A photobooth took some pictures of Royfriend and I last week and made it a GIF and emailed it to me! 

A photobooth took some pictures of Royfriend and I last week and made it a GIF and emailed it to me! 

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If anyone has any extra love
Even a heartbeat
Or a touch or two
I wish they wouldn’t waste it on dogs.
Touch Me, The Poetry of Suzanne Somers 

Cast party.

Cast party.


John Oliver’s Carlos Danger dance.

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This is the most touching thing I’ve seen maybe ever. Watch it. It’s so incredible. 

How a 1971 Memo Killed the American Dream

I’m not a political analyst, I’m a storyteller. Recently, in my research about a historical play I’m writing, I have stumbled on some unbelievable stories. 

From what I’ve gleaned, in 1971 an attorney named Lewis Powell wrote a confidential memo about how businesses could defend capitalism from certain cultural trends. Basically, among other things, a very young Ralph Nadar was saying some things about the distribution of wealth that had rich business owners up in arms. 

Powell called for businessmen to band together- okay, doesn’t sound that bad- but he went on to call for “constant surveillance” of TV and textbook content, of the dangers of academia, and basically a top secret plan to screw us, forever. 

There’s always been rich people. Always. And poor people. But the distribution of wealth since the 70’s has totally changed (see figure). Look at that graph. Look at it. 

Nixon appointed Powell to the supreme court. (Lots of great ideas, that one.) Businesses began to pair up with politicians. It changed lobbying. It made way for Reaganomics. IMHO, it seems like the catalyst for tons of really crappy stuff, including that bank crisis HBO explained to me in Too Big to Fail. 

 Here’s my memo to tumblr: Get mad. Get curious. Make stuff. Say stuff. Learn stuff. Don’t worry about it being perfect. Keep your mind open. There’s right and left wing politics, but there’s also right and wrong. Close your eyes. Open them. Look at that graph again. That’s not because businesses are doing awesome, it’s because they rigged the system. My dad has always said “all politicians are crooks.” I’ve always said “‘words can make a real difference.” We’re both right.image

What the hell do I care what these people think? If it’s not on The Simpsons it doesn’t exist and most of the people I meet aren’t on The Simpsons. If I met Alec Baldwin and he made me feel like shit I might be a little hurt, because he was on The Simpsons. What do I care if some producer who worked for Steven Spielberg says something insulting? Who cares? You’re not on The Simpsons, go fuck yourself.
Preach. James Deen on The Haters. 

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Love and Politics.

There are so many negative things on my interwebs today, that I really want to write about something good. Something nice. Something I love. So, in a three part article, here are my thoughts on politics. 

I love politics. I always have. I’ve loved them since I was too young to understand them. I wrote TERRIBLE articles about sanctions when I was 15. I was raised in Texas, by New Yorkers. My parents political beliefs hedge mostly on who’s lying about aliens and my father yelling “They’re all crooks!” Then, I went to Baylor University during the Bush election. Oh geeze oh golly. I was a moderate liberal in the most conservative place I could be majoring in political science. 

Then I moved to New York. I learned to some people- I was conservative. To some people, I was offensive even. There were generalizations I used that were not ok in the liberal lexicon- and I was HORRIFIED to find out I wasn’t politically correct. 

I’m now in California. I’m a Christian, which in my group of friends, is something that is often ridiculed, and I don’t mind at all. (I always tell them I’m their hotline to Jesus so they better be nice to me, but in reality I’m a Universalist so I’m just not - you know- one of THOSE people). I’m also super feminist. And I’m ultra liberal. To me, all these things work together perfectly. I have friends in EVERY section of the spectrum, and here’s what I know for sure: 

It’s awesome that we live in a country that we can believe whatever we want. Those differences are GOOD. Arguing about fiscal politics is GOOD. Disagreements are GOOD. LISTEN to your opponent. You might learn something. However, there is a vast difference in being a conservative, many of which whom are very rational, loving people; and being a hate monger. What I see on my Facebook lately often isn’t about the way a country should be governed- it’s about the difference between inclusivity and exclusivity, between love and fear. And at the end of the day- love’s going to win. The movies are right. The battles will be long. The goal post will keep moving. But love will win. It’s going to beat all this terrible racism, eventually. It’s going to knock through the glass ceiling. It’s going to go out and marry whoever it damn well pleases. It’s going to shine light in the dark corners of our psyches. And if you do love God- loving your neighbor isn’t listed as an option. It’s a straight up YOU BETTER. But what’s not stressed enough is the “as yourself.” Because loving other people, for me at least, is easy. They’re wonderful, interesting, and not me. But the work you have to do EVERY DAY to love yourself is the most important work you can do- and it’s a game changer.