder, gently but firmly pushing you back down. “The manager keeps a stash of meds for emergencies. He probably won’t miss a few, and they might help with the pain and the fever.”

There was that paranoid part of your brain that suspected this may be a trick just to placate you, but you decided to trust them. You wanted to trust them with this much at least. You watched Sun leave the room, while Moon picked up a water bottle and held it to your lips. You cringed away out of reflex. In your line of profession, you’d been taught to never accept an open glass or bottle you hadn’t opened yourself or at least seen prepared.

“Drink,” Moon ordered. “Or I will carry you out of here and cart you to the hospital myself.”

You eyed him sullenly, unsure if he could and would actually deliver on that threat. You didn’t want to risk it and thus allowed him to tip some liquid into your mouth. The water felt good on your parched throat and even better as it slid down into your empty belly. You drank a few more swallows before he seemed satisfied.

“Try to keep it down this time,” he muttered.

This time? Boy, you must really have been out of it. He took one of the damp washrags and began dabbing around your forehead and neck area. His touch was far more measured and deliberate than Sun’s you noticed, like he was worried he might accidentally break you. You released another sigh at how pleasant of relief the coolness was, wondering how the rag could stay wet against the inferno blazing on your skin. You really were a mess. You’d never wanted them to see you like this, so weak and pitiful.

“Why did you hide it?” Moon asked, his low gruff voice sounding… angry? Hurt? No, he was probably just irritated because of your stubborn refusal to accept professional medical treatment. “You could have told me. Us.”

“It wouldn’t have made a difference, love,” you told him, honestly. “I still had to perform.”

“You didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.” You say that bit with a hard bitterness, but your hand reached out to brush his arm. “I’m touched though. It sounds like you’re actually worried.”

A growl of static preluded his next words. “Of course I am.”

Oh… for a moment you were stunned speechless. But of course, there was no way he meant it the way you wished he would. Your being ill had been a risk to the establishment’s reputation. If you had fainted dead away in the middle of your performance, it would have caused an issue. You’re being here now was causing issues.

“I’ve got a little trick to help get rid of worries,” you said, a plan hatching in your brain. After all, you didn’t want to play favorites between the two of them, it would be terribly unfair.

“And what’s that?” he asked, his gaze suspicious but intrigued.

“Help me sit up?”

“You should be resting.”

“It’ll be only a moment, dearest.”

He sighed but decided to play along, surprisingly. His hand slid under your back and eased you up into a sitting position. You leaned on him so as not to sway. Glancing up, you lifted a hand and crooked your finger at him, beckoning him closer. If he knew what you were up to, he didn’t show it as he leaned down. Closer… closer… until you were able to take hold of his tie and lean up just enough to close that pesky gap. His sharpened teeth had a unique texture against your mouth, and you felt the hand on your back very subtly pull you closer before he suddenly jerked away.

Once more, his optics were shifting from red to black, as though his processors were having difficulties comprehending what just happened. “You’re playing a very dangerous game, little canary,” he growled.

“I always am,” you replied cheekily.

“Ahem.” The mock sound of a throat clearing attracted both of your gazes. Sun had returned. 

With Moon’s help, you reclined back down on the sofa, his silken tie sliding from your grasp. Neither of them discuss what Sun just walked in on, but you wondered if maybe you just couldn’t hear it, or perhaps it was a discussion that would be saved for later when your ears weren’t present. A shame, you would have liked a bit of feedback. You supposed you’d just have to settle for the fleeting moments of reciprocation.

Sun approached you with a couple of small pills resting in his palm. “These should help.” Once more you were forced to accept assistance as he tipped the pills into your mouth, with Moon having you chase it with a few more drinks of water.

The rest of the night and morning passed with minimal chatter, as the pair of them insisted you save your strength and sleep. You acquiesced, though not before sneaking in a couple more teasing remarks about them just wanting to watch you sleep. You don’t know if anyone else was privy to your presence in their room, but no one, save for them, ever intruded upon you while you rested. At one point, you awoke to find Sun absent and Moon was in the corner. He was sat up, but his eyes were blank and a cord was sticking out of his back. He was… charging? You couldn’t help but stare, in awe of how vulnerable he seemed, and even more so he’d be willing to be in such a state with you there. 

