22nd April 2014

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Visit Home Referred To As Vacation By Parents

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Visit Home Referred To As Vacation By Parents

21st April 2014

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You’ve been hateful all day. And you know you’re hateful when I’m saying you’re hateful. That’s hateful.
— Bianca del Rio

18th April 2014

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18th April 2014

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17th April 2014

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The most amazing moment of this week’s Untucked

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The most amazing moment of this week’s Untucked

16th April 2014

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My girl killed it!

16th April 2014

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Leave us alone without books and we shall be lost and in confusion at once.
— from “Notes from Underground” by Fyodor Dostoevsky (via clubdenni)

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11th April 2014

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THIS PERFORMANCE IS EVERYTHINGGGGG

I’m dead. Please, please, please win.

11th April 2014

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"Ladies, I’ve made my decision."

I almost threw my TV through the window when I thought my favorite was going home. Ben Delacreme has really been off her game the past couple of weeks and it makes me want to cry. Especially right after she dominated Snatch Game and forced me to be obsessed with how perfect she is.

Bianca looks more poised every week to take the crown. But I really hope that all of this was sculpted by evil reality TV producers to create a fake story arc where Ben dips down in the middle of the season, everyone thinks Bianca is going to win, and then Ben rises from the ashes and takes the crown. 

Bianca has really grown on me. She’s more likable each week. But I don’t want her to win. There’s a smugness to her that just rubs me the wrong way. I don’t know why the judges are picking on Ben about putting up a front when Bianca is really the one out there who’s hiding under the thickest shell.

Those are my Drag Race thoughts for the week. You’re welcome.

10th April 2014

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Why I Left

This story was an omen, but I didn’t realize it at the time. It was the reason why I had to leave the film industry and get the hell out of LA. 

For our incredibly stupid film industry class we had to take our last semester of film school, we had an assignment to go to 2 networking events and get 3 business cards. For one of my events, I went to the LGBT alumni group’s film festival on campus. I got there 15 minutes early so I could start networking (which I thought and still think is stupid and sleazy and awful). There were only 4 other people who got there early. I awkwardly stood in the lobby of the theater and sipped my water as my eyes darted around the room. 

Finally, a hunched-over old man with a full beard started small talking with me. He seemed to be there alone. He was retired, but sold real estate in his spare time. I would say he reminded me of my grandpa, but both of my grandpas had passed away by the time I was 7, and I don’t remember them well. So I guess I would say he reminded me of a grandpa. He wasn’t tied in to the film industry whatsoever, and our conversation wasn’t exactly sparkling, so I didn’t really have any reason to talk to him. But there we were.

Five minutes into our conversation, he handed me his card. There. I got a business card. 1/3 of the assignment complete. I hadn’t networked with anyone from the film industry yet who could actually be of use to me, and I already got the business card I needed, so the best networking decision would be to say goodbye and move on. 

An organizer called out over the room — which had slowly gotten more crowded over the past 15 minutes — that it was time to head in to the theater and get started. I figured I would sit next to the old man, but try to strike up a conversation with anyone else around me who could give me a card and maybe even be a good connection. 

The row we sat in was pretty deserted. A couple of girls sat somewhat nearby, but they were completely absorbed in their own conversation. The old man and I talked about his love for the theater, his career as an engineering professor, his time in the navy. I felt annoyed. This wasn’t what I came here to do. When I read in the program that there would be an intermission, I plotted my escape. 

When intermission was called, I told the old man I needed to use the restroom and took the first step to darting away. Before I could race off, he said he needed to go, too. I sighed inwardly and realized I wouldn’t be shaking him. 

After having talked with one another for quite a while during the first half, we had little to say during intermission. We silently ate cheese and crackers in the lobby, and I looked around at all the young, hip, film-industry types around me — sunglasses indoors, perfect stubble-to-face ratio, laughing with one another over this screenwriter’s awful pitch or that agent’s meticulously plotted move to sign a famous actor. I wanted to get networking, to fulfill my mission, but a mix of fear of talking to strangers and guilt over leaving this old man alone kept me from doing so. 

Some of the people in my film industry class wouldn’t have done this, would’ve thought me stupid for not taking advantage of an opportunity like this. I remembered a film school event the year before, when I was talking with one of the other screenwriting students in the lobby before a film screening. I had went alone and was glad to see someone I knew. In the middle of our conversation, he saw a professor who was particularly well-connected. My classmate hardly let me finish my sentence before running off to strike up a conversation, throwing me under the bus for a complete stranger. 

I realized, standing silently in the lobby with that old man, that I cared more about him not having to spend that day alone than I did about any business card. I didn’t want to take real people with real feelings and treat them like means to an end for my career. I’m sure my classmates who are willing to do that will succeed marvelously in the film industry, because that’s the mindset you need in that awful business. But doing so would be, for me, the complete opposite of why I wanted to become a writer in the first place — to care so much for another person that I would take months or years of my life to tell their story. To treat them not like an object, but like the most interesting and complex person who had ever lived. 

I spent the rest of the day with the old man happily, and we said our farewells and parted ways. The thought of him struck me today out of the blue, and I wondered where he is and what he’s doing. I don’t think I have the business card anymore. The film festival was about a month before I graduated and decided to change paths. I realize now that the story is a better reason for why I decided to leave the film industry than any reason or logic I could come up with.