Finished watching Fruitvale Station about 20 minutes ago and I am wowed.
The story was presented with as much humanity as I have ever witnessed in a film. We weren't sold on Oscar's reformation, we were offered his humanness. And has a film ever had such a powerful final scene? Nope, Fruitevale Station wins that prize.
I am hearing more and more tales of seniors in our LGBTQ community, who are in dire straits. I have a few opinions about that.
A generation of people, who broke down barriers, stepped to the front, changed things for our community, are aging and many are without resources. As I listen to the stories, I hear loads of self accusation for not working and plans to get employed to take care of themselves, when frankly, because of age and physical limitations, that is impossible.
GQ takes a look at being GAY in Putin's Russia and it is bad news.
As I read the article, I kept remembering an interview I did with filmmaker Heather Lyn McDonald, who did 2 films about being GAY in Russia: Kitchen Stories USSR and Kiev Blue. Unfortunately, things have not changed for the better since the days McDonald made her films.
Greg Herren's wild tales about Scotty Bradley make me happy.
The alternative lifestyle, meaning a relationship triad, is not rationalized, analyzed by common morals, presented as anything but a loving and complicated family. Scotty and Frank and Colin are who they are and it is wonderful and sexy and complicated but never justified or judged.