Searching around, you found your bag resting nearby and snagged it. From inside you pulled out a pocket watch, and it read that it was midmorning. The cabaret would be closed. Perfect time for you to sneak out. You still felt hot, and tired, and a bit winded, but some of your energy had trickled back. You could make it to the bus station, you could make it home. Much as you hated leaving without a word, you worried Sun and Moon might not let you leave in your current condition, and you didn’t want to raise suspicion with your watchdog/landlord by being unexpectedly absent for too long.

Still, you decided it couldn’t hurt to take a couple of souvenirs. You wrapped Sun’s jacket around your shoulders and shuffled over to where Moon sat. His shirt and suspenders were undone, and his tie had been set aside. You picked it up and pocketed it. Before you made your escape, perhaps it was only fair you left something behind in exchange. 

You removed your set of star-shaped earrings, setting them down in place of the tie. One for each of them. A small ‘thank you’ for them taking such wonderful care of you. Slipping out of the room, you took care not to run into anyone as you snuck out the back doors and into the brisk morning, the sunlight far too bright after the pleasant dimness of their bedroom. You made your way to the bus stop, hoping the boys won’t be terribly sour about your sudden departure. You’d find a way to make it up to them. They wouldn’t be rid of you that easily.

[fakegirlkendoll]

Don't Be a Drag, Just Be a Queen

It was my ten year HRT anniversary, and I originally planned to just stay in and celebrate at home, but my boyfriend convinced me to go out to my local gay bar. I resisted originally, but after ten years of transitioning, it felt right to celebrate in public, to show how confident I was in my body, after plenty of surgery and hormones.

After a couple drinks, it was time to go to the bar, the bouncer raised an eyebrow at my ID, but let me in without issue. I'm used to people questioning me, so it's nothing strange. As soon as I walked in the front door, dressed to the nines with my best makeup look, a stranger came up to me, grabbing my arm and hurrying me towards the back of the bar.

"Hey, let me go! Who the hell are you?"

I looked the stranger up and down; a fabulously made-up drag queen, in a sequinned dress with an obvious bulge. He ignored my question, guiding me toward the stage.

"Hush up honey, you're on in ten minutes! I hope you got a great act planned, especially with that wig..."

"It's...it's not a wig..."

I feel my scalp tingle, and self-consciously rub my ha- my wig. I didn't think it was THAT obvious, it's not my fault I could never grow my hair very much.

"What show? I'm just here to drink, I'm not an entertainer"

"You're a riot, Felix, but be serious, you've been performing here for years."

"My name isn't Felix, it's Felici- Felic- it's Felix!"

"Yes honey, I know your name, now get your ass made up, right doll?"

I feel my head start to haze over, I'd never been here before tonight, had I? That's ridiculous, of course I've been here before, I'm the Queen of this bar. I feel my thighs tingle as my heels heighten, sending me tottering, but I quickly adjust, moving forward with a sassy strut to the backstage area. A chair faces me in front of a well-lit dresser as my second in command Poppy pushes me into the chair.

"I don't get why you even try to pass hunty, you're so OBVIOUSLY a Queen, I mean, look at you!"

Poppy turns the chair around, and my heart jumps at my reflection. My jawline is much stronger than it should be, a slight shadow of stubble, my face much more obviously masculine. My makeup is...not what I put on? A dramatic, draggy, faaaaabulous look that all my fellow fags love! Wait, what? But I'm...I'm a straight woman, right? I grasp my boobs to reassure myself, but my chest feels nothing, as I lift my oversized breastplate.

"Babes what the RU happened to my titties?"

"I told ya, you shoulda gone bigger hun, I got your spare back here, wanna switch out?"

"You know it bitch!"

It's getting harder and harder to remember how I got here, my brain reshaping into something new as I remove my top and oversized bra, and I have one more flash of lucidity, reaching my hand to my surgically perfect pu- to my tightly tucked cock.

"Oh thank Gaga, I thought something was HORRIBLY unfabulous darling, now help me into my titties~"

I work with Poppy to get my J-cup breastplate on, then slip into the most scandalous, glitzy latex minidress in my wardrobe, giving Poppy an overly-flamboyant kiss on the cheek, teasing my hair even bigger than my titties. I give Poppy a big, false-eyelashed wink and sashay out on stage, posing for the spotlight.

