Incase you don't already know, i am a MAJOR Rent-head! I love the play, the movie, the soundtrack, the play-wright...everythign about it! So Imagine if you will, my reaction at finding out that Neil Patrick Harris is bringing it back!! Not only that, but (get this) Vanessa Hudgens (yes the tramp from High School Musical) is playing... MIMI!!!
lol
I knew it would only be a matter of time before she started stripping! hehe
But OMGEE!! I wanna see it soooooo bad! Like, you have NO idea! The show also stars Tracie Thom (from the film version) playing her fabulous Joanne! I haven't the slightest clue how this will turn out, but I trust Harris to give it to me GOOD!!! (umm...i mean... the play... =3)
So the play is running August 6-8 at the Hollywood Bowl... tickets range from $35-$156!
you can get tickets from http://www.hollywoodbowl.com/
~~*kisses*~~
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
LOGO short films
"Doorman"
It's about a Latino doorman of a New York apartment building
That's the only description on the page... put what it doesn't tell you is that it's a film about the constant struggle that he experiences when it comes to his sexuality. You can see how confused he gets and how it affects him on the inside and out. He wants to be with the guy but at the same time, (even though it is never mentioned in the film) he is "straight". Well, that's what I inferred. What is it about?... hard to say, why don't you go watch it yourself?
http://www.logotv.com/video/misc/272226/doorman.jhtml?id=1585642
It's really good because it shows how hard coming to terms can be on a person. The Doorman was absolutely gorgeous! But it was his first time with a man and he didn't know how to act. He got attached whereas the other guy just wanted a hookup... what's your take on it??
It's about a Latino doorman of a New York apartment building
That's the only description on the page... put what it doesn't tell you is that it's a film about the constant struggle that he experiences when it comes to his sexuality. You can see how confused he gets and how it affects him on the inside and out. He wants to be with the guy but at the same time, (even though it is never mentioned in the film) he is "straight". Well, that's what I inferred. What is it about?... hard to say, why don't you go watch it yourself?
http://www.logotv.com/video/misc/272226/doorman.jhtml?id=1585642
It's really good because it shows how hard coming to terms can be on a person. The Doorman was absolutely gorgeous! But it was his first time with a man and he didn't know how to act. He got attached whereas the other guy just wanted a hookup... what's your take on it??
Monday, July 19, 2010
Indigo Child
Image via WikipediaSo I bet you're wondering what exactly the indigo children are.. Indigos are born with innate gifts that include their psychological advancement over their peers and often psychic abilities. We process emotions differently than everyone else and are quick to see through any form manipulation being used against us. We have strong healing abilities (even if we don't know it) and are drawn to the people who need us most.
I personally believe that we were put on this earth to help with the psychological and spiritual evolution of mankind. To really explain it would take forever, but if you want to know more then google it!
I have always been very sensitive and psychic, and up until 3-4 years ago I was afraid to admit it. I've always been prone to premonitions and empathy..those are my gifts. My premonitions have changed the way I view the world and I am so grateful. I can talk about this forever, but how many people actually believe me? How many people will go out on a limb and help me to spread peace, love and prosperity to those around us?
I know I sound like some old ms.cleo hag, but lets look at the big picture. Where do YOU want our world to be in 100 years??
**kisses**
Sunday, July 18, 2010
2:35 AM
Time for more of my famous "spilling"... topic of the day; Love.
I used to tell myself not to fall in love until I'm 24 when my brain is fully developed, but it didn't work out that way. Many people have asked me why I was so depressed the entire first month I came to Palm Desert, CA. I haven't told many people this story, but...here goes.
In October of 2009 I was raped. The only thing is I can't be sure if it's actually considered rape because I set myself up for it. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time with alcohol in my system. I got in his car and it was all downhill from there. I understand that I am partly responsible, but no means no. I hate myself for being in that situation because it has only caused hardship in my life. It was three months later when I finally told my aunt (whom I was living with at the time), and I only told her to justify the fact that I was roaming the city in the middle of the night and hopefully to stop myself from getting in more trouble than I was already in.
See, the reason I was out was because I had been having nightmares about the rape. And every time I had those nightmares I'd turn to alcohol (which my aunt was unaware of). The only other thing that helped was to sit on the river walk of downtown Detroit and cry. So I did. And when i tried to explain that to her, she went ballistic...so I left.
But the reason I'm writing is love. throughout all of this there was one person who really kept me sane. We had been dating on and off for about a year and a half and, for lack of a better phrase, I was hooked. I was hooked on him and I couldn't stay away. Once I started falling in love with him I left him for someone else to try and make the feelings go away...but they didn't. And I went back, because I knew that if I didn't I'd die inside. That's what it felt like being away from him.
