#krontesori

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01 - Medium Alison

From: Fun Home, by Lisa Kron and Jeanine Tesori

Genre: Dramedy

Topic: Coming out, musical

Character: Female, college-aged, lesbian

Two weeks ago I was downtown and I wondered into a bookstore. I was just browsing around and I picked up this book…

           And I was like, Oh, interviews. This looks interesting. And then I was like, These people are all – Gay. Yes. And then I was like “Oh my god! I’m a lesb -”

           Yes. A dyke. Yes. And I totally flipped out and shoved the book back on the shelf and I left. And then I came back the next day and bought the book. And then I came back the next day and bought all the other books in that section. And then I made myself go to the meeting at the Gay Union. And then, and then, it’s now. Hi.

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01 - Helen

From: Fun Home, by Lisa Kron and Jeanine Tesori

Genre: Dramedy; Musical

Topic: Worry, parenting, closeted father

Character: Female, mother

           I’m – I’m really at odds here. I feel responsible –

           I do feel children should be allowed to make their own mistakes.

           You know that and you know that I don’t like parents who meddle, but in this case I’m uniquely qualified to warn you against romanticizing this path. Alison, you probably don’t know that on more than one occasion catastrophe has been narrowly avoided and it is difficult for me to –

           Alison, your father has had affairs with men.

           I don’t know how he hasn’t been caught or exposed.

           What do you think he was doing when he went out in the middle of the night, or taking his “trips?” One time he came back with body live. It’s been going on for years. For our whole marriage, actually.

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02 - Helen

From: Fun Home, by Lisa Kron and Jeanine Tesori

Genre: Dramedy; Musical

Topic: House restoration, worry, tired

Character: Female, mother

           He bought that old shell of a house out on Route 150. Did he tell you that?

           Years ago he talked about buying it and he looked it over, and said it wasn’t worth it, it was too far gone and that was back then so I don’t know why now that it’s even more broken down he’s decided he can fix it up. I’m sure he can.            

           He’s out there day and night, like a maniac, not eating, I don’t think he’s sleeping. Sometimes I walk into a room and he’s standing there, not moving, frozen like a statue.

           I’m sick of it. I’m sick of cooking for him and I’m sick of cleaning this museum.

           You know, shortly after we were married we took a drive from Germany where we were living to Paris. He wanted me to meet an Army buddy of his. We have a beautiful drive. And then, outside of Paris, he just went crazy. Just started screaming at me. Why couldn’t I read a simple fucking map? I was a stupid, worthless bitch. I was dumbfounded. I was terrified – it came out of nowhere as far as I knew. Of course, I learned later this man had been your father’s lover.