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How Brady got his groove back…financially!

Hello everybody!

Today’s topic will not be about anything LGBTQIA. The only thing relating to the subject is the person this is about. Me. My apologies if this disappoints you.

This week, I did something that ended a chapter of my life that I have been struggling with for many years…I paid off my student loans. As excited and satisfied as I am to put such a damaging experience behind me, I wanted to take a moment and briefly stroll down memory lane and explain to you why this has been an experience that I will never want to endure again.

I was a senior in high school and still needed to solidify a path that I wanted to take with my life. I grew up in a generation where our educators and elders had drilled it into our heads that “If you don’t go to college, you will not be successful,” or “You will end up flipping burgers for the rest of your life if you don’t go to college!”. Falling into the pressures of society, and for personal accomplishment, I was dedicated to getting a college degree. I struggled with the idea of either writing, teaching, or fashion design. After many sleepless nights, I went with my heart and decided to go for fashion design. The next step after that was to figure out where I was going to go. Growing up in a small town that, at the time, did not embrace a slightly feminine and creative person like me. I’m not going to go into full details of the torment I experienced since that is not the topic’s focus. But, I wanted to get as far away as I could. However, I am very close to my mother and siblings; I couldn’t leave them behind and go to another side of the country. I didn’t think that it would be a healthy transition for them or myself. I decided to go to school at a university that was roughly three and a half hours away. Being far away from my hometown to start fresh, but close enough to come home if I’m needed or if I needed them.

I had a great first year of school, especially since this was the year I finally came out of the closet and chose to live my fullest life as my authentic self. I was enjoying my classes and met some fantastic people that I valued deeply. But, of course, with every experience comes the fine print of the contract. That, I’m talking about student loans. Being an out of state student that was minutes from the border in a state that didn’t offer reciprocity, I was responsible for paying roughly $30,000 in tuition and costs.

Luckily(to some extent), I had work-study that paid for a decent chunk of the costs where I worked at a bowling alley on campus, which was tons of fun! I also had over half of my tuition covered by grants. I still had my fair share of federal student loans though. One loan that I had that was my demise was a parent PLUS loan that my mother had to sign for me to finish off my costs. My mom signed the first year of the loans, which I believe equaled to about $4,000. I’m not sure of the charges since it was the first loan that I decided to pay off many years ago. My mom was apprehensive to sign the loan, to begin with, with her credit being affected and unable to make payments while I was in school. She ended up signing for it to help cover the remainder of my costs.

In the second year of college, I was eager to get back. I dealt with a traumatizing summer living back in my hometown where, long story short, I was treated even worse than I ever had been as an out gay person. I packed all of my belongings and canceled my dorm contract for the year, and just signed a lease with a friend for an apartment so that I could stay yearly. My sophomore year was not the best year for me. I had more challenging classes that I managed to pass by the skin of my teeth. I was sick the entire first semester and was burned out and stressed trying to figure out how to adapt to a fully responsible life in renting an apartment for the first time. By the time it was a couple of weeks before finals, I had noticed that I was still short $8,000 on my tuition bill. Being too distracted with my semester of 21 credits and working while sick, I didn’t realize it. I looked up the loan issue and found out that my mother didn’t want to sign for another year of student loans, especially with an amount that practically doubled in cost for one semester alone. After discussing with her, she didn’t feel comfortable adding that amount of debt to her credit and wanted to stop signing the loan and adding more money to her debt.

Am I upset? Not in the least. I understand that loans are a huge undertaking, and trusting in somebody else to pay them off for you would make me apprehensive. If the shoe was on the other foot, I would have the same reservations. To this date, I never held that against my mother.

Unfortunately, I had two weeks to find somebody to cosign this loan. Of course, nobody wanted to. I also didn’t know the other options at the time, being only nineteen and not aware of the financial end of college. Due to the inability to fund my spring semester, I had no other choice but to drop out of college and move back to my hometown.

I was devastated that my educational journey was pulled away from me. I come from a humble, blue-collared family, where we work very hard for everything. I busted my butt in college and was even on track to graduate a year early. Some classmates took their experience for granted and partied the entire time, and didn’t care about failing classes since their parents were paying for it. With my frustration towards myself and these ungrateful people I knew, I fell into a deep depression. I became irresponsible with saving the money I earned working a minimum wage job at the place I worked at in high school. I wasn’t paying my bills and eventually started couch surfing until I moved back to my college town since there were more employment options, and I knew the area well. I also didn’t want to deal with daily ridicule from the closed minded comments I heard every day. Yes, you read that right…I moved from my hometown to my college town three times! I knew it was a crazy idea, but it was the only shot I had at the time.

I lived in my college town for an additional three years. I worked more minimum wage jobs in foodservice and retail while couch surfing for the first year until I had my own apartment with a friend. Through that experience, I met some fantastic people in my jobs that I still consider as family. I didn’t have a car or a driver’s license, so I spent all but a week or two with these people. I couldn’t make it home for the holidays, so I spent it with them. I felt like I had the social experience that I couldn’t allow myself to have in college. I would party and have a good time with people who fully embraced me as who I am. Unfortunately, there was a price for this.

As much fun as I had with my friends, my depression dug me deeper into a point of no return. Partying turned into excessive drug usage and drinking. I also was receiving threatening phone calls multiple times a day from debt collectors, where they yelled and threatened me, even at work. On top of it, I was still not paying a dime on my loans. I would only send the bare minimum to my mother on her loan if I had any leftovers from my habits on my minimum wage salary. I also wasn’t paying my rent on time and relied on the kindness of others to carry me through the expenses. Long story short, my drug habits got me into deep trouble. I ended up eventually homeless, to the point where I slept in a park for a couple of days. Let me tell you, nothing is more diminishing than sleeping in a slide to protect yourself from the cold rain.

Eventually, I saw myself for who I was—a leech. Feeling ashamed for the habits that I allowed myself to integrate into my life, I decided to move back home. My mom picked me up and moved me back. At this point, I had very little to my name and was physically emaciated from eating little and sleeping minimally. I only stayed with her for a short period to rest and eat up before moving to a bigger town conveniently closer to family, but had options for employment. I chose to move out of home quickly to prove to myself that I could do this, this time without roommates or friends to carry me. I needed the redemption in knowing that I could be the responsible person I was before I allowed myself to become complacent and develop horrible habits. I worked in retail, sometimes even a second job, finally started chipping away at my mom’s loan, eventually paying it off within two or so years. I was glad to pay her loan off and no longer burden her with my debt that I was irresponsible with managing. Shortly after, I received a final notice in the mail. My $8,000 that was supposed to be signed by my mom was turned into unpaid tuition that eventually went into collections, and over the past six years with interest has grown into $15,000. Not knowing my rights as a borrower and still allowing them to take advantage of me, I made arrangements for a payment plan. It was a ridiculously high amount, but at this time, I was living with my husband, and I didn’t feel like I was alone with the bills. I also found a better job that paid much more and it wasn’t in retail. I also enlisted the help of a credit counselor who assisted with breaking down finances and my rights as a borrower, so I knew what the debt collectors could and couldn’t get away with. I was able to be knowledgeable with how they can talk to me, and stopped them from the harassment once and for all. I paid the minimum amount and saved every penny, paying off that debt off within two years. I celebrated that victory by getting our cat. That celebration was short-lived since I had received yet, another notice about all of the other loans that I had taken out that I haven’t even started paying. It was another $11,000. Luckily, with my taxes being garnished for the past nine years, I had it whittled down to $7,000. I worked hard at paying that amount off next.

