I’ve had kinda a weird few weeks and i kinda want to share it with anybody who’ll care.

last week I was shooting with my film 1 group: Justin, James, Jack, Sage, and Tom. Justin is a cool guy and our director for this shoot, Jack is our outsourced talent & Justin’s cousin, and Tom is a 72 year old man. James and Sage, while wonderful people, are not inherently important to the story at hand.  

So we just finished the martini shot after shooting for like 6 hours and Justin goes and hugs Jack. Now Justin & Jack are very close so their hug lasts longer than the typical hug shared between two platonic/hetrosexual men. Tom is unaware of the fact that they are 1. cousins and 2. very close, and interjects mid hug saying along the lines of, “alright that’s enough.” To which I reply in what i thought was a joking manner, “do you have a problem with that?”. He shuts up and so I assume everything is fine.

Then later at lunch Tom brings up the whole “do you have a problem with that” situation. he say something in the vain of “I know that the younger generation has different beliefs. and even though we have different beliefs you need to respect my beliefs” ok fine. fucking whatever. I don’t need this drama.     

Later the next week we showed are shitty film 1 projects and ours was less shitty than the others in our class but still shitty. 

The next day I get an email from my professor that literally just says “Call me”  so internally I’m like oh fuck what did i do, which is how i react to most situations. Now from these first few weeks of class my professor has run the class like a drill sergeant. He is balls to the wall serious about about the class and the film program at [redacted] college. That said, I’m a little nervous about this email I had just received. 

I call professor and find out that Tom want to change groups. my professor asks if anything happened during the shoot. I proceed to tell him the same story I’ve told you. “oh shit” my professor replies, “We are definitely getting him out of your group. I have a lot of tolerance for a lot of things, but I have none for this kind of shit… If anyone bothers you like this ever again, come straight to me.” 

Ok so now my professor thinks I’m gay so that’s not exactly ideal. It’s also not exactly untrue because I am just ever so slightly Bi and this whole situation has forced me to more open about it. For anyone who knows me IRL you know that I say stupid insensitive shit for the sake of comedy but now i feel that I need to be some sort of paragon of social justice. 

And then kinda dawns on me that I should probably be outraged at Tom and I should’ve blew up in Tom’s face back at lunch. If you are so goddamn homophobic that  you cannot see two men hugging for anything other than gross you need to fucking  get over yourself. 

So all this anger and frustration is marinating in my brain when something happens. The very next day my great aunt is murdered by her son. we weren’t close in any sense, but she really meant a lot to my Mom. it really fucked my Mom up; which in turn kinda fucked me up. Now my mom’s flying back east to deal with the funeral and stuff. 

I really wanted to reconnect with people this week but I felt it would be too much on top of this emotional shit storm that has just ran through my silly sad little life. I don’t know why i’m writing this.




i found my new wardrobe

i need henry the eighth to reside over my crotch like some fucked up guardian who will behead or divorce all who dare try and pass him

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what a beautiful day to not be in high school

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my friend in japan found a really cool book

japan is more knowledgable about our curse words than you or i ever suspected

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another set of commissioned dragon hoards ! the cat hoarder and the kitten hoarder are best friends and sometimes let their charges meet for playdates 

(part one) (part two)

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after the feminist apocalypse, all clothing in stores will be grouped by “pockets” and “no pockets”



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