Whenever something went wrong I knew I could trust him to love me through it, and to hold me until I was lost in his arms and nothing else on earth mattered.
I remember the day I left like it was yesterday. 1/24/10. We spent the whole day together and in our final moments we held each other like the world depended on our closeness. I knew in my heart that in a matter of hours I would be thousands of miles away from my heart, and I hated myself for it. If only I wasn't drinking that night...then I would never have been where I was and that guy would never have had his way with me and I would never have gotten in trouble for being out so late and I wouldn't have chosen to come back to California to be with my mother. It was my only option. And it killed me inside.
Coming to Cali was hell for me. the entire plane ride all I could think about was how much further from him I was getting. People have told me that it was only infatuation...childish infatuation...but I felt it myself. I feel it myself, and it is as real as anything has ever been. I wish it weren't sometimes, but it is.
The whole first month that I was here I cried atleast 5-6 times a day, then I cried myself to sleep. It literally hurt to be away from him. I was sick for a long time and honestly just wanted to die.
It's been almost 6 months and I still feel the same for him. I was in a good relationship for a while, but it was nothing close to what we had. I'm afraid to open my heart for anyone because I'm afraid that if I open it even a little, he'll fly out and I'll lose him forever.
The thing that scares me the most is that I have no clue if he still feels the same way about me. He says he does, but maybe I'm in this a little too deep. It hurts, and I'm doing everything I can not to give up on everything. I will NOT lose everything I worked so hard to get for a lost love...
I've loved, I've lost...now what??
3:08 AM
**kisses**
I used to tell myself not to fall in love until I'm 24 when my brain is fully developed, but it didn't work out that way. Many people have asked me why I was so depressed the entire first month I came to Palm Desert, CA. I haven't told many people this story, but...here goes.
In October of 2009 I was raped. The only thing is I can't be sure if it's actually considered rape because I set myself up for it. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time with alcohol in my system. I got in his car and it was all downhill from there. I understand that I am partly responsible, but no means no. I hate myself for being in that situation because it has only caused hardship in my life. It was three months later when I finally told my aunt (whom I was living with at the time), and I only told her to justify the fact that I was roaming the city in the middle of the night and hopefully to stop myself from getting in more trouble than I was already in.
See, the reason I was out was because I had been having nightmares about the rape. And every time I had those nightmares I'd turn to alcohol (which my aunt was unaware of). The only other thing that helped was to sit on the river walk of downtown Detroit and cry. So I did. And when i tried to explain that to her, she went ballistic...so I left.
But the reason I'm writing is love. throughout all of this there was one person who really kept me sane. We had been dating on and off for about a year and a half and, for lack of a better phrase, I was hooked. I was hooked on him and I couldn't stay away. Once I started falling in love with him I left him for someone else to try and make the feelings go away...but they didn't. And I went back, because I knew that if I didn't I'd die inside. That's what it felt like being away from him.
Whenever something went wrong I knew I could trust him to love me through it, and to hold me until I was lost in his arms and nothing else on earth mattered.
I remember the day I left like it was yesterday. 1/24/10. We spent the whole day together and in our final moments we held each other like the world depended on our closeness. I knew in my heart that in a matter of hours I would be thousands of miles away from my heart, and I hated myself for it. If only I wasn't drinking that night...then I would never have been where I was and that guy would never have had his way with me and I would never have gotten in trouble for being out so late and I wouldn't have chosen to come back to California to be with my mother. It was my only option. And it killed me inside.
Coming to Cali was hell for me. the entire plane ride all I could think about was how much further from him I was getting. People have told me that it was only infatuation...childish infatuation...but I felt it myself. I feel it myself, and it is as real as anything has ever been. I wish it weren't sometimes, but it is.
The whole first month that I was here I cried atleast 5-6 times a day, then I cried myself to sleep. It literally hurt to be away from him. I was sick for a long time and honestly just wanted to die.
It's been almost 6 months and I still feel the same for him. I was in a good relationship for a while, but it was nothing close to what we had. I'm afraid to open my heart for anyone because I'm afraid that if I open it even a little, he'll fly out and I'll lose him forever.
The thing that scares me the most is that I have no clue if he still feels the same way about me. He says he does, but maybe I'm in this a little too deep. It hurts, and I'm doing everything I can not to give up on everything. I will NOT lose everything I worked so hard to get for a lost love...
I've loved, I've lost...now what??
3:08 AM
**kisses**
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Giddyup!!
Image by Dainis Matisons via FlickrThroughout my life, I've had to overcome so much that it has caused so much stress in my life. Gay bashers, racists and every other closed-minded, judgmental, hypocritical butt head. But I have overcome. And it has made me a stronger person.