And that’s where I stand here today!

The reason why I wanted to bring this topic up is for a few reasons. Yes, it’s a harsh burden on everybody when they take out loans. These loans almost killed me at some point. As much as I take full responsibility for my actions with my addictions, I think my journey wouldn’t have spiraled as far out of control with them threatening me every day. I have been off drugs for many years and haven’t had a drop of alcohol for two years, so to finally detoxify the one thing from my twenties held me back is a very gratifying experience.

I also want to express gratitude for everybody who has put up with my irresponsible self. In particular, my mom is one hell of a lady for tolerating my moving as I struggled and my neglect for paying her loan off. The one thing that I appreciate in my mom and something that most parents should have is the ability to love their child unconditionally, no matter how much she may have not agreed with my decisions. Not only did she do that, but she motivated me to be better. She didn’t hold my hand and enable my habits. She was tough when she needed to be and supportive when she had to. It was a perfect balance so that I didn’t take advantage of her, and she didn’t leave me completely in the dark. She didn’t have to be supportive…she chose it. And, for that, I am forever thankful. We may disagree on certain aspects of life, and we may argue. But by the end of the day, I love and value the qualities she expressed during my dark times. I am also grateful for my husband, who believed in me through this process even when I didn’t believe in myself at times.

I also want to send a message to any kids that are reading this and are considering college. Even if you want to pack up and get away to a faraway place, weigh out your financial options. Go to a community college to cheapen your bills and not take out an arm and a leg for your general education credits, and THEN transfer to where you want to go and pay the big bucks for the credits toward your major. Also, if you don’t know what you want to do with your life, don’t go to college right away then! The cost of college has sky rocketed even since I went to college twelve years ago. Don’t waste your money on something that your heart is not fully invested in. I also support the idea of going to college later in life. You have some time to find yourself and figure out what you want to do, and financially you are more aware of the risks of failing a class. Thus, taking college more seriously. You are also more knowledge in reading the fine print of student loans, instead of blindly signing the contract at eighteen not knowing a damn thing about it. Also, don’t listen to society’s standards for advancing your education. Only do it if you want to or if the career path you want requires it.

If you are struggling with your finances, just know that there will be a day that the misery will end. Your hard work will pay off if you work hard and believe that you can do it. I’m not saying that it will be easy. It will be worth it when you look back and realize that you just climbed one of the biggest and most challenging mountains of your life! Don’t be overwhelmed like I was and neglect it either. It will only make you fall into a deeper hole that will only be a worse situation to overcome.

I am very proud of the journey that I took that got me here. Based on my story that you just read, you would assume that I would have regrets…but I don’t. I wouldn’t be as wise as I am and as resilient as I have become without these extremely tough moments. It really does take for somebody to hit rock bottom to motivate them to become the best version of themselves. Losing everything makes you know how far you’ve come and where you never want to end up again. Just remember that in most challenges you face in your life, you are your own problem…and your solution.

Movie Beatdown-Happy Death Day

This is a new section of the blog that will be Movie beatdown! We will talk all things with horror movies and television. We will cover everything from slashers to slayers. Beheadings to bitches…I’ll talk about all of it!

This breakdown is “Happy Death Day”. Now, the purpose of the beatdown is to dissect these movies, so if you don’t want the movie spoiled…don’t read the content below. This breakdown is like Wikipedia…just with more pee. You have been warned! If you don’t have time to watch the movie and would like a quick synopsis, then keep reading and let me tell you all about this movie from my gay eyes. It’s like a synop-sis!

Happy Death Day is a 2017 American black comedy slasher film directed by Christopher Landon, and written by Scott Lobdell. It stars Jessica Rothe and Israel Broussard. The film was produced by Jason Blum through his Blumhouse Productions banner, in association with Digital Riot Media and Vesuvius Productions. It follows a college student who is murdered on her birthday and begins reliving the day repeatedly, at which point she sets out to find the killer and stop her death.

Without further ado…let’s get to the beatdown!

After a night of drunken partying, university student Theresa “Tree” Gelbman wakes up on her birthday in the dorm room of classmate Carter Davis. What kind of a nickname is Tree? I think that it is the weirdest nickname for anybody to allow themselves to be called (no offense to anybody who uses that name. I’m sure you are lovely people!). Tree is played by Jessica Rothe. She ignores a phone call from her father and dismisses Carter, whose dorm room she wakes up in before returning to her house.

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She gets halted by his roommate on the way out of Carter’s dorm, and then a global warming tree hugger who is trying to get signatures on her petition, a group of douchey fraternity boys and a couple getting interrupted by a sprinkler system. She runs into a muscle jock named Tim, who questioned why he never called her after their date. Another giggle moment, because she calls him out for taking her to Subway and uses the lack of a footlong reference to her bad time. Now, not to be weird, but to be weird…I would LOVE to go to Subway for a date. BMT please! Extra MEAT! She makes it back to the house, stopped by the house lead, Danielle, which by the way, is hilarious with her witty sass and over the top sorority stereotype portrayal. Her sorority housemate Lori Spengler, who she treats like doodoo gives her a cupcake, which she throws away. She meets up with the sisters later to discuss their weekly notes. Danielle steals the scene again with harassing one of the average sized sisters eating a full meal. “What is breakfast?!” is one of the funniest lines in the movie!

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I’m sure her normal diet consisted of cotton balls and water. Tree meets with her married professor, Gregory Butler, with whom she is having an affair…lucky! He is such a drool! Their affair was quickly interrupted by his wife who appears to have a hunch about their canoodling. That night, on her way to a party, Tree is lured into a tunnel and murdered by a figure wearing a mask of the school mascot of a baby face. Now, what kind of money robbing educational establishment uses a baby as a mascot?! WTF?! At least be a toddler! They have the excuse of terrible twos!

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Tree immediately wakes up back in Carter’s bed and is unnerved to find the previous day’s events repeating themselves. She goes through the day feeling deja vu from every encounter that happened in the previous day. Baffled, and worried about any sort of repetition to occur, she avoids the tunnel and reaching the party later that evening. What kind of sisters let somebody walk to a party alone? Bitches! Not friends to me! She makes it to the party and gets startled by a man in the baby mask and punches him in terror, soon to find out that it was a surprise party for her birthday. Feeling awkward, Danielle breaks the silence and starts the party. “Don’t mess with a Kappa bitch!”…I freakin’ love this girl! I want to party with her!

