Why are YOU fabulis?

I'm not in the habit of promoting other sites. Usually, my role is telling people Oasis isn't a place for them to just join and start trying to divert traffic away from here in their first post. If you don't see a lot of these posts, it's because I delete them.

But, my friend Bradford is working on a new site called fabulis, and it seems like it'll be a classy venture, because, well, he's involved.

The reason I'm posting it here, though, is I know how many of you like FREE stuff, and right now, if you shoot a video of yourself, saying why you're fabulis, they'll send you a free T-shirt. If a lot of people like your video, you may even get a free iPhone, so since I know ya'll love the free, I figured I'd break the rules a bit.

Everything you need to know is here. If you want, feel free to post your fabulis video as a comment here, and we can all vote to help you get an iPhone!

Anthony Rapp's last performance in Rent

I just got home from Sacramento, where I went to see the FINAL show in the FINAL CITY of the Rent Broadway tour, which is the FINAL time Anthony Rapp and Adam Pascal will ever be in the show.

The crowd was electric, filled with many former cast members, and people who flew from all corners of the globe to be there.

When Adam Pascal walked out with his guitar, the crowd erupted. It seemed like it couldn't get much louder. Then Anthony walked out, and I realized I was wrong. The crowd was on its feet before they could even hit their marks, and they stopped and gave the crowd the time to calm down.

Anthony didn't start in with his normal opening line and instead said that this show, like every show, is dedicated to the memory of Jonathan Larson. Then it began.

Give It Up! A new Douglas Carter Beane-penned musical, is coming to Dallas, Texas

Hey Oasis people in Texas and nearby, you should definitely try and catch the world premiere of Douglas Carter Beane's new pop musical comedy Give It Up! if you can. It is playing from this weekend through February 14 at the Dee and Charles Wyly Theatre at the AT&T Performing Arts Center in Dallas.

Based on Aristophanes' ancient Greek comedy Lysistrata, in which a group of women refuse to have sexual relations with their husbands until they end the Peloponnesian War. Beane and Lewis Flinn, who wrote the music and lyrics, bring the classic tale of the battle of the sexes to a contemporary American college (Athens University) where Lysistrata Jones is the head cheerleader at a school where the basketball team is content to lose every game. Determined to inspire them to become winners and care for something more than themselves, the ladies decide to hold out on “giving it up” until their team breaks the 30-year losing curse by winning a game.

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I overthink things

Oh, lawd. I don’t really know what’s wrong with me. Am I the only one that gets anxiety when they see they have a PM on Facebook or elsewhere?

Eke's picture

i want to stop masturbating

Early January thas year, 2013, I introduced myself to the world of masturbation.. First I loved it. I'm 14 by the way. Then I started feeling guilty about it, I felt like if I just died, I'the go to hell.. I tried my best to stop but I just colud not.. So please if you have any tips.. Do share..

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Love is all, from what I've heard, but my heart's learned to kill

Points of interest:
-The German scholarship rejected me
-Contrariwise, I entered another contest, this time for $1000, an essay contest on open government. We'll see...
-I've had several revolutions in thought since when I was last here
-I joined the Frisbee team
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Coming out to friends and family

Hey guys,

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Philadelphia

*inspired by the song "Lover's Spit" by Broken Social Scene.

Golden red, your arms were a sinewy fence around
my form as we sat on the fire escape overlooking
a schizophrenic town.
Your lips tickled my cheek and I stroked the back
of your head, twisting
my fingers in your burnt wheat-colored strands.
"Remember when we used to get excited over
the smallest things," I asked.
"Like kissing awkwardly and
stumbling through doorways,
dragging in the scent of fresh
cut grass and angel's sweat?"
"Yeah," you said. "But let's play it out again,
baby, before Philadelphia

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The Crying Boy On The Front Porch

Thanks to all who read and left notes for my first journal entry, it's great to know that people here understand and care.

I've decided, with the urging of my brothers, to write a separate journal about how each of us met, which will lead to how we ended up being brothers.

I was three when my mom died, and honestly I don't remember her much. Fortunately we have lots of pictures of her, but otherwise she's just an illusion to me.

elph's picture

The Language of Love...

This will likely "strike home" for more than just a few Oasies™. The longing to be important in the life of another is well portrayed!


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