My grandpa was also very influential in my decision to live a cruelty-free life. Seeing and feeding those horses made a huge impact on my life, and it saddened me to see how some of them were treated. So thank you grandpa for everything. You are truly an amazing person!!
**kisses**
Friday, July 16, 2010
Who am I?
So since I am new to this thing, there's alot that I still have to learn about blogging. And I have just come to realize that I suck at it! lol
I came back to the library to blog some more because I was pissed at my family, but I can't do it (go figure)...why am I such a nice person?? Or do I just try to seem like a nice person? That's what confuses me. I am such an attention horder that there was a time when I would say/do just about anything to get people to like me. Have I changed? Or am I still the same attention seeking drama queen that I've always been? I've told so many lies in my past that I started to believe them myself. And now I'm stuck picking up the broken pieces of my past trying so hard to put them back together.
All those lies have made me into an entirely different person than I wsas three years ago, which one is the real me? Why is it so hard to find out who I really am? Behind all the facade's and deceitfulness (did I spell that right?), behind every person I've become to please others, who. am. I?
I've asked myself that question so many times, and it's hard to really know for sure. I'm trying to just be true to myself and to those who surround me, but what else can I do? ... IDK...
I guess I'm done spilling for now... until next time <3
**kisses**
I came back to the library to blog some more because I was pissed at my family, but I can't do it (go figure)...why am I such a nice person?? Or do I just try to seem like a nice person? That's what confuses me. I am such an attention horder that there was a time when I would say/do just about anything to get people to like me. Have I changed? Or am I still the same attention seeking drama queen that I've always been? I've told so many lies in my past that I started to believe them myself. And now I'm stuck picking up the broken pieces of my past trying so hard to put them back together.
All those lies have made me into an entirely different person than I wsas three years ago, which one is the real me? Why is it so hard to find out who I really am? Behind all the facade's and deceitfulness (did I spell that right?), behind every person I've become to please others, who. am. I?
I've asked myself that question so many times, and it's hard to really know for sure. I'm trying to just be true to myself and to those who surround me, but what else can I do? ... IDK...
I guess I'm done spilling for now... until next time <3
**kisses**
Thursday, July 15, 2010
the beginning
I am currently at the library thinking about how totally random this blog is. Unfortunately it isn't to showcase my master writing abilities... they do not exist. Nor is it to keep you updated on a project I'm working on like in Julie&Julia (I can't stick to anything for too long). It's a totally random and quite strange blog about my life.
I'm not even sure if anyone will ever read this. It's just good to get everything out of my system and be open and honest with the world. Now of course I've considered the possibility that all of my personal information could end up in the wrong hands...but I have nothing to hide. So pick and probe all you want :D
So I guess I'll just start at the beginning.
All my life I've known I was different from all of the other guys my age. When they'd talk about sports, girls and more sports, I thought about cooking, guys, and theatre. I mean, I didn't think anything was wrong with it at the time, I just knew it was different.
In the third grade i started "experimenting" with some of the boys in my class. We'd all ask to go to the restroom and once inside we'd touch and kiss, not having the slightest idea what we were doing! It was fun, but after we got caught by other boys in our class it was over. Not to mention embarrassing.
That was when I knew I liked boys. third grade, can you believe it? And I still have people say "you're only a teenager, you don't know what you like" lmao.
So was there an incident that specifically made me gay? No. I wasn't raised by all girls, I didn't play with dolls (alot), and at that point in my life I hadn't been sexually abused by anyone. So people don't "turn" gay...just to get that settled.
**kisses**
I'm not even sure if anyone will ever read this. It's just good to get everything out of my system and be open and honest with the world. Now of course I've considered the possibility that all of my personal information could end up in the wrong hands...but I have nothing to hide. So pick and probe all you want :D
So I guess I'll just start at the beginning.
All my life I've known I was different from all of the other guys my age. When they'd talk about sports, girls and more sports, I thought about cooking, guys, and theatre. I mean, I didn't think anything was wrong with it at the time, I just knew it was different.
In the third grade i started "experimenting" with some of the boys in my class. We'd all ask to go to the restroom and once inside we'd touch and kiss, not having the slightest idea what we were doing! It was fun, but after we got caught by other boys in our class it was over. Not to mention embarrassing.
That was when I knew I liked boys. third grade, can you believe it? And I still have people say "you're only a teenager, you don't know what you like" lmao.
So was there an incident that specifically made me gay? No. I wasn't raised by all girls, I didn't play with dolls (alot), and at that point in my life I hadn't been sexually abused by anyone. So people don't "turn" gay...just to get that settled.
**kisses**
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