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Later at the party, Tree is lured into the bedroom of a creep to make the evening more fun. This room is stereotypical douchebag dorm room that he refers to ‘the pleasure dome’. Horrible! Black and lava lights with disco balls and heavy bass music. How do you even sleep in this room? Oh, that’s right…roofies! Since he got them! The masked killer follows her and kills the guy while her back is turned and eventually attacks Tree. She struggles before being interrupted by a drunken frat brother. Of course, the brother ignores Tree’s cry for help and cheers on what appeared to be a hookup…totally typical frat move to encourage rape! Gross! The killer murders her again with a broken bong. Tree again wakes up in Carter’s bed, realizes she is in a time loop, being weirded out by the same repetition of the past two days’ events. She is frazzled getting home and tries to tell her roommate about reliving the same events. Lori, naturally doesn’t believe her. She probably wants to have what Tree is having…I know I do! Tree decides to skip out on the party barricades herself in her room to avoid death. She has a sad moment looking at an old picture of her deceased mother, before sitting back and avoiding her upcoming death. She finds a birthday card with the baby face inside (again, who is making all of this baby face memorabilia?!). She has a feeling that she is not alone. Eventually, the killer was revealed to be hiding inside the entire time, murders her a third time by stabbing her as she tried to escape through her barricade.

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Back in Carter’s bed, Tree awakens yet again screaming. I’m sure Carter was glad that she didn’t hookup with her crazy ass! She panics as she runs back home frantically, once again reliving the same events from the past days, and eventually gets calmed down by Carter. She tells him her experiences and he is dumbstruck. “Would you please stop looking at me like I took a dump on your mom’s head!” is how she responds. LOL! That line is what I tell people all the time when they look at me weird…believe it or not! Tree convinces him of her predicament by demonstrating her knowledge of the day’s events. Tree admits to harboring tremendous self-loathing, particularly from pushing away her father after the death of her mother three years ago. She breaks down the possible suspects of Danielle, Tim, and multiple people that she has disrespected over the years…including a girl at TJMaxx that she got fired and an Uber driver she spit on…LOL! Carter also admits to Tree that they never hooked up causing a warm and fuzzy! Awww. They create the plan to continue to die as she narrows down the suspects to follow them with each cycle. She discovered that Tim is gay as she witnesses him enjoying some gay porn. Now, I really AM craving Subway! She dies as she feels happy for him. She follows Stephanie, knowing that she was innocent, and not present before being drowned by the killer. The next day, she finds a birthday card in Danielle’s bag as they walk and fights her before they both get ran over by a bus. At this point she says, “screw it!” and does whatever she wants and walks naked through campus…I would too! After another death with a baseball bat to the head, she awakens not feeling like anything is getting accomplished and starts to feel the physical effects of her deaths and passes out.

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She awakens in a hospital to find out from Dr. Gregory Butler that she has inflicted injuries that should’ve killed her. Tree realizes out that the days may reset with every death, but the physical trauma has not. Tree finds a way to escape by convincing doctor hot stuff to get her a soda. Personally, I would’ve asked for more than that! She rummages through his office to find keys to escape and stumbles upon the baby mask in his desk. Role playing, maybe? Eventually, the babyface killer (I can’t believe I am calling him that!) kills Greg, eliminating him as a suspect, and chases Tree to the parking garage as she tries to find his car to escape. She eventually drives away from the killer, feeling accomplished that she survived her timely death. She soon gets pulled over by police, telling them that she is drunk and, on every drug imaginable in order for her to taken into custody and safely taken away from babyface. She gets escorted into the vehicle and before the officer goes inside, the killer runs him over and causes a gas leak and throws a birthday candle onto the gas to cause the car to explode. 2003 Ford Crown Victoria Police Interceptor [P71] in "Happy  Death Day, 2017"

She wakes up the next day still not caring about anything, takes Carter out for dinner…even farts loudly in public. She just knows a way to my heart! While conversing, Tree sees a local news report on John Tombs, a serial killer being held at the campus hospital. Concluding that Tombs is her killer, Tree rushes to the hospital to warn of his escape and forcing Carter to pay for the tab. Typical. Tombs breaks free and nearly kills Tree, but Carter follows and rescues her like a chivalrous dummy. Tombs kills Carter before chasing Tree to a nearby bell tower, where she subdues him with a crowbar. Realizing that Carter will remain dead if she ends the loop, Tree hangs herself. Can I just state for the record that Tombs looks EXACTLY like somebody I dated…I miss him. I wonder what he is up to nowadays.

John Tombs (first dimension) | Happy Death Day Wiki | Fandom

She awakens in Carter’s dorm room and finds him alive again. Now confident in solving her murder, Tree proceeds happily through the day as a changed woman. She signs the damn petition, warns the people of the sprinkler, and even saved a tired frat boy from passing out…what a saint! She runs into Tim and encourages him that is okay to be gay (YAY!). Tree apologizes to Lori for being a horrible roommate and stands up to Danielle for being awful to her housemates, and pours chocolate milk on her head, serving slime time realness! She ends her affair with Dr. Butler to allow him to move onto bigger and better things…me! Not really, his wife, silly! She then meets her father for lunch, where the two begin to reconcile. She expresses regret for distancing herself from her father after her mother died, causing a warm and fuzzy moment. That night, she goes to the hospital all decked out in her Lara Croft fantasy, looking badass. She eventually traps and kills Tombs after being chased around the hospital. Relieved to finally be free, she celebrates her birthday in Carter’s room and eats the cupcake Lori gave her, which has WAY too much frosting on it if you ask me!

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Tree wakes up still in the loop. Horrified, she gives up on her pursuit to solve her murders and returns to her room with the intent to run away, where Lori offers her the cupcake again. Tree realizes the previous loop was the only time she had ever eaten the cupcake, and she had died in her sleep. Personally, I think it was the excessive amount of frosting. But I believe that it was poisoned. Tree realizes Lori is her true killer. Lori had poisoned the cupcake, but when Tree failed to eat it, Lori used her job as a nurse at the hospital to frame Tombs for Tree’s murder. Nurses…truly doing God’s work. Tree threatens to take the cupcake to the police, but Lori attacks her knowing that she had been caught. Lori admits to also having an affair with Dr. Butler, whose preference for Tree drove Lori mad with jealousy. Typical girl drama. In the ensuing fight, Tree stuffs the poisoned cupcake in Lori’s mouth, then kicks her out a second-story window to her death. “Eat it, Bitch!”

By the way…that is the same line I say to uninformed people when I have to shut them up with facts!

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At a restaurant, Tree and Carter muse over the day’s events and he offers her his room for the night. The next day, Tree wakes up believing she is still in the time loop, but Carter quickly reveals he was just playing a prank on her, and it is really the next day. Tree is too relieved to be angry at him, and the two kiss. I would’ve slapped the crap out of Carter for him knowing that this whole experience is suck fest for her.

The reason why I like this movie is the constant witty characters that take the sorority persona to an over-the-top visualization. Danielle is my favorite character for that reason. It also was a fun rendition of a whodunnit. It’s fun to try and piece together the details to try and figure out who the killer is before it is revealed. And why not twist a little “Groundhog Day” twist into the plot!

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Let’s hand out some awards!

The Haunted Hunk award goes to Dr. Gregory Butler…duh! He is the doctor I would love to have take care of me! He is also mysterious and there was a slight hunch you would get that he could’ve been the babyface killer.

