"I see it all around me, but it stops at my skin."
I went to see "Shortbus". It screened at the nice theater, the one with the concession in the lobby that sells lattes and biscotti and imported chocolates along side the popcorn and Rasinettes. The auditorium was nearly filled with homosexuals and hipsters, which is generally the case at this cinema but was most especially so this time. I found myself silently crying (though Yankees like me are loathe to do such things in public) once or twice - unseen, unheard. I'll see it again to try to figure out why. You should probably go see it yourself.