Shakespeare aside, I’m sure the director is the RSC is a flaming sodomite.
FDR might have been Gay too. What else can explain his marrying Eleanor?
Who is next? The Colossus of Rhodes?
An an an an an an an he had MEN dressed as WOMEN onstage!
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Julius is going to come out of the closet?
This is PROJECTION.
Nothing more.
“Shakespeare may have been gay, says artistic director of RSC [Royal Shakespeare Company]”
It’s true, anyone who has done anything noteworthy is either gay, black or both.
A writer/director of theatrical plays who consorts with actors? I just assumed.
All Englishmen are poofs. Except the one’s named “Bruce’’.
The truth? RSC’s new artistic director is GAY!
time for some Shakespearean insults
Top 50 Shakespeare Insults:
Shakespeare insult 1: All’s Well That Ends Well (Act 3, Scene 6)
“A most notable coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise breaker, the owner of no one good quality.”
Or not and possibly didn’t exist at all.
He wrote a few plays where women disguised themselves by dressing as men.
These occurred in comedies, meaning, he and the audience of the time found this funny.
So making fun of cross dressers doesn’t seem like a gay guy to me.
The article is just another attempt to normalize gaydom. They probably won’t stop until there’s a gay history month.
Pure fantasy. The left lives in a fantasy world that has nothing to do with reality.
My thought also....this again...
He MAY have been an alien from another planet.
He MAY have been the bastard son of the king of Siam.
He MAY have been an American Indian in disguise.
But this so-called artistic director is obviously a self promoting asshole.
Just look at “A Midsummer Night's Dream”, it's just dripping with fairies. Lear? Old boyfriend. Macbeth? His old cabin ‘mate’ at Summer camp. Et tu Brute? Yes, even Brutus (his tailor). Shylock? His manservant. Every play, every male character. Prancing? He invented it. Men's tights? His viagra. He gave up on women at a very young age because they “doth protest too much.”
It's all very well documented by CNN.
SONNET 27 Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
On the other hand, I see no other interpretation for the beautiful Sonnet 33 than grief for his dead, beloved son Hamnet and a comparison with Heaven's Sun/Son, Jesus Christ, in a magnificent poem in many layers of meaning:
Sonnet 33 Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all-triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.