How Embarrassing Is Jesus?
Can Jesus be saved by the queers... and do we want him?
Hi friends, Are you into psychedelics and/or spirituality? Assuming this is a meaningful universe, and there are no accidents, any chance you’re gonna be in LA on Friday, July 11th at 9:30 PM? Come see my new comedy show at the Lyric Hyperion.
How Embarrassing Is Jesus? A queer psychedelic comedy hour directed by Becca Blackwell. Award-winning and -losing writer Lauren Duca is best known for publishing "Donald Trump is Gaslighting America" to Teen Vogue, and subsequently making Tucker Carlson look like he was going to poop himself on Fox. After being featured in The New York Times and canceled by Buzzfeed, she ran off to the mountains to join a psychedelic cult, as if leaving the world was a career path. Back at the bottom of the pit of despair, she was saved by a rainbow alien praying mantis named Jesus, and this show has to ask: How embarrassing is that? Inspired by the art of European clowns, a former journalist investigates the meaning of life, posing existential questions like: Can Jesus be saved by the queers ... and do we want him?
The next show one is NY on Saturday, August 2 at 1:30 PM at Caveat, and I’ll be at Union Hall on Thursday, November 6th at 7:30 PM.
I’d love to see you there, and please bring friends! If you’d like to help spread the word, please forward this email along to your trippy pals in NY and LA. (Or maybe use this as an excuse to go visit them.)
If you have a space where you would like to see this show, email me :)
with a strange little bow at the end,
Lauren (lauren.duca@gmail.com)
Ooooh! Making a note for August 2.
I might have to fly to LA to see you! Love your writing and your heart!
Meanwhile: Observations of the Pride March, June 28th, 2025 San Antonio, TX
Happening upon a gay site of people enjoying themselves I pulled over to see what it was about, I discovered it was a parade, a gay pride parade.
Proud they should be, a nonviolent expression of joy is all I saw along the street. People were enjoying themselves, singing, laughing, and having fun,
which is a rare thing in America these days.
There was, of course, one hater among them. An imbecile with a microphone explaining that Jesus says homosexuality is a sin.
The people sitting on the curb blew whistles and did other things to try and drown out his hateful diatribe, but he was unrepentant.
He evidently never heard of the judgment surprise in Matthew in which those who try to storm the gates of heaven with absolute
assurance of their entry ticket will hear God say "not so fast!" It seems that actions like these,
I was hungry and you gave me food,
I was thirsty and you gave me drink,
I was a stranger and you welcomed me,
I was naked and you clothed me,
I was sick and you visited me,
I was in prison and you came to me,
are the attributes needed for a heavenly wristband.