The Killer Slay Award-aka best kill- will go to Tree when she was killed the second time in the pleasure dome. It was more than just a basic stab with a simple weapon. Comparing her other deaths to this one, this one was a little more drawn out. I’m also going to throw in the frat boy moron that was killed behind her back, because let’s face it…he deserved it.

The Basic Beheading Award-aka worse kill- will go to Tree when she got hit over the head with a baseball bat. It was quick and uneventful.

Rating- 8.5 stars out of 10 ********

I can’t use a half asterisk for this…

I love the twist with the Groundhog Day references, and the characters were all committed to their roles. If I had to be a little critical, Lori’s motive could’ve been a little more of something. Jealousy with her dream affair is not enough to just go batshit crazy and kill your roommate. Why can’t people just settle their drama like adults? (HAHA!)

Other than that, it is a very entertaining movie, with comedic edge which I love and appreciate in my horror movies. I just felt like it could’ve used something a little more. I don’t know what exactly…

If you have seen or heard of this movie…comment below about what you like or dislike!

And there you have it! Another beatdown complete! I will be posting these recaps as often as I can! I will be at least doing these bi-weekly. You may be lucky enough to get them weekly. It will just depend on the workload with my writing. Next post, we will be taking a ride towards our next destination with “Terror Train”! If you don’t want to be spoiled…do your homework and watch it ahead of time, so that you follow along with my synopsis and understand the humor I attach to horror. If there is anything you would like for me to add in my beatdowns, have movie suggestions, or even have any feedback to give me, go to the “Contact” section of my website and shoot me an email.

Don’t take my comments or humor too seriously. After all…it’s just HORROR! And horror is sooo gay…right?

Until next time…keep slaying!

Whose the man? I’m the man!

Happy Sunday!
Today, I will briefly talk about a question that I’ve received since I came out over ten years ago that still gets asked regularly and hasn’t irritated me any less.
“So, are you the man or the woman?”
This question has many different meanings behind it. It derives typically from people who identify as straight, and additionally not aware of the LGBTQIA+ community. I always take a peaceful approach to the situation, as I am aware that some people don’t know the boundaries of what is okay to ask somebody like me. Here is my short answer:
“I’m a man.”
Usually, when this question is asked, it’s related to bedroom talk. Who is giving/who is receiving. The first point of my answer is what I would also tell people. It’s none of their business. What I choose to do behind my private life’s closed doors is only the business of myself and the person I choose to be with. People would then assume that if there were feminine qualities in a gay person, they would be considered the “woman” in their eyes. Again, most people are wrong.
It may come as a surprise to you, but gender has no right or wrong definition. Even the most butch or masculine people may be a little more on the submissive side. And even the more feminine individuals may have a preference to be more of the dominating type. I don’t want to go too much into detail since this is a conversation that can be had more personally, and I do have a lot of allies that I don’t want to make anybody feel uncomfortable with forcing bedroom talk.
Even in regards to just relationship structure, you may be surprised that what you assume their qualities would be translatable in how they handle themselves in a relationship. Don’t assume.
What I will leave with you is this. I am a man. I identify as one. I have male parts. I prefer he/him preferences. Who gives a hoot what my choice is. Just because they are not your idea of “normal,” meaning a straight couple, doesn’t make me less of a man. If you see somebody with a different gender identity or preferences, it doesn’t make them less of who they want to be. So I am going to cut to the chase and tell you an even shorter answer if you have any curiosity to this question if you know of somebody who identifies as LGBTQIA+:
“It’s none of your business. Stop asking.”

On a different subject, my debut novel, Cardinal Rules will be making its debut on March 12th. There will be an upcoming post with a summary of the plot and cover.
Keep yourself in tune with my blog by joining me every(sometimes every other) Thursday for my Horror Movie Beatdown, where I will be breaking down movies. I will summarize, humorize, and maybe even crystalize(not really) a select film from my gay point of view. Trust me. It will be a lot of fun!
Also, if you have any topics you want me to discuss on my Sunday posts, which tend to be on the more serious side of LGBTQIA+ issues, reach out to me in the “Contact” section of my website and drop an email on what you would like for me to talk about. I try not to go too deep into the talks…I’m just getting you all warmed up!
Stay horrific!

Movie Beatdown-The House on Sorority Row

This is a new series of the blog that will be Movie beatdown! We will talk all things with horror movies and television. We will cover everything from slashers to slayers. Beheadings to bitches…I’ll talk about all of it!

This breakdown is going to be one of my favorite horror films of all time, “The House on Sorority Row.” Now, the purpose of the beatdown is to dissect these movies, so if you don’t want the movie spoiled…don’t read the content below. This breakdown is like Wikipedia…just with more pee. You have been warned! If you don’t have time to watch the movie and would like a quick synopsis, then keep reading and let me tell you all about this movie from my gay eyes. It’s like a synop-sis!

The House on Sorority Row (also known as House of Evil in the United Kingdom) is a 1982 American slasher film written and directed by Mark Rosman, produced by John G. Clark, and starring Eileen Davidson and Kathryn McNeil. It was released in 1982. It didn’t make too much in the box office but has later developed a cult following and has been labeled as one of the greatest slasher films of all time. This movie is a staple in my collection. I watch this movie a lot, especially when I am feeling under the weather.

Without further ado…let’s get to the beatdown!

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We start the movie with everybody’s favorite horror cliché… “A dark and stormy night.”

The filter of the flashback is heavily blue, since they didn’t want to pay the extra money to hire younger versions of the characters. They had to make the old lady appear young with the excessive blurry blue filter. Trust me, you are not fooling anybody! After one stressful minute of labor pains (which is normal for delivery, right?), she was asking the doctor if she could see her baby. The doctor apologized for a terrible problem. It cuts to her doing another lovely movie cliché…the helpless cry in terror of “NO!!!!!”

Then we cut to the introduction music on a summer afternoon sounding like lovely flute music with a touch of Panic at the Disco. Trust me…if you watch this movie, you will know EXACTLY what I’m talking about.

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Seven sorority sisters – Katey, Vicki, Liz, Jeanie, Diane, Morgan, and Stevie – celebrate their graduation ceremony at their sorority house, located at the far end of a sorority row. Katherine, the main character played by Kathryn McNeil starts to pack her belongings with her mother, struggling to figure out what she wants to do with her life. No time like the present to figure that out after pulling your hair out with four years of college! She was convinced to stay by the villain-esque character, Vicki who is played by Eileen Davidson, who later went on to play in your favorite cheesy daytime soap operas. The girls needed help to set up their graduation party at the sorority house.

Their celebration is interrupted by their domineering house mother, Mrs. Slater, who denies the girls’ plan to throw a graduation party. The girls, led by Vicki—scorned because Slater slashed her waterbed(which, by the way…who brings a waterbed to a sorority house?!) when Vicki covertly brought a boyfriend into the sorority house—devise a prank: They steal her walking cane and place it in the house’s unused outdoor pool and force her at gunpoint to retrieve it.

