Stop. Doing. Drag.

Stop. Doing. Drag.

I almost did.

For a hot minute. For a minute I started thinking this had all gone too far and that the dresses and wigs were starting to infringe on my male life (see Was Peach preventing me from becoming the playwright I’d always wanted to be? I thought. I pondered. I figured it out.


Peach is the life of the party. She’s what helps make our projects happen and what keeps that fire burning, and over the next couple years you’ll see more and more intersection between Dave and Peach. Why not a whole drag play, finally?!


-September 3, 2014