"Welcome, Ladies and Gays, to Fifi Nova's Fabulous Cabaret! Are y'all ready for an utterly slaytastic evening?~"

[enbycrip]

ID: a black and white photo and caption from a newspaper showing a young white trans man with light hair wearing a tweed jacket and high collar smiling at a young white woman in a pale dress as he brushes her mid-length dark hair. She is smiling at him from the slightly complex angle as he brushes her hair. The photo is faded and not great quality but their faces are clear.

The headline over the photo is “Here’s How I Used To Do It!”

The caption below reads “An expert at women's coiffures although not a hairdresser, Zdenek Koubek proves himself as he combs the locks of Cinda Glenn, New York night club beauty. Koubek knows all about coiffures from experience, since they were of concern to him when he was the foremost girl athlete of Czechoslovakia, prior to a sex-change.”

Zdenek Koubek was born in Paskov, Czechoslovakia (at the time) in December 1913, one of eight siblings, and competed as an athlete. With minimal formal training, he began running at age 17, decided to pursue it formally aged 19, and broke two world records at the 1934 world olympics.

Because queer and gender-diverse history is complex, I’m genuinely unsure if Zdenek was intersex. He seems to have been pretty gender-nonconforming when read as a woman in his early life and seems to have retired from athletics because he was harassed by people wanting him to undergo invasive “gender checks” after his gold medals at the 1934 Olympics.

Apparently the current obsession with “defining gender in sport” has roots back to the 1930s. Athletes competing in female athletics have been forced to undergo a variety of examinations for the purpose of declaring them “female enough”. They seem to have never been pleasant, appropriate, or anything other than invasive and dehumanising, and they seem to have always focused on a) defining gender by physicality b) defined that physicality in fairly arbitrary ways that are actually incredibly difficult to relate to anything objective, despite a veneer of scientific objectivity.

I can entirely see why the threat of such harassment would have caused Zdenek to decide an athletic or adjacent career wasn’t worth undergoing it, whether he personally believed himself to be intersex or whether we would recognise him as such today. The term “intersex” has many definitions, and is often challenged by medical professionals if it could potentially cover too many people - e.g. medical professionals have repeatedly challenged the term when used by AFAB people with PCOS, which can cause fertility issues, hirstutism etc, purely on the grounds of “that would make around 10% of women intersex”. Zdenek simply publicly stated “I was wrongly assigned as female at birth” without giving any other details - as he had *every* right to. Some historians have characterised him as intersex based on this, and others simply as trans; he appears, very reasonably, to have preferred to preserve his privacy on the details.

Zdenek went on a lecture tour of the US talking about his life and transitioned in 1936. At the time of this photo, he was pursuing a career in cabaret in the US. He seems to have been reasonably successful but never settled there, returning home and marrying a cis woman with whom he lived happily for the rest of his life, dying in Prague aged 72 in 1986.

He joined a local rugby team along with his brother Jaroslov after WWII and seems to have been an enthusiastic amateur player. I hope he got a lot of joy out of it, which he does seem to have.

Like so many queer and trans histories, Zdenek’s is somewhat obscured because so much of what has been written about him is always skewed by the writer’s own perspectives about gender and transness. Including the drive to impose a false binary on trans experience - which I as a nonbinary person know is certainly not universally present.

There are, of course, *absolutely* trans people who always have a strong feeling of gender equating to “knowing they are a boy/girl from an early age”, and I in no way wish to erase them or their experiences, but it must also be noted and acknowledged there are plenty of us with different experiences. There are people like me who feel “wrong” in our assigned gender from pretty early in life, all the way down to having quite strong dysphoria in puberty and afterwards, but don’t strongly ID as the “opposite” binary gender either. There are people who rub along fine in their assigned gender, or who have many issues with it but don’t know what they equate to, until they have some experience presenting otherwise and suddenly experience strong gender euphoria for the first time in their lives. There are people who never feel anything much at all about gender and only ever do any identifying purely as a matter of convenience because a very binary society requires it.

Cis people seem to find the “always knew/born in the wrong body” narrative the easiest to relate to, and I can only assume that is because it is the narrative that allows them to challenge our society’s gender-essentialist, binarist worldview the *least*. It is considerably easier, and requires much less thought and critical attention, to say “I guess sometimes the occasional person is just mistakenly assigned to the wrong category” than to question those categories, why they exist, what they actually are, how they are imposed, and whether they actually mean anything at all in an objective sense.