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The prank goes according to plan at first with blanks being fired to trick her do go into their disgusting pool that Mrs. Slater never had cleaned in years…I’d rather swim in a septic system than the water that was in that pool. It eventually went awry when Vicki inadvertently shoots Slater since there was one bullet with the blanks, who appears to be dead. The girls agree to hide the body in the pool until their party ends, though Katey and Jeanie are reluctant. This part was a ‘wtf?’ moment because they just wrap her in towels and blankets, which with science…makes anything sink in water!

At the party, we are starting off with a band playing groovy music, which is one of my favorite things with a classic horror movie…dancing montage! Then we cut to an unidentified figure stabs a random man walking in the woods with Slater’s cane through his neck killing him instantly. Meanwhile, after finding guests attempting to enter the pool where drunken guys try to throw girls in…classy! Once they break up the shenanigans, the girls realize that if the pool lights turn on, Slater’s body will be revealed. Vicki asks Stevie goes into the basement to disable the breaker, where she is brutally stabbed to death by the killer, only showing the shadow silhouettes of the murder. Very convincing! Later, the pool lights come on much to the girls’ alarm after three boys try to jump in the *cough* clean pool water in their tighty whiteys, but Slater’s body is nowhere to be found. GASP!

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Deciding that Slater must be alive, the girls begin searching for her after the party comes to a close. Morgan enters Slater’s room where Slater’s body falls on her from the attic hatch. She blacks out and awakens to getting water in order to awaken her. With the drunken persona that she plays, she wishes for something stronger, like most sorority party girls. Overwhelmed by the attack by the randomly placed body, Morgan runs to her room to be left alone.

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Vicki suggests hiding the body in the old cemetery, Katey was the only one who objected to the plan and wanted to call the police…like any rational human being would do. The other girls take the body outside without Katey’s assistance and against her wishes. In the attic, Katey discovers children’s toys and a dead caged bird. It looked just like a very qualified place to trust your children for daycare if you ask me! We cut to Morgan, who *surprise* was having her nighttime beverage before subsequently stabbed with Slater’s cane from behind in her bedroom as she became distracted and somewhat amused with the jack in the box that appeared on her balcony. Katey finds the jack in the box later and noticed a life-sized costume of the jester looking eerily accurate to the toy.

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Diane goes to an outlying garage to start the van to transport Slater’s body, but is murdered by the killer who breaks in through the sunroof, being stabbed repeatedly in her hand as it cuts away to her constantly screaming.

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Shortly after, Jeanie who is played by Robin Meloy, was keeping watch for anybody who would catch them transferring a body, was suddenly attacked by the killer. She runs to safety in the house and finds Katey, tells her that Mrs. Slater’s cane attacked her. Katey runs to find help under the impression that Mrs. Slater is still alive and on a rampage, while the killer breaks in and causes a funny chase scene with Jeanie…because when you are running for dear life, you twirl constantly as you find a place to hide, and repeatedly fall to the floor like a moron! She runs into the bathroom to hide in a stall. Luckily, the person before her flushed so there was no additional worry of being murdered next to poo! Showers begin to get turned on, causing a hot and steamy scene (wait…wrong genre…this isn’t romantic…I don’t know why the killer did this!). The killer breaks into the stall and pins Jeanie to the wall and uses her knife to decapitate her.

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Meanwhile, Katey finds a medical alert tag on a necklace belonging to Slater that fell to the ground when Jeanie was attacked. She calls the number and is put through to a Dr. Beck, who comes to the house. Reluctant, to telling him the truth, she conceals the truth and only went looking for answers. The two later discover the bodies of Stevie, Morgan, and Diane in the pool. It looked like Hannibal Lector’s dream soup!

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She then reveals the sisters’ secret of Mrs. Slater’s accident. Meanwhile, after finding Diane missing, Vicki and Liz decide to drive to the cemetery without her to bury Slater’s body. When they arrive, both girls are killed by the assailant. Liz’s throat was slashed by the cane from behind as she attempted to pull the van closer to the hole at the graveyard that they dug. Well, at least they know that they didn’t need a college degree to become gravediggers! Vicki was stabbed repeatedly by the assailant after discovering Liz’s body. Dr. Beck accompanies Katey to the cemetery, where they find the bodies of Vicki and Liz, as well as Slater’s body still in the back of the van.

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The two arrive back at the house, with no police in sight after being promised by Dr. Beck that he contacted them. He forcibly gave Katey a sedative at the house…not a COVID vaccine. Dr. Beck reveals that Slater had a son named Eric who was deformed and mentally underdeveloped thanks to an illegal fertility treatment he had given her, and that he probably witnessed the girls kill Mrs. Slater. Dr. Beck uses Katey as bait so he can capture Eric and cover up his crime. He forces her to sit in order to lure Eric towards her in order for Dr. Beck to tranquilize him. She hallucinates some pretty knarly visions of her sorority sisters dancing…one of the side effects of a COVID vaccine (maybe he did give her one. I mean, she is ESSENTIAL to the storyline!). I want what she has! It looks like some crazy stuff!

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Once distracted, Katey manages to run away to hide, while completely drugged up. Eric arrives and hacks Dr. Beck to death while Katey searches for Vicki’s gun, which does not fire. She flees to the bathroom and finds Jeanie’s severed head in the toilet. She gave this funny expression as if she didn’t remember eating that! It wasn’t Taco Bell!

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Horrified, she climbs to the attic to prepare to defend herself. She hallucinates again in her state of panic, before being attacked by Eric, now wearing the clown costume.

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She shoots at him repeatedly…missing him at only five feet away. Not only is she not socially distancing…but she is a terrible shot! Just kidding…the gun was still loaded with blanks. She knocks over Eric’s toys, distracting him, then uses a pin attached to a doll to stab Eric numerous times and he falls through the attic door to the floor below. Katey believes he is dead and rests from exhaustion. However, Eric opens his eyes as the film ends, leaving Katey’s fate unknown. Then we cut to end credits where we once again hear the lovely Panic at the Disco flute music. That crap will never leave my head!

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The reason why I love this movie so much is the cliches that although some people may not like…I do! I also love the character archetypes of the reasonable protagonist, the drunk, the rebel, and the followers.

Now, lets get to the handout of awards!

The Haunted Hunk award goes to Peter! I didn’t mention him at all in my review, since he wasn’t really in the movie. This film predominately featured the sorority sisters. Any of the male characters only had minutes of airtime…so Peter by default wins. He was pursuing Katey as she kept becoming distant with her hunches that something wrong was happening throughout the movie. He appears drunk during most of the film as he keeps trying to pursue Katey, and then later distracts Dr. Beck when trying to capture Eric. So, you win this time Peter!

The Killer Slay award-aka best kill-is going to go to Jeanie! She died the most gruesome death, and the scene was set up to be hot and dangerous!(que the Ke$ha song!).

The Basic Beheading award-aka worst kill- is going to Diane! I personally love Diane’s character in the movie. She was witty and smoked a good chunk of the time. Since all you see is her hand being stabbed and then her screaming like a chicken…I have to give it to her. Come on, Diane! Die better!

