The Bard Gets Bawdy—and Queer—for WorldPride in Folger’s Twelfth Night

The Bard Gets Bawdy—and Queer—for WorldPride in Folger’s Twelfth Night

When one thinks of William Shakespeare and fruit, perhaps the first thing that comes to mind is the pomegranate tree from which the nightingale sings to Juliet, a wishful mistake for the morning lark that brings an end to the young heterosexuals’ first brush with forbidden love. That might not be the case for much longer, though, at least not for Folger Theatre audiences who take in director Mei Ann Teo’s bawdy new production of Twelfth Night, w…