I have no idea where Zdenek fell on any of this, or if his experience was very different in another way.

I posted this to, as ever, note that we are not a new phenomenon. Trans people are part of human history. We have always existed. We have always contributed. The way the society we lived in perceived us *and* how the societies our stories have passed through perceived us affect how our stories are told today, and those things can make it complex to uncover the lived experience of the trans person behind all of that. Queer and trans history must always be about acknowledging those facts and uncertainties while doing our best to find out as much as possible about the actual lived experiences of our siblings in the past.

[greenlikethesea]

Top 5 musicals!

an excellent question I am happy to answer!

in no particular order:

Little Shop of Horrors: the ultimate t4t romance! incredibly diverse and eclectic score! Canonically Jewish protagonist! the greek chorus is a 60s girl group style trio! i played audrey in a production when i was 15 and when i'm further into my transition a goal of mine is to play seymour! the movie slaps!

Company: my fave Sondheim by a long shot -- asking bold questions about marriage, relationships, and sexuality at a time when we were just starting to emerge from a mandated nuclear family structure (1970!!!!) the recent revival genderswapped the protagonist to be a woman and it worked really well! "being alive" makes me cry every time i hear it!

Cabaret: top to bottom it's so damn good. the songs are absolute earworms, the emcee is a legendary role immortalized imo by everyone's favorite chaotic bisexual, alan cumming, liza minnelli has the biggest most beautiful brown eyes in the whole wide world, and i sing "money makes the world go round" at least twice a week while doing dishes. it's so fun and irreverent and plays so much with the construct of the theatrical production within its literal physical confines!

The Last Five Years: god, I'm such a sucker for this musical. it's a little more obscure than the others on this list, so here's the basic plot: jamie, a writer, and cathy, an actress, sing a series of solo songs that encapsulated their five year relationship, with cathy moving backward and jamie moving forward. they only meet in the middle once, during their wedding song. it's so moving and funny and has some of the best songs for a female lead ever.

it really has been hard to narrow this list down to five, so please consider this a soft entry that is subject to change: Guys and Dolls. yes, i know, I KNOW, every high school has put it on. but there's a reason for that! back to back bangers! insane plot! the greatest drag role on planet earth usually wasted on a girl doing a weird fran drescher impression! the quarterback playing nicely nicely johnson! iconic moments! this musical has it all!

honorable mentions include:

in the heights, which nearly made the list and may be switched out with one of those at some point

the connector, which i have been obsessed with since i saw it back in march

hair, for the iconic bangers and bisexual ethos

[title of show], because i love a meta moment

the notebook, which has no business being as good as it is

groundhog day, which was fucking robbed at the tonys

[ashleywool]

"I LOVED THAT SHOW"

I wore my How to Dance in Ohio hoodie to church today. It's Palm Sunday and we did our customary palm procession from Duffy Square into the building, which is nice and all except winter decided to come back and bite my skin off again...so that sweatshirt seemed like the best choice as warm enough for the weather + can fit under my choir robe + won't get swelteringly uncomfortable once we're inside at the service. It did the job. Truly the ultimate transition piece. Get yours today while supplies last.

At fellowship afterwards, someone from the congregation that I didn't know--she's only in NYC part of the year--pointed out my sweatshirt and said "I LOVED THAT SHOW!"

It took her a moment to recognize me (she initially confused me for Madison, which, yeah that happens, I'll never be mad about it), and we had a lovely chat about the show. And what I noticed after walking away was...the subject of autism, or me being autistic, didn't come up at all.

I love and cherish the advocacy aspect of my work on HTDIO. I love and cherish the opportunity it gave me to be the autistic representation I wished I'd had growing up. But I have to say, it was SO nice to have someone, a total stranger, talking about the show and loving the show independent of The Autism Part.

It was wonderful being part of discussions about diverse representation, and I will never turn down opportunities to eagerly participate in those conversations. But I really wanted us to stick around long enough that the "novelty" aspect of "autistic characters played by autistic actors" (or even "canonically nonbinary/genderqueer characters") would wear off sufficiently for more people, so they could focus on the story and the characters and the music and all the other things that make our show great irrespective of the Representation aspect.

