Repost #2.

Jun. 2, 2025

“Now, I’m done.”

I was a “regular sub-usher” at Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club on Broadway from it’s opening until May 1, 2025.

On April 27, 2024, I was repeatedly kissed by an older white female patron. Said patron had asked for permission, which I politely declined. While trying to reseat her, she turned around for one more kiss, but luckily, Eddie Redmanye was right behind us about to make an entrance. Proper management was notified but the patron was allowed to stay the entire performance.

On December 1, 2024, I got into a verbal dispute with a party who was berating two stage managers.

On December 22, 2024, I was working the accessible entrance without forewarning or proper attire. Even though indoors, I felt the 23-degree windchill from outside.

I endured late and incorrect pay, cut overtime, and begged to use sick time accrued. BTW, IATSE Local 306 is a scam.

I witnessed the head stage manager, Thomas Recktenwald, manhandle a waiter without just cause, to which two other FOH staff also witnessed.

The open letter in regards to LuPone was phenomenal. Señor Sweaty’s breakdown was masterful. If there’s no rebuke for FOH working conditions, I call bullshit.

ALSO…

After my Grandma died last February, I didn’t face my grief, guilt, and subsequent anger properly, initially. I found support from the community I grew up mistakenly idolizing lacking.

But I found it abundantly in God. Subsequently, I was ostracized, gaslit, and gang-stalked for it at a show about PRE-HOLOCAUST GERMANY. I’m not comparing struggles but highlighting the blatant irony.

Also, another usher, alluding to my previous post, implied that I’m undesirable. While fat, black, and homeless, I was “busy” before I found internal self-worth. Concern yourself with your rhythm; as it’s reminiscent of an engine stalling.

Finally, I made this website without telling anyone except my mother. So either you’ve Googled me or something more nefarious…