A Letter to an Old Soul

Ok, I wrote a similar note a few blogs back: A Letter to a Young Soul.

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Here's another one, still about the dirty word we all love to hate. The FORCE we try to fight, avoid and dismiss as too overrated, overused, abused, weaponized with high grade plutonium that will scare Israel into World War 3: love, luv, lurv, my dripping, sappy heart. Ick.

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But beyond all the poetry of that magical fantasy that everyone hopes for: To love and be loved in return---cue Moulin Rouge theme---I have not really met anybody who is immune to this kind of sea sickness, me included.

Heat Seeking Missiles

I wish our LGBTQ indie films show the quieter side, often private lives of those outside the "norm". You know, less of the those exploitation-redemption-poverty-violence porn that have become staples. Very predictable. They don't have to be so loud and over the top dramatic. Just simple, excellent storytelling and insightful films.


It's about time.

Here's one. Nobody gets killed or slapped. Oh, and no sexy scenes by fresh, good looking meat (discoveries from Manila's underbelly) hoping to get a crack at the industry, but who have to pay their dues by baring and taking on risque under the sheets.

Caspian Revelations

"Harry," said Basil Hallward, looking him straight in the face, "every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself. The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown in it the secret of my own soul."
---from "The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde

I wonder what this picture tells of us.... Gee, is this Ben Barnes!? He's become a twink! 


So this is where he dipped his thespic chops---Oscar Wilde, no less. The work for which Wilde was imprisoned for “committing acts of gross indecency with certain male persons.” ( New Yorker)