bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY

Mars on Earth

August 3rd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Tulsa has a brand new, 100 acre, 450 million dollar public park called the Gathering Place. It’s beautiful and whimsical and thoughtful and pristine, and in any other major city WOULD GET COMPLETELY DESTROYED BY OUR GROSS HUMAN NATURES. But since Oklahoma as a whole state holds only 3.9 million people (LITERALLY THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE LIVING IN LOS ANGELES)  it stays like this:

MAYBE it’s because I’ve been re-reading The Martian Chronicles, but when I visited,  I had the distinct feeling of being on either on a new version of Earth after Earth has been Destroyed, Or on a Mars that is Pretending to be Earth. ALSO IT’S CALLED THE GATHERING PLACE, which is the most sci-fi name for a park I have ever heard. People float around on boats with ice cream cones, kids laugh like a pre-recorded sound cue, grown-ups stroll, everybody seems blissful and maybe a little high, like they were given the Drug that makes them forget the Past.

Kids slide down a giant Swan, or Banana, Though nobody remembers what Bananas or Swans are. There is only Park.

 

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BOOK A CLOWN

August 1st, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m back in town, prepping and getting my head in the game for some upcoming IVF hullabaloo, which means blood draws and needle parties and Google panics and that I just bought 47 pounds of Kale but all I can think about is Wine. MOST IMPORTANTLY, while researching things One can Do to Pretend to be in Control of One’s life While undergoing IVF, I stumbled across this gem nugget of advice:

SO HEADS UP MORRISON WILL BE SPENDING THE NEXT TWO MONTHS PREPPING HIS TIGHT FIVE AS AN IVF CLOWN / JOKE PITCHES WELCOME.

 

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Even the Cows

July 30th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Beaver County, Oklahoma. The owner of a beautiful cattle ranch drives me around, showing me the ropes, literally ropes and prairie dogs and fences and SO MANY BEAUTIFUL COWS. We come upon the first part of the herd. They are gentle and almost sleepy looking and approach us, curiously.

Owner: so yeah! All of the cows are about three months pregnant.

Me:….what?

Owner: this is a breeding ranch!

Me: So….all of those cows are pregnant.

Owner: that’s right!

Me: AM I PREGNANT?

Owner: I don’t know, are you?

Me: AM I COW?

Owner: I don’t…..

Me: *LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY / RUNS INTO AND BECOMES COW*

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Oklahoma; Okay

July 28th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m sure you already know this because it is OBVIOUSLY HOUSEHOLD INFORMATION, but I’ll say it anyways:  Lynn Riggs was a part Cherokee playwright from Oklahoma, who wrote the play Green Grows the Lilacs, on which the Musical Oklahoma! is based.  In his Hollywood days, he was buds with Bette Davis Joan Crawford and often served as a ‘non romantic’ escort for them to Hollywood things, because he was gay, which wasn’t particularly Okay in OK in the 20s and 30s — and APPARENTLY IS ALSO NOT OKAY NOW. Some 60 years after his death, a mural of his face went up on the side of Tulsa’s Equality building — and somebody vandalized it with the word ‘abomination.’ HOW DID THE COMMUNITY RESPOND, YOU ASK? With a reading Lynn’s poetry, by local playwrights, historians, LGBTQ community members. In 95 degree heat. Just to honor and stand by him. OKLAHOMA, OKAY!

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THIS LAND WAS THEIRRRR LAND

July 26th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

THIS LAND WAS NOT OURRRR LAND

Bless you Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City For this striking image. Traveling all over Oklahoma for the next week, researching the Oklahoma! Musical TV show (WHAT EVEN? I DON’T KNOW) that I’ve been contracted to develop. Hoping to absorb the state so I can capture it truthfully. SO MUCH TO LEARN / SOMETHING CALLED AN ONION BURGER TO EAT

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TELL ME MORE

July 24th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Nice Man at airport restaurant busses my table.

Me: Thank you so much!

Nice Man: You’re welcome, Beautiful.

