Mish-Mash p2

Mish-Mash p2

I saw this photo in London and obviously stopped in the middle of the sidewalk like an obnoxious tourist to snap a photo. Why? because at heart I’m really an 11 year old boy.

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I took this photo in Porto, Portgual. Specifically the Duoro Valley which is know for it’s wine. A little fun fact about Porto wine, it’s strong AF. Don’t ask me the exact alcohol content because as you can see from this photo many of the glasses are empty and I don’t remember what the vineyard owners told us. Plus their accents were so cute I wasn’t really paying attention anyways. I’m posting this for several reasons, but the main on being that I’m so proud of how good it looks! Right? I bought this new camera for my travels a Sony I think and I’ve been messing with the settings and focus ever since I got it and this photo is a great example of when I finally got it right. I think it looks super cool, with the blurry background (super artsy), empty wine glasses (shows that I’m super fun, no?) and the cut off figures in the background (yes I have friends). Anyways, I’ll definitely be making prints and hanging them on my wall.

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This next photo is of some super cool street art in Morocco. Not to be super indie but who knew Morocco had street art? It was super interesting going here because of course, the media gives you so many ideas about what Africa is like, impoverished, dirty, smelly, super hot, rundown, 3rd world. But let me tell you, this is not the case and if you ever get a chance to go, do it. 

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Coming home for the Holidays…

Coming home for the Holidays…

Why does everyone always talk about hating coming home for the holidays? I’ve struggled with this question for years and never really discovered my personal reasons for it until now. Before I go into a complete family history let me clarify what I mean by home. I definitely don’t mean my parents’ house, because that is something I absolutely adore.  Sleeping in my old bed, playing with my dog, having my mom cook all my favorite foods. Home for me means Alachua, Florida. It means coming down to spend time with all my extended family, aunts, uncles, great aunts and uncles, cousins baby mommas and all. That is something I dread.

Do I get the typical “why are you still single questions?” of course I do – and as someone who was recently fucked over by the fuckboi supreme of all fuckboys trust me I’m constantly dodging certain family members just so I can avoid all man discussions. For me it’s not what’s said but what’s unsaid that bothers me. My family is one of those “we were raised going to church 4 out of the 7 days of the week families, and not just normal church but that deep south type of church families” and two generations later it still shows. Sex before marriage, drinking, dancing, cursing, drug use of any kind, gay marriage, abortions you name it it’s off topic. But the one thing my family likes to do that particularly bothers me is the a la carte approach they like to take on when it comes to these religious beliefs and values.

Let me explain – As someone who is a single lady of the New York streets, I enjoy a good time and I can with 100% certainty say that my family would not approve of over 90% of the things that I do in my free time – drinking, men, my dress, my language, it would all be frowned upon and is not to be discussed or bought up around these family members. However deplorable they might think my behavior might be it has nothing on what some of my cousins do. Multiple children out of wedlock, absentee fathers and mothers, abuse, neglect (I can go on) these are things that are not only running rampant in my family but dare I say accepted?

 

Drinking around my family? – a huge no

Bringing around your 3 kids and multiple baby mommas? – yes of course!

Wearing a skirt above my knees – I would never hear the end of my grandmothers ranting

Two children living with her that have basically been abandoned by their mother – Not a single eyelash is batted.

 

The fact that I can be openly shamed for drinking and cursing around my family while there is a myriad of abuse and neglect victims sitting around the table that we won’t dare speak about is absurd to me because on holds no flame to the other. Me having a glass of wine with my Thanksgiving dinner vs. my cousin sitting next to me who doesn’t acknowledge or take care of his 3 kids out of wedlock are not even comparable.

The fact that we hold one so highly above the other is something that drives me crazy. Granted not everyone wants to discuss their abuse in front of their family members and is a personal choice, but don’t you dare shake your finger at me when I decide to throw back a few shots of whiskey before dinner because it hurts my hurt to sit around the dinner table looking at my family which contains 3 generations of sexual abuse victims that we have never to this day have spoken about. It physically angers me that we treat our men and our women so different, watching all the men sit around as their wives fix their plates, or the way my uncles grill the girls in my family about their love life while their sons are chasing after their multiple children whose mothers are nowhere to be found. Don’t you dare ask me about what I can and can’t cook while you’re sitting there with your grandson who hasn’t seen his mom in years because she’s hopped up on drugs. How about instead of focusing on my is or isn’t in my cup you focus on the real issues at hand. For some prayer is the answer, for other it’s alcohol and for me it just happens to be both.

The eternal struggle

The eternal struggle

I just had lunch with a co-worker of mine and were talking about our lives. I’m about to shoot a web series with an old stella adler friend and she  regularly shoot a series of great videos called 3 in 30 and we were both complaining. I never feel like traveling to GLENDALE FUCKING QUEENS FOR REHEARSAL WHICH IS LITERALLY AN HOUR AWAY FROM MY APARTMENT.

She has trouble often coming up with topics and was asked to do her 3 in 30’s on a radio show and didn’t want to commit to the once a week it would take, but we’re both ready for change.

Is this what people talk about when they don’t want to put in the work? would we rather sit at home applying for acting jobs and dreaming about making it big then when the time comes for the work, not put it in? It’s a very interesting concept and makes you think if more people just got off their asses and did shit maybe we would be more successful as a whole?

Another example, I write for 20some which requires me to just sit and be creative. Maybe move my fingers a little bit? so why do I always act like it’s such a burden. Writing and acting is what I want to do, I would like it to be my job!

Oh wait, maybe that’s why it’s a burden. I dunno.

 

oh dear.

Wednesday Thoughts

Wednesday Thoughts

  1. Why is it only Wednesday
  2. I shouldn’t have eaten those tacos for lunch
  3. Why do I have so much work to do?
  4. Why on the days when it’s raining does the L train decide to not run?
  5. It was amazing that despite the L train not running and the bus being crowded I was only 5 minutes late to work
  6. Where are all my co-workers?
  7. Why is my office so cold?
  8. Where is the sun?
  9. What documentary should I watch after work today
  10. I should stop neglecting my blog so much