My short film “90 Seconds to Live” has been selected for the Super 9 Mobile Film Festival! It’s an audience awarded festival! Please take a second to watch (less than 5 minutes), vote, and share the link!!
"90 Seconds…" Is an emotionally charged, end of days love story where one man tries to reach his love while weaving back and forth between memories of the past and the present all before a bomb makes impact!
I have a second entry into the cinephone film festival and I would love if you all would watch it, share it, and vote for it (it’s free to register and vote).
The short is called “90 Seconds To Live” and explores what one man does in his last 90 seconds, the things he remembers in that short time, and the person he is trying to reach.
I shared this post over a year ago as well. My boyfriend wrote this poem during the Trayvon/George Zimmerman case. And it continues to ring true…. it makes me so sad and angry to see that my friends of color and my partner, who I hold so close to my heart, continue to live in constant fear. I support the protests in Ferguson and I hope they bring about a necessary change in our justice system and our country.
"Make sure you obey these laws of the land, know them like the back of your black hand…
Follow about 20 feet or more behind the white woman in the grocery store. If you have a bag make sure to get a receipt too so security can’t search and detain you- Yes I know it’s SILLY but TRUST me. Don’t keep your shoulders square make them round. Bow your head and keep your eyes down. Speak but keep your voice in a whisper, a full voice is too loud; you’ll look violent if you’re “too proud.” Curfew is 10 minutes before 9 not 9 minutes after 10. When the sun lights the street you can play again. Play again but follow the rules of the game; don’t cross the line. Always make sure you’re on the right side of the law. When you see lights shining red and blue put your hands up, make no sudden moves, predators in Black and White WILL attack you…
I know my son, my daughter right now you don’t understand. And I hope you will never have to…”
Cinephone International Shortfilm Festival with smartphone
I recently created a 4-minute short film using ONLY my iPhone, Filmic Pro App, ALM MCamLite Kit, and iMovie!
I’d love if you would share this, rate it at the link provided (it’s free!!!), and help us win the audience voted award! Then I will be able to continue creating films and increase the production value!!
<3 to all!
New head shots for a new year!! I’m looking to take on 2014 in a positive way! I’ve started out with a hair cut and new head shots. I’m making lists and I’m getting ready to take on new challenges to improve myself as an artist and as a person! Here we go 2014! :D
Tonight while walking with my boyfriend along the beachside path in Long Beach, my boyfriend of almost two years wrapped his arm around one of mine. It was cold. He was cold. And so he chose to warm up by holding onto me. There was a moment of hesitancy in me where I wondered what people may think to see him so lovingly holding onto my arm. I felt instantly guilty for thinking such a thought. I made a ridiculous comment about him holding onto me like a dumb bell and not like a prom date. The moment of hesitancy passed and nothing mattered. It was him and I joking, carelessly walking and talking and listening to the sound of the waves splashing at the shore. A sound and place that always bring me peace of mind and a sense of calm. My favorite place.
There were families, grandmas, babies, and single people walking and running and enjoying the evening. At one point a group of teen to 20 year old bicyclists were heading toward us in the opposite direction. As they passed us one of the male members screamed out “fucking faggots!!” Instantly my heart sank in my chest. Matt (my boyfriend) laughed and said “wow!” and I just stood there. Saying nothing. Full of guilt for feeling hesitant moments before, full of anger for not coming up with a come back to this man, and annoyed at myself for caring what other people think of my loving and healthy relationship. Another lone biker (not with the other party) rode by behind them and said “don’t worry about them!”
Matt and I discussed it in length. This isn’t the first time we’ve been harassed in public. This isnt the first time men have decided they feel threatened by our relationship. This IS the first time that we’ve been called “faggots” together though.
I’m still not sure what the proper response to that person, or any person who uses such vile language on strangers, should be. What is it in a loving couple, who happen to be the same gender, that is so threatening? Why does my relationship, that has no affect on another’s life, offend? What gives another person the right to verbally harass and oppress me based on their own ignorance?
I’m not sure what I hope to achieve through this post. I guess I encourage anyone who reads this to lead by example. Show love. Teach tolerance. Share this story. Hug the next queer couple you see even if you don’t know them. And if this hug chain gets back to my boyfriend and I then I know things are changing for the good. Words have power. Actions do too. Please go out of your way to bring a stranger joy, regardless of your differences.
I look forward to the day I don’t have a second thought about holding my boyfriends hand in public or linking arms with him in my favorite place. I long for a time I can kiss him without odd looks in the mall, or glares in the park. Love is love. Please teach your children that.
And to the man who called my boyfriend and I “faggots” tonight: my heart hurts for you and the words you use. I wish you love. I wish you peace of mind. I wish you no ill will. And I hope that someday when someone you love comes out to you, that you can look past your ignorance and show them unconditional love.
Peace and love.