They’re Gonna 👊🏻💥💥👊🏻💥 👊🏻💥💥 Some Hapless Goober

I’d be honored to get murdered by this little shit >:|

Concepts for a story I’m working on

🦖🏝🦕 • ❝ life finds a way ❞

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Giovanni Giacometti, The Nut Tree, 1908. Oil on canvas

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Last night they were acting Moliere in Fourteenth Street; Dickens was being played through the auspices of Nigel Playfair. Further uptown, George M. Cohan was unveiling the latest George M. Cohan musical comedy. But Broadway, being eternally curious, turned out in greatest numbers at the Biltmore Theater in Forty-Seventh Street, where the result of Mae West's latest encounter with the drama was being performed. This was the exhibit—play is not precisely the word—with a vaudeville background, whose preliminary trip through the Bronx and Queens had been followed by rumors that here was something that might arouse the police to action.

So began the review by an unnamed theater critic for the Times on October 2, 1928. It appeared, not in the arts section, but following a front-page story about the police ... taking action.

The play was Pleasure Man, a reworking by Mae West of her earlier play The Drag. It dealt not with vaudeville, as the critic said, but burlesque, and finished with a lavish drag ball.

Cops were stationed at all theater exits and just as the play was ending, reserves surrounded the front. When the cast tried to leave, they were arrested—56 in all, including West, who also acted in the show.

Of course this attracted audience members (some in evening dress, the Times noted) from other theaters nearby. The presence of cabs and other cars waiting to pick up theater-goers and actors added to the chaos.

Flashlights exploded as news photographers tried to capture the actors being led into paddy wagons. The police had to make five trips to get everyone to the station house on 47th St., where they were charged with indecency.

By 2:30 in the morning, Actors Equity posted bail. West's was $500, which may have been more than the others because she was doubly guilty, having written the play as well as acted in it. The producer, director, and theater staff were not arrested.

For some reason, the cops let the next day's matinee start, but raided it halfway through and arrested everyone once more. They had their own theatrical flair.

The trial wasn't held until April of 1930, and resulted in a hung jury. By that time West was a star, having triumphed in another play of her own called Diamond Lil. The next year she went to Hollywood.

Top photo: J.D. Doyle via Digital Transgender Archive Second photo: NY Daily News

franz kafka and writer/doctor ernst weiss at the baltic-sea in the summer of 1914.

I don’t know why I haven’t mentioned this yet but I’ve been making a polka dot man costume for Halloween. I’ll post tomorrow when it’s finished:)

i need you to know that your art gives me an indescribable amount of joy and it makes me want to smoke a cigar. it's THAT cool.

(P.S. i will never actually smoke or touch a cigar)

Thank you so much! I like your art very much as well! The day is still young, a cigar may still be smoked :)

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