I've had a ROUGH few weeks, y'all. Truthfully, I've been going through one of the worst depressive episodes of my life. Aside from the obvious grief factor and logistical stressors, it turns out that post-operative depression is absolutely a thing. While I'd like to think I'm cognitively and emotionally mature enough to handle this level of change, especially considering how lucky I am to have robust support systems in family, friends, and healthcare practitioners, my very autistic nervous system has had a difficult time letting the sympathetic part cooperate with the parasympathetic part. So I've been a ball of tension, exhaustion, and worst of all, that soul-sucking apathy where nothing seems enjoyable or interesting, but maybe it would be if I had the energy to be interested.

It's helped to find a great physical therapy clinic that is giving me comprehensive, multi-pronged care and NOT charging me copays (because apparently my insurance pays them excellently--thank you, Equity-League and Cigna). It's helped that I got back in touch with a therapist I had seen years ago on BetterHelp (she's since left the platform and honestly, GOOD FOR HER). It's helped that I have parents with the means to help me out financially--and, crucially, the means to keep me accountable without resorting to pressure and guilt-tripping. It's helped to still live in a city where financial assistance isn't excruciatingly hard to come by if all else fails (at least compared to other states). It's helped to have agents submitting me for tons of exciting projects, and having several cabarets and readings to look forward to in this time of transition. It's helped to have a really chill, supportive church community keeping me spiritually grounded without buying into the yt American evangelical toxicity. It's helped to have my cats.

But sometimes, what makes me the happiest of all, is hearing "I LOVED THAT SHOW!"

I'll never not be proud to be known for How to Dance in Ohio and everything we stood for. I'm proud that the love was real, and the quality of the material reflected and reverberated that love. I'm proud of the representation aspect, and I'm proud that it wasn't just about that. And people who saw it, saw all of that.

It's so comforting to know that we shared this show with enough people that it's going to continue to matter.

People aren't going to forget.

I love that for us.

By the way, it was too cold to really show it off, but this is the shirt I wore underneath the sweatshirt. :)

[bookshopsbizarreblog]

Midst Appendix Collection: Season 3

All of the appendixes from Midst's third season, along with the tag associated with them. From Midst's twitter. Click for higher quality.

[Master Document] [Season 1] [Season 2]

Episode 1: Imbalance - "Don't be suspicious."

"We the Barons United"

Episode 2: Breakfast - "Bready or not, here they come."

"Teletheric Transduction Pocket Guide"

Episode 3: Change - "Going through the motions."

"An Unfortunate Headline In The Unlight Herald"

Episode 4: Foundation - "Lightbulb moment."

"Family Documents of Phineas Thatch"

Episode 5: Acculturation - "Power is a potent cocktail."

"An Invitiation For An Audience With The Tripotentiary" (sic.)

Episode 6: Switcheroo - "Finally on the right track."

"A Highest Light Rail Transit Guide"

Episode 7: Tempest - "A force of nature."

"The Loxlee Kitchen's Evening Menu"

Episode 8: Fault - "These roots run deep."

"Arraignment Hearing Documents"

Episode 9: Baron - "Unorthodox negotiation tactics."

"Notes on a High Mall Bill of Sale"

Episode 10: Bedrock - "Tonight we wear black."

"A Phosphorfest Band Poster"

Episode 11: Resolve - "It's complicated."

"A Hastily Scrawled Note On A Napkin"

Episode 12: Interest - "Things are finally coming together."

"The Parable of The Investor & The Notary"

Episode 13: Machinations - "A calculated risk."

"A Letter to Hieronymus"

Episode 14: Shindig - "Life is a cabaret, old chum."

"A Heartfelt Drawing" (incorrectly labeled under Episode XVI on their twitter)

Episode 15: Breach - "Trickle-down economics."

"Central Vault Schematic"

Episode 16: Trustfall - "What goes up..."

"An Advertisement For Scrumptious Canned Mirrorhawk"

Episode 17: Ghosts - "The show must go on."

"Minutes From A Stationary Hill Town Meeting"

Episode 18: Home - "A hill to die on."

"The Journal Of Phineas Thatch"

Episode 19: Balance - "It's time."

