Maya
As a queer creative, I thrive in the city scene. I love the chaos, the…
For the last five years or so, I’ve been one of those people. Those intense people who corner you at a party and try to explain the details of the forthcoming supposed Mayan prophecy. I’ve been obsessed with it since early 2007, and I remember that then, I took great comfort in the fact that it was four and a half years away – at least I had that buffer. But not anymore – it’s no longer as far away as the stars that define it; it’s upon us in a matter of days.
It’s the day after the election, and I haven’t stopped exhaling. While you’re reading this, I assure you that I am still exhaling. I’ll admit it; I was wound up tight and losing sleep. I read every poll, compared them to the past, to the analysis, to the blogs and to the posts. I know it’s all a grueling system designed to make us nuts, but the truth is, we were all standing at a crossroads of tightropes
My favorite holiday is almost eerily upon us. As an occasion, Halloween just speaks my language – at least it does now. I’m enamored with its form and function: the frights, the freaky fun and the costumes. If you know me, you know that my regular clothes can occasionally border on costume, especially on the weekend. But it’s more than that. I’ve had a hate/hate/love relationship with fear my whole life: controlling it, being devastated by it, embracing it.
Here’s something you might not know about me: I work in the TV biz for one the biggest global Web media companies. I’m not going to guest on Modern Family anytime soon – it’s not like that – but I sure as hell eat, drink, breathe, and sleep TV shows; it’s my job. What I do revolves around articles and videos for hundreds of shows that are on the air, were on the air, will be on the air. So I can tell you that scripted TV is getting GAY – awesome!