Literally every other woman: Excuse me, but what does my Beauty have to do with anything? I’m just a patron. This is a meant to be a platonic exchange of money for foods and services, HOW DARE YOU.

THIS woman (me): REALLY? THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH, BUT DO YOU REALLY THINK SO? I DIDN’T REALLY HEAR THIS IN A REAL WAY UNTIL MY SATURN WAS RETURNING FOR THE FIRST TIME SO TELL ME MORE*

*PLEASE NOTE THAT MY ACTUAL HUSBAND TELLS ME I’M BEAUTIFUL MOST DAYS AND IT MEANS EVERYTHING, BUT ALSO, IF ANYONE ELSE WANTS TO TELL ME, THAT IS ALSO FINE

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BLOGSTREET’S BACK; ALRIGHT

July 23rd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

DEAR THE FIVE PEOPLE WHO NOTICED MY BLOG WAS DOWN FOR SIX WHOLE DAYS: ‘DATABASE ISSUES (?) HAVE BEEN RESOLVED, and my low grade panic that ensues when I have nowhere to put my thoughts and questions like Why is it called a pretzel and what actually are boobs HAS SUBSIDED. Usually when my blog is down, I spiral with the free fall of not mattering, I feel like my brain is seeping through my ears and there’s nothing to catch it. But I’m proud to announce that this time, I did not fully panic, as I normally do, but tried things like ‘living in world’ and ‘not worrying that I don’t exist if I don’t blog.’ There is nothing profound about this space, nothing revolutionary, but its where I put myself, every day, or every other day. It’s where my brain lives. When it’s gone it’s like all mirrors loose their reflection. Thank you, 5 people, for your panicked texts, and for reading, for looking at me. Here’s to twelve more years, and then twelve more even, when blogs live inside of our Eyes.

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POWER MOVE

July 18th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

WALKIN’ INTO THIS PITCH MEETING WITH A BROKEN SHOE LIKE ‘I DON’T GIVE AN F THAT MY SHOE IS BROKEN’ AND INVITING QUESTIONS LIKE ‘WHAT’S HER DEAL, CAN SHE NOT AFFORD SHOES?’ AND ‘DOES SHE BUY ALL OF HER SHOES FROM INSTAGRAM ADS?’ AND RESPONDING TO THIS QUESTION WITH WORDS LIKE ‘YES’ AND ‘FO SHO’ AND ‘WHERE ELSE DOES ONE BUY SHOES?’

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EMMYS 2019 LEWKS

July 16th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Once again, things are amazing and This is Us got a bunch of Emmy noms ( like MANDY FOR BEST ACTRESS / SO DESERVED / WHAT THAT WOMAN DOES WITH HER AGE MAKEUP IS STUNNING TO WATCH)  which means I am filled with pride and joy and luck, but also, the ceremony is officially 2 months and change out, so it’s time to immediately start brainstorming themes for Morrison and I’s look (lewk) (luhk). First thoughts:

  • Wistful Wedding Recreation
  • Just a Little Bit High
  • Post-Post-Post Apocalyptic
  • Glitter
  • Fertility Struggles
  • Leaders of Industry
  • ….Green

SUGGESTION WINDOW CLOSES AUG 30 2019

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A Gemini Prepares

July 14th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Next week, I am PITCHING A TV SHOW FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME, driving around town telling various smart and important people about my images and characters and thoughts,  in the hopes of someday getting a show that is Mine on air,  which I means I am full of two very real, very opposing feelings:

Joy at the opportunity and delirious delight in my own ideas, slightly high from the secret pocket feeling that I’m doing the thing I was put on this earth to Do

AND ALSO:

COMPLETE EXISTENTIAL TERROR AND DREAD, TINGED WITH FEELINGS OF INSECURITY AND ALSO GUT-EMPTYING FEAR THAT IT’S ALL BEEN A LIE, THAT I AM IN FACT A LIE, THAT THE ONLY TRUE THING IS GRAVITY

 

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