"Lark's Final Journal Entry"

[droughtofapathy]

The DroughtofApathy Theatre Awards Nominations:

Best Ensemble Stereophonic Jaja's African Hair Braiding Merrily We Roll Along Illinoise

Best New Song "Evanesce," Days of Wine and Roses (Adam Guettel) "Masquerade," Stereophonic (Will Butler) "East of Eden," Stereophonic (Will Butler)

Bad Accent Eddie Redmayne's Muppet Voice Whatever the fuck Jeremy Jordan was doing Colton Ryan's Muppet Voice from last season, I'm still not over it

Diva Performance of the Year Jennifer Simard, Once Upon a One More Time Jessica Lange, Mother Play Emily Skinner, Suffs

Most Incredible Scene Transition The I Need That home cleanup transition Opening up Jaja's African Hair Braiding shop Mary Jane's apartment set lifting up to reveal the hospital set Doubt revolving set Appropriate house falling into shambles with a tree and everything De-renovating the Broadway Theatre after Here Lies Love flopped

Most Beautiful Woman On Stage Bebe Neuwirth, Cabaret Kelli O'Hara, Days of Wine and Roses (bonus points for The Hours) Jessica Lange, Mother Play Anika Noni Rose, Uncle Vanya

Moment So Horrifyingly Bad I Physically Recoiled Eddie Redmayne as the Emcee singing "Tomorrow Belongs to Me" BEFORE the party Everything Gayle Rankin did on that stage "My name is Ponyboy//I'm the youngest of the three," lyric from The Outsiders The Hell's Kitchen book being allowed on Broadway at all

Most Hated Sound Designer Gareth Owen, The Who's Tommy Jon Weston, The Wiz Gareth Owen, Hell's Kitchen (hey, a doubly-bad showing) Brian Ronan, The Great Gatsby, but specifically those gunshots

Floppiest Flop Show How to Dance in Ohio Lempicka Here Lies Love Grey House Once Upon a One More Time

Weirdest Marketing/Publicity/Social/Design Decision How to Dance in Ohio only emphasizing "AUTISM REP" over everything that might have drawn in any kind of crowd at all.

The Lempicka social media team just straight-up lying with their pull-quotes and then doubling down and getting snide.

Broadway producer Greg Nobile's twitter discourse.

The Cabaret social media brand refusing to acknowledge Bebe Neuwirth exists and is the only thing holding that show together.

Who did the Days of Wine and Roses cast album design and like...why?

Can You Spell Miscast? Eddie Redmayne, Cabaret Gayle Rankin, Cabaret Eden Espinosa, Lempicka Basically all of The Wiz Doubly so for The Great Gatsby

Star-in-the-Making Sarah Pidgeon, Stereophonic The Grey House kids Hannah Cruz, Suffs Amber Iman, Lempicka Anna Zavelson, Encores! The Light in the Piazza (not Broadway, but I said what I said)

Criminally Underutilized Older Character Actress Jayne Houdyshell, Uncle Vanya Emily Skinner, Suffs Andrea Burns, The Notebook Beth Leavel, Lempicka Mia Katigbak, Uncle Vanya Bebe Neuwirth, Cabaret

Worst Audience Behavior The couple who stayed on their phones the whole time at The Wiz.

The guy who started screaming and fighting at the top of act two at Hell's Kitchen.

The drunk women at Melissa Etheridge who were singing and flailing the whole show.

Shrieking girls at Bad Gatsby whenever the leading man did anything.

Family in front of me at Heart of Rock and Roll.

Guy behind me at Cabaret crunching wine chips through all of act two.

Iconic Merch Item Rosie the Elephant, Water for Elephants: she's so soft and well-made and perfect and I love her and need her. Great American Bitch clothing, Suffs Mother Hat, Mother Play Tissue box, The Notebook

Moment that Had Me in Tears When *spoiler* off-stage, Jaja is taken in by ICE and her daughter can't find her and may face deportation herself.

Merrily We Roll Along overture.

Mary Jane breakdown over the music therapist.

All of Maryann Plunkett's masterful performance in The Notebook.

Me going home to sob over how they butchered Cabaret.