Rating 9/10 *********

I would give this movie ten stars if the quality of kills was a little more thought out. I do give high remarks due to the commitment of the character acting. There weren’t really too many duds of actors where you are like, “really? You casted them to play the role?!”. The only character they could’ve casted better was Morgan. She was unconvincing as a drunk, and you could barely understand the four lines they gave her when she wasn’t caressing a bottle. I do love the cheesy death scenes in movies, and I am forgiving of the quality of deaths. After all…this is 1982! You can only work with what you got!

If you have seen or heard of this movie…comment below about what you like or dislike!

That is all for the first beatdown! Hopefully you enjoyed my gay AF review. I will be posting these recaps as often as I can! I will be at least doing these bi-weekly. You may be lucky enough to get them weekly. It will just depend on the workload with my writing. Next post, we will be dissecting “Happy Death Day”! If you don’t want to be spoiled…do your homework and watch it ahead of time, so that you follow along with my synopsis and understand the humor I attach to horror. If there is anything you would like for me to add in my beatdowns, have movie suggestions, or even have any feedback to give me, go to the “Contact” section of my website and shoot me an email.

Don’t take my comments or humor too seriously. After all…it’s just HORROR! And horror is sooo gay…right?

Until next time…keep slaying!

New Year’s Resolution Solution

Hello, and Happy 2021!

This is a new year with (hopefully) positive changes. Lots of great things are in store for you all! I have plans to keep growing my author platform that everybody will enjoy, not just LGBTQIA+. If you have any ideas or comments on what you would like to see, please reach out to me or comment on my posts, and I will take them to heart. I am working hard to reach out to an all-inclusive audience and merge horror with gay issues. With that being said, let us dive into this week’s topic.

New years resolutions have been something that everybody can relate to. It’s something that we all are guilty of trying at the beginning of the year and something that we all admittedly failed at doing in some way or another. Whether you want to be more active and lose a certain amount of weight after scarfing down holiday treats, quitting a habit such as smoking or drinking, or even saving money to make a huge purchase. Now, I’m not saying that these goals are not obtainable. I know plenty of people who are successful with committing to their resolutions and can bask in the glory of their successes from their hard work and dedication. I don’t want to discredit those individuals. Congratulations on sticking to your plan!

For most people, when they pick a resolution, they choose something incredibly challenging that would cause them to quit at a certain point. As important as it is to challenge yourself to become better by committing to a task, the reality of the situation is simply this: adulting sucks! Most people have the same monotonous life where it can, at times, become hectic. It isn’t easy to lose a high amount of weight to commit to going to the gym to work out every day when you have a family to take care of. Your workday might’ve been very tough, and you may feel like you want to go home and watch your favorite movie and eat your favorite snack to unwind. You may have an emergency that would cause you to spend that hard saved money to get out of your rut, resulting in impeding your goal to make that big purchase.

My message to you is a few things:

  1. Set small goals. Treat your end goal as if you are climbing the giant mountain of your life. It is hard to explain this analogy without pictures, so bear with me. Climbers go up a section of the mountain, and once they reach a certain point of the day, they must go back down to allow their bodies to acclimate to the pressure. They camp out for a period of time before resuming. This is something they commit to until they eventually reach their end goal of the top. Think of that while you are trying to accomplish your goal. Don’t set an unobtainable goal that seems unrealistic. You are setting yourself up for failure right off the bat. This is one of the biggest reasons why New Year’s resolutions are more than likely not seen through to the end. Make small goals, and then celebrate those small victories (this part is a must!) before moving on to the next goal. Reward yourself with accomplishing the goals. When your potty training a dog, you give them a treat when they do the right thing by not soiling themselves on your lovely and expensive flooring, and you’re acknowledging their commitment to trying to do the correct task.
  2. Acknowledge the fact that you may fail. We live in a society where if you don’t accomplish your goal, you are a failure, and that you should give up. This is not the case! Remember that the city of Rome wasn’t built in a day. If you make a goal to quit smoking and you are doing very well at giving up this addictive habit. Suddenly, you cave and have one after a tough day or if you were socializing with your friends. Don’t just throw your hands in the air and say, “Screw it.” Recognize that you may have had a slip and tell yourself that it’s okay. Also, give yourself the discipline to say to yourself that you may have fallen off that horse, but you will need to get back on it at some point. Hold some sort of accountability that you will need to get back on track. Otherwise, complacency will kick in, which is another common reason why resolutions are not accomplished. The other part of this point that I want to mention is that you need to recognize that you will be outside your comfort zone. It is daunting to change something about your day-to-day lifestyle and charge forward wholly. There will be doubts. When I challenge myself, especially when I was writing my novel, there were times that I struggled with doubts. I won’t go into details about those specifically. I use a quote whenever I tackle something outside my comfort zone, and I use it as a daily practice. “Fear Conquered Nothing!” It is a mantra that I use to push myself even though I may or may not succeed; it’s about trying your hardest.
  3. Find a support system and reach out to them if you’re struggling. I know that this may be hard to believe since we are all guilty of being too much in our heads and relishing our problems (sometimes too often), but you are not the only one who is having it rough. You are not alone. Everybody has tough days, struggles with adulting, or is dealing with mental issues. They may not be committing to the same goals or resolutions as you are, but you can relate to how bad a day you are having. Sometimes, venting to somebody is all you need before you can brush off the dirt and move on. Also, reach out to your close friends and family. They are essential in your life for a reason. You can’t accomplish any goals alone! Sometimes, you need that particular person to tell you that you are good enough and that you can do it…so use them!

In closing, I also want to say one more opinion regarding resolutions. I have mad respect for those who choose to do it and either succeed or not. Change only should happen when the person is ready to embrace the change. If you are not prepared to challenge yourself, then don’t fall into the pressures of New Year’s traditions. Be ready to set those goals when you are prepared to. If your mind is only halfway into the challenge, then you may have already set yourself up for a loss.

Well, that is all I have for you today. Stay safe and keep challenging yourself to be better!

Please reach out to me in the ‘Contact’ section if you have any other topics you would like for me to talk about or anything you would like to see more of with this author platform.

New Year. New Me!

I am taking a bit of a break for the holidays, so I will keep this post short and sweet.
The end of 2020 is almost here. It has been a long and tumultuous road for all of us. Among the personal challenges that I will not disclose to respect everybody’s opinions and viewpoints, I can highlight the main challenge that we all have faced was COVID-19. Maintaining social distancing and integrating aggressive hygenic habits to keep safe and healthy has been challenging. There is always a blessing in any troubling situation that you are faced with. It may be tough to look past the hardships to find any sort of blessings or silver linings. For me, the best gift was to sit back and reflect on my life. I tackled a bucket list item for me to write a book.
Before I went into fashion, I always wanted to be a writer. As a teenager, I would write many stories in hopes that they would become something bigger. I quickly gave up on that dream because I didn’t see myself as successful or developing any sort of a career out of it. I also had anxieties about finishing a story that people would like or appreciate. Over the summer, when I was typing the first draft of my manuscript, I faced those voices in my head with those same doubts. I kept questioning myself if this is something I should do or if people would take my writing seriously. The one thing I did for the first time in my life was believing in myself and this book’s vision. That voice counterbalancing the negative voices in my head was the reason I did this novel in the first place. I always wanted to show the people who look up to me that you can accomplish anything in your life if you believe in yourself. I know that it sounds a little Disney or fairy tale-esque, but it is a more challenging practice than they make it out in the movies. My commitment to this project brought out a more creative and resilient side of me that I never knew existed.
I am proud of myself for that lesson I’ve taught myself for 2020. I am thankful for the love and support I have received from the writing community, horror community, LGBTQIA community, and my close family and friends. I will never forget the love and support I have received through the emails since I started my journey. This is a commitment that I will be sticking to: by writing inspiring stories to hopefully influence a brighter tomorrow for the gay and weird kids that don’t feel like they have a place in this world.
Let’s put 2020 behind us, and feel proud of our accomplishments, and commit to allowing 2021 to better ourselves.

