If one of us is in need, we are all in need.
Illness isn’t a foreign concept to queer people. The HIV epidemic of the 1980’s showed us just how quickly a community can be torn apart, how easily a government can turn a blind eye to the suffering of its citizens, and how vital it is for those affected to stick together. Epidemic is in our cultural DNA.
And yet, here we are, still at risk and still on the outskirts of aid in a time of crisis. Between our jobs, healthcare, and our financial security, the queer community…
I am about to start a business, and I am going to attempt to document every step of the way.
It is hard to define the true beginning of any business — the conception point if you will. It starts with an idea. And then a lot of ideas. And then crumpling up the idea list and throwing it in the trash, setting fire to the can, and vowing to never have an idea ever again, to not even consider the POSSIBILITY of an idea. …
So, you’ve got a story, let’s name your characters.
Let’s face it, naming characters is the hardest part of creative writing. I will walk through the steps of the process to help you along the way.
When mental health turns physical.
I woke up this morning with a start. My heart was racing, and my feet were ready to run. It’s been 3 nights in a row now.
The dreams aren’t always the same. Sometimes I’m drowning, sometimes dark figures creep through the rooms of my house. …
Times are hard, so let me have some cheese.
I’ve spent the last year feeling like the world was collapsing around me. Between news, and life, and seasonal affective disorder, I’m really damn ready for some easy fun.
I want to sink down into my couch under 5 pounds of fluffy blankets, crack open a family sized bag of white cheddar popcorn, and get lost in a world where bakers and firemen and princesses mingle with ease.
Forget about the Muller investigation or my overwhelming civic responsibility, I want to watch a small town inn-keeper fall for an uptight city…
The film’s reception tells us a lot about what audiences look for in their cinema.
A warning: this article contains medium spoilers for the film.
From the moment the intricate title card flashes on the screen, the film’s foreignness is palpable. It is as un-Hollywood as it is brilliant, and that tone underscores the entire rest of the film.
You’ll either love it or hate it, and it all depends on what you want out of it.
The film is quiet. It leaves silences where Hollywood would have filled the space with noise. It holds for lingering eyes and lasting…
I’ve fallen into a hole. Hell, I’ve fallen into a lot of holes.
I’ve always been a master at procrastination, especially when it comes to writing.
I once spent a whole morning reading about shrunken heads. The productive hours I’ve lost while staring up at the night sky taunt me often. I can make a 3 mile drive last for an hour if there’s a good story playing in my head. And don’t get me started on the procrastination catnip that is YouTube conspiracy videos.
The thing about being a writer is that the job requires a wandering mind. It…
I’m sorry I fell out of love with you just as things were getting serious.
Oh you, my fickle dears. How I’ve loved you. Until I didn’t.
I’ve met you in bars, in coffee shops, at stoplights. My favorite is when I meet you across a metro platform. When there’s a glimmer in your gaze that pulls my eyes toward you, and suddenly I can see your hair. It begins to flow from your head and land perfectly on shoulders now writing themselves in the crowd.
The train has arrived, and as it pulls into the station you…
A mild spoiler warning: This review does contain minor discussions of specific plot points, but largely focuses on the narrative as a whole.
The acting is spectacular. The cinematography is gorgeous. The soundtrack sets a perfectly encapsulated mood. So, why do Beautiful Boy’s heaviest moments feel more like a light push than a punch?
Let me preface this by saying that I am a movie crier. I typically gauge a movie’s emotional impact by the level of tear it invokes. Did they well in my eye but never fall? Did I have the two tears down the side of my…