Kimberly Akimbo final performance, it might've opened last season, but fight me

Reading an article on the opening of the Bad Gatsby where a car hit a pedestrian right next to where all the celebrities were getting their photos taken and no one noticed. (tears of laughter-pedestrian was not hurt badly)

Single Best Costume Emily Skinner's Dorothy Louden coat Jennifer Simard, titties up and out as the Stepmother Sara Gettlefinger's fun jumpsuit and headscarf combo Anika Noni Rose entrance blue gown with the plunging neckline and deep v back Bebe Neuwirth's little pink nightie and phenomenal shawl Kate Baldwin's off-the-shoulder outfits in the regional production of A Little Night Music

Best Playbill Design Stereophonic - 10/10 no notes Suffs - Like the art style Illinoise - I really like the colors and art style Here Lies Love - I like the colors

Worst Playbill Design Cabaret - you should be ashamed of yourself. Not even the title Doubt - I know there was a last-minute replacement, but c'mon Lempicka - whoever did this should be taken out back and shot Spamalot - it's just the same damn design as the original, but brighter and worse

Tony Snub Laurie Metcalf, Grey House Jennifer Simard, Once Upon a One More Time Chip Zien, Harmony Days of Wine and Roses, Best Musical Grey House, Best Scenic Design of a Play

Cars on Broadway The Bad Gatsby cars that actually drive The Lempicka silver car that isn't green and doesn't drive The Illinoise concept car made out of props and actor's bodies The Back to the Future car that files and spins and shit

[enlightenedrobot]

Usually I have a big halloween mashup coming up around this time, but nah, this time I have an even bigger mashup idea and I want to release it on Walpurgisnaught!

Friends, Neighbors, Enemies of the State, I'd like to introduce you to Grill Talk, a new mashup album inspired by Girl Talk, Super Mash Bros, and all the other semi-popular-niche-pop-plunderphonics artist of the mid-2000s.

It'll be an album length mix featuring a little bit of everything... pop, hip hop, indie foltronica, noise, weirdcore, weeb music, dark cabaret, screamo, hyperpop, wonderbread etc.

If you like music, you'll probably hate this mix :P !

(Also, just to be clear, this is a free album made for fun in my bedroom. Last time I posted music someone accused me of being an industry plant... which like... no? I've been here since the start)

Sample List below the cut:

Samples:

We Got the Beat - The Gogos (Drums)

Without Me - Eminem (Vocals)

Girl - Beck (Various Elements)

Hamantha - Jack Stauber (Drums)

Better Off Alone - Alice Deejay (Bass/ Transitional Elements)

Hot Blooded - Foreigner (Guitar Stabs)

Crazy Train - Ozzy Osbourne (Percussion, Vocals)

Say it Right - Nelly Furtado (Drums)

Living in the Past - Unnatural Funk Band (Drums)

Its Your Thing - Cold Grits (Drums)

Funky Fanfare - Keith Mansfield (Various Elements)

Lithium - Nirvana (Drums)

Grillz - Nelly (Vocal)

Talk - Futuristic (Vocal)

Empire - Shakira (Vocal)

Cigarette Ahegao - Penelope Scott (Chiptune)

Under My Skin - Jukebox the Ghost (Piano)

Theme From the Planets - Dexter Wansel (Drums)

Chain Hang Low - Jibbs (Vocal)

Uma Thurman - Fall Out Boy (Drums)

Come On Let's Go - Ritchie Valens (Guitar, Vocal)

[dezi-desire]

We thought a visual tour of our upcoming venue for "Our Lips Are Concealed Cabaret" on Sept 13th would be more useful than just telling y'all it's accessible because a lot of places that state such are lacking in different areas. Hope this helps!

In this video: Dezi & Oliver are two white non-binary tattooed individuals on transit and touring a theatre. Dezi has short neon green hair that matches their kn95 mask, respiray wearable air purifier, and outfit. Oliver is using a mobility scooter, has mid length purple hair that matches their shoes and is wearing glasses and pink kn95 that matches their stripey jumpsuit.

[shakesleare]

Cabaret Animatics (the train transition)

[cabaretkel]

Broadway Theatres

There are currently 41 operating Broadway theatres, & I have been lucky enough to visit most of them. In descending order by most visited, here is a list of all the productions I’ve seen & the year I attended for each theatre.  