On a lighter note, stay tuned for updates on my debut novel, “Cardinal Rules.”

Also, please reach out to me if you have any topics you would like for me to discuss to allow this blog to elevate to the next level. I have other ideas on what I will add to my website, additionally from my weekly posts.

Thank you all for the love!

Chosen Family

Hello everybody!
It is Christmas time! That means gift shopping, hectic meal prepping and cleaning, cheesy holiday movies on television, and most importantly,…family time.
On the topic of family, some people, regardless of who they identify as, don’t have close contact with their blood relatives. That could either be by choice of the individual or the family member. They could’ve had a disagreement about an opinion or just who that person is in general. In other cases, it could be the unfortunate circumstance that the family member is no longer alive, and they have passed on. Regardless of the status, I’m going to touch lightly today on the importance of family values.
Now, I was blessed to have most of my family embrace me for who I am at the minimum level of respect. I will admit that some of my family don’t see eye to eye with me due to other personal issues that I will not disclose on this blog (that is for me and them to settle on our terms). I find it difficult for these people to see where I’m coming from as a person, aside from being LGBTQIA+. It’s a tough pill to swallow that the disagreements that we do have are not empathized from my perspective because these family members are straight. I don’t fault them…it’s just the reality of the situation.
RuPaul once said in an episode of Drag Race:
“We as gay people, we get to choose our families.”
That quote has a massive amount of accuracy.
Ever since I’ve been an adult, I have encountered friends and colleagues that embrace my unique self and look past any flaws. They also take the time to understand where I’m coming from as an LGBTQIA+ person. I have been very fortunate to surround myself with all of the love and positivity that, at times, my blood relatives are unable to fulfill. For those who know me personally, I am a very loyal friend. I have the backs until the very end with those who have mine. We hang out; we laugh, sometimes cry…you get the picture. I wouldn’t be here today without the support of those special people in my life. And if you are one of those people reading this passage, I want to say that I can’t thank you enough!
Suppose you are somebody who has been disowned by your family. I know there are individuals out there that are unfortunate. My heart breaks for you. I genuinely hope that you have at least that one friend or colleague out there that unconditionally loves and cares for you. And I hope that there will be one day where your family notices the authentically fantastic person you have become and feels sorry for the successes you have accomplished without their support. You are loved! If you know somebody who is dealing with these struggles, reach out to them. Tell them that they are cared for and that their existence is valued. You never know that the person you work with may be struggling with their personal life, especially in these dark times.
Happy holidays from my writing corner! Be safe! Be merry! And most importantly,…be loving!
I want to underscore what I said before…I’m not saying my blood family is horrible. I’m just saying that I’m lucky to have the chosen family that I have to help assist when the blood family cannot be there for me in my times of need.
Also, I want to apologize for my short post this week. I have been putting the finishing touches on the manuscript for my debut novel. I am 99% done! Details will be released in the coming weeks with title, plot summary, release date, cover, etc.
Very exciting things are coming up!

Hate…worse than any masked killer.

In horror movies, numerous motives influence a damaged person to put on a mask and slaughter people. They could’ve been abused, traumatized, or even woke up on the wrong side of the bed. In the real world in today’s society, murder is boiled down to one primary motive that scares many minorities.
Hate is such a strong word, and personally, I try not to use it when I talk about somebody I may not agree with or like. Hatred towards the LGBTAQ+ community has gone back to decades of killings and crimes. If we go back to 1998, Matthew Shepard was picked up at a bar in Wyoming and was taken to the middle of nowhere to be beaten and left for dead. In 1978, Harvey Milk was assassinated by somebody who wasn’t comfortable with his direction in politics. In 1993, Brandon Teena was raped and murdered for trying to live life as his authentic self as an openly transgender male. Let’s not forget the more recent events of the Pulse nightclub shooting and the continuous murders of our transgender brothers and sisters. In 2018, it was reported that out of the 7,120 attacks on file, roughly 1 in 5 of those were due to hate crime towards somebody based on sexual orientation or gender identity.
People live, and people die…I get it. It’s the cycle of life, and we all have our expiration date. But we should let natural causes determine that, not the disagreeing opinions of somebody who may disagree with the lives that we live. And though people may have opposing views on the LGBTQA+ community, there are other ways to express it. When in doubt, don’t talk about it.
Audiences get entertained by the gore and killings of over the top characters in slasher movies. The reality of the situation is that these killings happen regularly and do not involve the “jock” or the “stoner.” These people are somebody’s spouse, child, sibling, or even a role model/leader. When they take these innocent people’s lives away, they are also damaging everybody in their lives that they value and love deeply.
Hate also doesn’t mean to kill. It could also mean saying a slur such as ‘faggot’ or ‘dyke’. It could also mean defacing a same-sex couple’s property or an establishment, such as burning a rainbow pride flag or keying a car. Over the past five years, ever since gay marriage became legal in the United States, discrimination and negative opposing opinions have increased towards the community. Somehow, the equality of something as simple as marriage has struck a nerve with individuals and makes people feel uncomfortable.
Some individuals use religion as an excuse to treat LGBTQIA+ members with disrespect. In Christianity, there may be verses that may be against the community. However, those people should let God be the judge of that. And, in most cases, those Christians are violating other parts of the bible, being hypocritical or “praying for forgiveness.” I grew up in the church and read the bible thoroughly…Most of those people do not follow the word of God 100%. In all religions, the foundation of their beliefs is to love everybody equally and treat your neighbor with respect…What happened to following that?
I have also had conversations with people who may be “in the middle” of this issue. They would say something along the lines of, “I don’t have any problems with gay people, just don’t throw it in my face.”
Yes…me holding my husband’s hand is shoving it in your face, but the trashy couple in the corner has a man with his hand down his girlfriend’s pants, fondling her butt! The gay couple at the clubs are having a slow, romantic dance. The straight couples are grinding their bodies all over each other…practically dry humping.
Sounds fair….right?
I understand to a certain extent that individuals have opposing opinions on multiple issues, and it is damn near possible for them to change. This country has flourished throughout history based on people having different viewpoints and opinions.
Do I think it’s fair? No. But it’s the reality of the situation.
However, I will conclude this statement. People may believe in their opposition for everyday people like me, who choose to live authentically and proud. But your belief is just that…a belief. My existence and every person within my community…their existence is a reality. If you oppose the rights of the LGBTQA+ community or even any community in general, think about the hurt you are causing to these people. Think outside of your backyard and take a walk in their shoes and feel their pain, suffering, and anguish. And if you cannot see eye-to-eye with the groups you disagree with and still don’t believe in the equal rights and dignity you have, then maybe you should place the Ghostface or Michael Myers mask on your face to cover the hate.

