Writer Dan Savage and his camera shy and dead sexy husband Terry talk about their experiences in high school with one simple message to LGBT youth.
It gets better.
This is the kind of homosexual agenda everyone should support. (I almost said ‘get behind’ because I have the comedy stylings of a 12 year old today.) 9 out of 10 LGBT youth are bullied in high school. You may not remember high school and how it seemed like it was forever, that the decisions and actions and situations you found yourself in felt permanent, like a life sentence. It would have been so much easier if you could hear from someone who made it out, who knew how you felt and got through it. So Dan Savage thought he’d help:
But gay adults aren’t allowed to talk to these kids. Schools and churches don’t bring us in to talk to teenagers who are being bullied. Many of these kids have homophobic parents who believe that they can prevent their gay children from growing up to be gay—or from ever coming out—by depriving them of information, resources, and positive role models.
Why are we waiting for permission to talk to these kids? We have the ability to talk directly to them right now. We don’t have to wait for permission to let them know that it gets better. We can reach these kids.
And what’s even better is the outpouring of videos from other people saying the same thing. It gets better. It really does.
This is how I like to remember my mom.
I know how most people remember my mom. Smart. Tough. That’s probably the two words people say the most. “Your mom was intense, she was amazing, she was tough, she pushed me, she challenged me, she was strong, she was basically a bad ass.”
And all of those things are absolutely true.
She was also completely hysterical. She was goofy (as evidenced by the face she’s making with Harry.) She was a great drinker, a lover of scotch and full bodied red wines. Cooking with my mom meant opening a bottle of something. After a long day I do what my mom used to do: change my clothes, pour myself a glass of wine.
My mom had the worst sense of storytelling I’ve ever seen in a brilliant writer. She’d tell you a story about getting the ceiling fans replaced by this amazing lesbian couple and it would seriously sound like she had a point. It sounded like there was a payoff. But she never had one.
She got hit on a lot. She smoked cigarettes for a lot longer than she told my dad, once telling me that it helped deflect men hitting on her on airplanes. She fought loud and she fought dirty – she always had a line you just couldn’t believe, like she secretly had Tennessee Williams writing retorts for your argument over curfew extensions.
But mostly she was an original. I hear about people seeing their mom or dad in other people and I still haven’t had that happen. My mom even told me she once followed a man she saw driving down the highway, driving after him for 30 miles or so, because she was convinced it was her dead father. I haven’t had that.
She died two years ago tomorrow. And it is better than it was last year. Better than the year it happened. It isn’t acute. But what never goes away is how much I want to talk to her and how devastating it is when I realize I can’t call. I never want to call to complain. Or almost never. I just want to call to talk, to make a joke, to hear a joke, to hear a long rambling story. There’s a secret Bernice, one that almost nobody ever met. One that my sister and dad and I were privileged to know and love.
I don’t miss the tough mom, the warrior mom, the one who turned her disease into a one woman crusade. I miss the one who used to sing “Islands In The Stream” and make fun of Daniel Shore’s denture problems and who taught me how to make a well-timed eye-roll.
I’ve spent some time on this blog and on other blogs yelling at the old guard for not understanding the new forms of independent filmmaking.
This speech by Tom Bernard from SPC is absolutely right on. Smart, helpful, empowering, incisive. This is what you need to read. Right now.
I could honestly quote the whole thing, but it is worth reading and absorbing on your own time. Understanding the business is your job if you plan on getting your movie to an audience. That doesn’t mean you’re a slave to the business of film. It just means you have to understand and conquer it.
Any Sunday where I wake up to find someone posted this Tumblr full of Skins Gifs is a good Sunday indeed.
According the Orlando Fox station:
ORANGE COUNTY, Fla. (WOFL FOX 35) – FOX 35 has learned that the University of Central Florida is spending thousands on a surprising project where video game developers are creating life-size avatars and real life scenarios.
But this is no ordinary game. At a price tag of approximately $434,000, it’s a new concept aimed at helping to teach pre-teen girls how to resist peer pressure when it comes to sex.
“They have an opportunity to interact with the avatars and they’ll earn points for particular social skills that they develop.”
So basically, girls can put on a skin tight black suit and stand in front of infared cameras and act out sexual situations created by two creepy looking grown ups in an effort to teach them… abstinence. Not well educated abstinence. No. This is the classic form of “abstinence in the absence of knowledge.” The kind of fake education that tries to convince girls (and its always girls because we’re weak, dontcha know) that sex is too scary to contemplate.
No biology. No mention of STDS and how to prevent them other than abstinence. Just a girl and her crappy avatar saying NO! and learning that abstinence is a form of treating guys like they are primed to rape.
I’d like the Our Bodies, Our Selves and Scarlettteen gang to come up with a new game. Its called, “Girls, You’re Smart, So Get Educated And Make Choices That Work For You.” But I have a feeling the black body suit won’t be part of it.
My friend Don is fighting (and beating) tongue cancer.
His blog Let’s Radiate Don is hysterically funny and in its infancy.
Some people use experiences to grow and learn and be better people. Some just complain. Some use it to make great art. Some are so annoyed with being cared for that they try and entertain you.
Don is doing all of these things. And he’s funnier than anyone I know.
So if you want to laugh once a day, I can hardly think of a better way than my friend’s cancer blog. Wow, that just rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it?
Turns out this is from Modern Humorist!
These Nigerian scammers are kind of geniuses with the storylines.
From: The officer in charge.
Mr. Eric Cool.
We write to inform you that our security agent discovered One Trunk Box containing a sum of (US$5.5M) from one diplomat who says that the consignment belongs to you but instruction was given to him to convey and divert it to Switzerland.
According to our findings the person that sent him for this mission wanted to claim your fund to his own selfish use. The consignment/fund has been move to our bank pending when you confirm this subject matters, meanwhile the diplomat is still under our custody for further interrogation. You are therefore advice to get back to this office consigning this issue as this will enable us release your fund to you, failure to respond we will not hesitate to release your consignment/fund to the diplomat.
Mr. Eric Cool.
(Head of Department ).