Belasco Theatre: Hedwig & the Angry Inch (2014) / Hedwig & the Angry Inch (2015) / Hedwig & the Angry Inch (2015) / Farinelli & the King (2018) / Network (2019)

Neil Simon Theatre: Jesus Christ Superstar (2012) / Big Fish (2013) / All the Way (2014) / Angels in America Part 1 (2018) / Angels in America Part 2 (2018) 

Richard Rodgers Theatre: Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (2013) / Romeo & Juliet (2013) / If/Then (2014) / Hamilton (2016) / Hamilton (2018)

Studio 54: The Mystery of Edwin Drood (2013) / Cabaret (2014) / Cabaret (2015) / The Lifespan of a Fact (2019) / Pictures From Home (2023)

Longacre Theatre: First Date (2013) / Of Mice & Men (2014) / Allegiance (2016) / The Prom (2019) / Leopoldstadt (2023)   

Brooks Atkinson Theatre / Lena Horne Theatre: Peter & the Starcatcher (2013) / Spring Awakening (2016) / Spring Awakening (2016) / Waitress (2017) / SIX (2023)

Bernard B. Jacobs Theatre: It’s Only a Play (2015) / The Color Purple (2016) / The Ferryman (2018) / Company (2020) / Parade (2023)

Circle in the Square Theatre: Godspell (2012) / Fun Home (2016) / In Transit (2017) / Once on this Island (2018)

Booth Theatre: The Glass Menagerie (2013) / The Elephant Man (2015) / American Son (2019) / Kimberly Akimbo (2023)

Music Box Theatre: Pippin (2013) / The Heidi Chronicles (2015) / Dear Evan Hansen (2017) / Purlie Victorious (2023)

Broadhurst Theatre: The Front Page (2017) / Anastasia (2018) / Jagged Little Pill (2020) / A Beautiful Noise (2023)

Imperial Theatre: Les Miserables (2014) / Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812 (2017) / Carousel (2018) / Bad Cinderella (2023)

Broadway Theatre: Cinderella (2014) / Fiddler on the Roof (2016) / West Side Story (2020) / Here Lies Love (2023) 

Ethel Barrymore Theatre: The Bands Visit (2018) / The Inheritance Part 1 (2020) / The Inheritance Part 2 (2020) / Harmony (2023)

Al Hirschfeld Theatre: How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying (2011) / Kinky Boots (2013) / Moulin Rouge (2020) 

Nederlander Theatre: Newsies (2014) / Honeymoon in Vegas (2015) / Pretty Woman (2019)  

St. James Theatre: Bullets Over Broadway (2014) / Something Rotten! (2016) / Frozen (2018)

Shubert Theatre: Hello Dolly (2018) / To Kill a Mockingbird (2019) / Some Like it Hot (2023)

Winter Garden Theatre: School of Rock (2016) / Beetlejuice (2020) / Back to the Future (2023)

Lunt-Fontanne Theatre: The Addams Family (2011) / Finding Neverland (2016) / Tina - The Tina Turner Musical (2020)

Lyceum Theatre: The Realistic Jones (2014) / A View From the Bridge (2016)

Marquis Theatre: Wonderland (2011) / Evita (2012) 

American Airlines Theatre: Violet (2014) / On the Twentieth Century (2016)

Samuel J. Friedman Theatre: Casa Valentina (2014) / Constellations (2015)

Palace Theatre: Annie (2013) / Sunset Boulevard (2017)

Gerald Schoenfeld Theatre: The Bridges of Madison County (2014) / Come From Away (2018)

August Wilson Theatre: Mean Girls (2019) / Funny Girl (2023)

Stephen Sondheim Theatre: Anything Goes (2012) / & Juliet (2023)

Cort Theatre / James Earl Jones Theatre: The Cripple of Inishmaan (2014) / Gutenberg! The Musical (2023)

Hudson Theatre: Toured the theatre (2019) / Merrily We Roll Along (2023)

Eugene O'Neill Theatre: The Book of Mormon (2012)

Minskoff Theatre: Easter Bonnet Competition (2014)

Majestic Theatre: The Phantom of the Opera (2016)

New Amsterdam Theatre: Aladdin (2014)

Walter Kerr Theatre: A Gentleman’s Guide to Love & Murder (2016)

Hayes Theatre: Lobby Hero (2018)

Gershwin Theatre: Wicked (2020)

John Golden Theatre: The Shark is Broken (2023)

Ambassador Theatre: Chicago (2023)

Lyric Theatre: N/A

Vivian Beaumont Theatre: N/A

Shows seen multiple times: Hedwig & the Angry Inch (3), Cabaret (2), Hamilton (2) & Spring Awakening (2).

108 shows, 1 event & 1 tour

[notbroadwaybound]

aw man i was thinking they were going to transition into Don't Tell Mama or Cabaret during that performance but that was a lot of fun. Very Cabaret.