Why horror?

In case if you were wondering why I chose horror as my genre to write about, here it is:

Horror is a complex dichotomy of entertainment. It plays with the mind and is relatable to the most common emotion in humankind: Fear. Fear is a very intriguing emotion. It could prevent you from doing something or could motivate or propel you to accomplish a goal. Horror taps into many different subgenres that appeal to most people in one way or another. There is gothic horror, in which ghosts and their backstories could scare you, or the protagonist can have qualities that viewers can empathize with. It could involve a scary location, like a haunted house or an abandoned warehouse. There is a suspense thriller, where the reader is kept on the edge of their seat. They have all of their senses heightened as the book describes the protagonist’s journey in detail as if they were the in the main character’s point of view or right next to them for the bumpy ride. You analyze all of the presented clues throughout the chapters and place the pieces together with them as they try to uncover the culprit. These are just a few subgenres of this magnificent genre that has many more to list!

For me, I’m attracted to one subgenre more than any other. One that I can personally relate to on numerous levels.


The slasher genre contains many characteristics that appeal very profoundly to me. I am going to list some of these in detail and why they are so great to me. There are more than what I’m going to list, and this is strictly my opinion. I’m using my examples from film, which can easily be translated into writing. After all…movies start out as scripts. Scripts were written!

1.Damaged protagonist/final girl: The main character in horror movies that, in most cases, make it to the end as the sole survivor has one thing in common. They had a damaging past. You look at Sidney Prescott in ‘Scream,’ who lost her mother to murder by the serial killer. In ‘Friday the 13th: Part VII,’ Tina Shepard has telekinetic powers that accidentally killed her abusive father, causing her to grow up with deep remorse before Jason Voorhees goes on a murderous rampage. In ‘Child’s Play,’ Karen Barcley is a single mother struggling to provide for her child before being tormented by a killing doll. These people and many others have had to struggle in one way or another, which ends up with a disconnect from them and that rest of the cast where most of them get killed off. Their priorities are not solely based on the rest of the cast’s alternative goals, such as partying, drug usage, or an occasional hookup. Their backstories are mostly relatable to the audience, where they can empathize with them. When they finally get stalked by the killer in the major chase scene, where they put aside their trauma and act in a ‘fight or flight’ situation. They make smarter choices to either live or die, doing whatever it takes with every ounce of courage to take down the murderer and survive. In the LGBTQA+ community, there is a lot of adversity we face. Some have been abused, bullied, and ostracized at the least. When faced with difficulties, we dig deep within ourselves to accomplish a goal or to overcome troubles.

2.Character archetypes: Most slasher movies have a group of people that has different types of characters. These people are either promiscuous, funny, a particular minority, athletic, rebellious, or even a straight-up jerk. These people make foolish choices that eventually get them killed(i.e., hooking up, running up the stairs instead of a back door, going off alone, etc.). I find it very funny when the same people get in the same predicament that eventually gets them killed. I understand that this is a cliché, but hey…I am entertained! I will also add that I want books and movies to feature minorities that make it further than the first or second kill. I would be even more enthused if they were the final girl!

3.Masked killers with justifiable and unjustifiable motives: Billy Loomis, as Ghostface in ‘Scream,’ started killing because Sidney Prescott’s mother had an affair with his father, causing his family to break apart. Adam Carr, as Cupid in ‘Valentine,’ got revenge on the girls that rejected his nerdy self in middle school, causing him to be tortured at the school dance. Now, I’m not saying that situations like these are perfect grounds for killing people. However, since this is film entertainment…I get it. However, I saw a movie once where the killer invited all of his friends before graduating high school. They get killed one by one until it is revealed that he was the killer for the sole reason that he was number four on the waitlist to Harvard, and all of his friends were coincidentally numbers one thru three on the waitlist. He only killed to get into Harvard. Now that is a stupid reason to kill people if you ask me! In most cases in film, the killer is identified pretty quickly just by their demeanor or their lack of appearance throughout the film. As annoyed as my friends are when we watch these movies together, I am entertained by them being shocked by the reveal when they didn’t believe me initially.

“I told you so!”

4.The “adults are useless” cliché: Most movies involving a protagonist that who a teenager or young adult usually involves parents who don’t believe them. They even involve police officers that either show up late to the scene or prematurely misjudge a character. The parents in ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’ didn’t believe in Nancy when she kept saying that a man with a burnt face and knives for fingers was stalking her and her friends in her dreams. They didn’t believe it was Freddy Krueger, even though they killed him themselves. I find it entertaining when both the police and parents play stupid to the shenanigans…like the main character would do this to themselves!

*shows a slash mark on his arm*

5.Sassy Satire: I know that I use ‘Scream’ as an example in many of my explanations…it is one of my favorite movies! Sorry, not sorry! But the sassy and meta-humor behind certain characters make me laugh, even in the midst of tragedy. ‘Scream 3’ included the real Gail Weathers and the movie version of her, just at each other’s throats at times. When Freddy Kruger kills off certain characters, he has witty one-liners before slashing them. It lightens the mood in times of terror. It would soften the blow for the squeamish viewers to add a little humor to the horror.

There you have it…only some of the reasons that I love the slasher genre! There are many more reasons why I love and respect it so much. I just wanted to give you all a taste of my…taste in horror. I could go all day with discussing more qualities that I enjoy. But I know you all have a life to live.

What do you like about the horror genre?

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Comment below!

Why did I choose to become a writer?

This question has resonated in my mind since I started writing my novel in July. What began as a “bucket list” task has turned into a transformation of my long-term goal. Ever since I was into horror movies, it was unbelievably rare to find a character that I could identify with. Slasher movies and books rarely include people from the LGBTQ+ community. If it did, they were showcased minimally or as a stereotype. Due to that, I could only identify with the final girl. What started as one idea for a novel has transformed into an idea for a series. My books will include issues within the community and everyday society that I, as an openly gay man, have experienced/witnessed that needs to be brought into the light. Some of these issues may make my readers feel uncomfortable, but in order for conversations to happen and change to occur, some eggs need to be cracked. Disruption is the key to change. My goal is to take the entertainment of cheesy 1980s and 1990s horror movies and mix it with LGBTQ+ issues to make it relatable for everyone. I may not make the money I hope for with my work or develop the success I’ve dreamed of, but what is important is to leave behind a legacy—a legacy of experiences that I want to share with the world that currently is hurting. My dream is to give hope to the kids that may not feel loved or welcome or appreciated and help them identify with the characters I create on the page as I write. Since I started my writing transition, I have received a vast amount of love and support from the writing and LGBTQA+ community. It is humbling and surreal to have this journey become so fulfilling!

On a lighter note, I also believe that gay people deserve to be killed off by a masked serial killer too! I’m an equal opportunity murder writer! 😂😂