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Forever After
by Doric Wilson
June 16, 2000, revised June 1, 2007

“The transvestite muses of Comedy and Tragedy invade an unexamined relationship, and turn it gratifyingly (and wittily) inside out” - Michael Feingold, The Village Voice

Bernie “Dora Jar” Sanford, Tom Enyart
Brown McDonald, Terry Swenson
from the 1985, Portland, OR production
photo: ?  
Casey Wayne is the funniest man I ever met (trust me, Casey Wayne is the funniest man you ever met). Whether it be “the mime who never shuts up,” or the aging star of silent radio, his multiple personalities can send Dame Edna “straight” back down under any day of the week. I wrote Melpomene in “Forever After” for Casey. As an act of genuine respect and abiding friendship, I loaded the part with verbal sand traps and roller coaster tongue twisters (my apologies to the many actors who have had to navigate the role later). Mr. Wayne hardly batted a ten inch eyelash at my efforts and sailed through the play, a clipper ship hell bent for China.

“Forever After” opened in 1980 as part of the First Gay American Arts Festival organized by the Glines. (I don’t recall a second festival.) It shared the bill with every one from Jack Wrangler, Ned Rorem, John Rechy, to Eartha Kitt. The Festival included premieres of plays that were to become central to the gay theater cannon. Jane Chamber’s haunting and heartbreaking “Last Summer at Bluefish Cove” (Jean Smart’s NYC debut); Robert (Don’t play with those words, you don’t know where they’ve been) Patrick’s “T-Shirts,” a sweet three-part invention on (amongst other things) the joys of aging; and Cal Yoaman’s neatly twisted “Richmond Jim” (a play I never fully appreciated until Jerry West’s production in Portland, Oregon).

Playwrights also present (at least in the periphery) were the frog-voiced theatrical double threat Harvey Fierstein; butch mutchkin Victor Bumbalo; wicked waif Martin Sherman; and arguably the most original voice in gay theater (and my dear friend) Robert Chesley. In other words, the Festival (thank you, Larry Lane and John Glines) collected the very best New York gay theater had to offer in the 1970s.

Knowing that many of the above mentioned playwrights would attend my first night, I had great fun targeting some of them in “Forever After” (after first taking a pot shot at myself). To not appear gay chauvinistic, I included the certifiably heterosexual (fellow Cino alumni) Sam Shepard in my sights. After the performance, Jane Chambers gave me a big kiss in gratitude for excluding her.

Having written “Forever After” as a pièce de occasion, I didn’t expect it to have a life beyond the Festival. It became one of my most produced plays (Boston did it countless times) and the muses still show up to “queer” the climax, most recently in Kansas City and Bohemia, Long Island.

“Forever After” was also the first play Terry Helbing published in his JH Press Gay Play Script Series. For most of the 70s, Terry Helbing was the mogul of gay theater. Conflict of interest was an alien concept to him, by the time of the Mineshaft production of “Street Theater,” he produced the play (as Meridian Gay Theatre), published it (JH Press), acted in it (Jordan), represented it as my agent, and was furious because the newspaper he wrote for wouldn’t allow him to review it. He did everything in the theater except write plays for it. And he wasn’t as funny as Casey Wayne.

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