18 coming on…18?

I had a birthday recently. Yay, go Aquarius! People always ask if you feel older, but when I turned 18…yeah, I kinda do. 

The answer had always been no. How can the difference of one day make you feel any older, right? However, something was changing like a couple days before I turned. I felt like everywhere around me was talk about age. No matter where I went, someone had brought up the discussion of age through speaking or just my daily reads. A true trap.

Immediately I just ultimately considered it was a sign from the universe. That theory didn’t last long though when I had no idea what the universe was trying to tell me. Then, on the eve of February 12th, I went to bed fairly easily and awoke to a new self.

What was it? Well, I did feel a little taller. I believe possibly a new sense of freedom maybe? Possibly a new sense of responsibility thrown in as well? It was like when I turned 18 I felt like I would be held accountable for more things. Even though I still view myself as a child (because I so am) some of society would expect me at a different level. 

Now, I have the social responsibility to vote. That is like an uber-important thing that I’m ready and scared a little scared for. There are also things I can do on my own now. For example, even though my mom came with me anyway, I got matching tattoos with my brothers without legally needing her permission. She was on board with it from the start, so I never really had to convince her or anything. It’s just the things like that where theoretically I wouldn’t have to ask anyone before doing that I don’t feel I should have been given the power to do. I do not feel like our society should have given me this power already. It’s this new possible double-edged sword of freedom. All my actions have the potential of much bigger consequences. Also, I don’t always get to go play at recess anymore. 

I feel like my mindset has slightly shifted, and I just hope I never lose my inner child in all the ruckus and fussy fuss of responsibility. Going back to something I mentioned earlier I could have possibly (not really) grown taller, but I think it was more of a feeling like I had grown into myself more. I was unlocking a new section of life kind of like it was a game. This goes for you, too, when I say: I’ve gotten this far and gotten through every new step from learning to walk to walking into my first day of school, I guess what’s stopping me or any of us from keeping on? Let’s go 🙂 

 

Hey Inauguration Day!

Change people! It’s here! It’s coming! Are you ready?

The year is taking a wild rampant turn of events that mirror the chaos-ity of 2020 a little too much to me, but we will not talk about it.

I’m sitting here just watching the pre-stuff for the Inauguration day, and I can’t help but keep laughing and crying.

Both because I’m happy, obviously. There are just so many triggers. When the new caster announced the Obamas had showed up. Laugh-Cry. When Joe and Kamala showed up. Laugh-Cry. I’m not a Pisces but I’m crying like one today 

I can’t help but imagine if this is what it feels like seeing history being made. I woke up and just smiled today. The energy is right. My hair was just flawlessly curly- me having nothing to aid it. Everything just seems to be falling into place and going right. 

I feel as though this presidency has opened my eyes to sooo many things I didn’t even realize about the US government. I didn’t know Inauguration Day was a thing honestly, but here I am watching news coverage for all day to come celebrating it. I hope I am not the younger person to see all this and realize what goes on in our own country. I just..

I’m excited to see what’s to come, and I imagine there will be more cheerful tears. Be wild, be free, and be happy because stuff is going down and oh lord.. it’s liberating ♥

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gays in the Film Industry

We need more gay happy endings. I’ll just say it plainly and simply. I was talking to my gal pal about this the other day, which also means today, and we came to a realization. Every gay movie we could think of had the saddest endings. 

What’s up with that? Come on film industry! As being a proud member of the LGBTQIA+ community myself, I find this a pressing issue. Think of the children. What are all closeted or newly uncloseted people to think when they only see the grim outcomes that could plague them. It’s not fair. It’s like if all the straights had to represent them was Titanic or The Notebook. Life would seem like such a drag, and there would be no visual representation (even if fictional) of some better future. Nothing to hope for or aspire to. 

They most always have the same plot or conflict. There’s a girl one of the characters are having to act straight with, or they’re just too afraid to come out of the closet. Yes, these are  very very very serious topics that the community faces. I am in no way trying to undermine these real struggles that exist and need to be represented. Am I in the wrong here?

The film industry has made great strides in having gay and lesbian characters. I mean HEY! I gotta give credit where it’s due! But there’s usually always room to grow. If my writing teacher has taught me anything 😉   *wink wink*

But we need more. We need some nonbinary, we need some asexual, we need some everything else that isn’t gay or lesbian. I mean come on. There is a whole spectrum, yet we usually only see two parts of it. What’s up with that? Not cool. Not right…

I mean, I am a writer so I could write new inclusive stories which I just might do. Until I make it to Hollywood with my stories, I’m looking to all those other writers out there who are closer than I. Write to include all. Don’t be scared of how the public will take it. 

Here’s some recommendations of gay movies to watch by the way…if you have the free time…they may not have the happy endings but they’re pretty good 

Anyways… be wild, be free, and have fun ♥