getting to open up this absolutely delightfully twisted, wet, queer, bold film was an unbelievable privilege. filming it was one of the hardest things i’ve ever had to push through and show up for but…damn…am i glad i did.
@houstonbone_ i love you and will never be able to thank you enough for trusting me with the characters you’ve gifted me with over the past decade. your artistic trust in me means the world, and it has fundamentally changed me as an actress. i’m indebted to you, always.
@chlovls@_tymikatafari@gertnats@janeedithmoffat standing beside all of you and witnessing your IMMENSE talent has me beaming with inspiration, excitement, and gratitude.
the greatest love of my life has always been acting — being able to escape and heal while living, learning, and loving someone else’s reality.
i cannot wait to see Son of Sara: Volume 1 birthed into the world for everyone else to see!!
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Scene CW/TW: Sexual Assault
Been a while since I’ve shared any of my “work” on here…
A lot on my mind as of late on what it means to be an Actor.
Union strikes. Unclear paths. New opportunities. Lost opportunities — in abundance. Hope, despair and everything in between.
But I love it so much, still.
To this very day, the craft, is what I feel most connected to.
So, I thought I’d share this piece I did recently.
It means a lot to me for a whole bunch of reasons…
From my he(art), to yours.
pride and absolute devastation. today we sat in a courtroom 743 days after the day that changed everything. today i watched my soulmate be the bravest she’s ever been (and that is saying a lot) as she stared the man who stole her mother from this world in the eyes and told him she saw him for who he truly is. today we felt and witnessed a horrifying lack of justice and an incomplete answer in the violent assault that took our gougz from us. today we watched as complexity, nuance, care, and attention to detail was thrown to the side. today we squeezed each others hands, and sobbed, and died a little more.
i carry this photo of my dear baby raqz with me in the back of my phone case. it always reminds me of my heart and soul, her. i carry her with me and try to protect her at all costs because her mama is no longer here to do so.
today our community relived the worst days of our lives. today i told the judge what i have known since 10am on october 16th 2023 when i got the call — “i am irreparably damaged”. today i confronted more than ever before that misogyny is a deadly epidemic and a shockingly ignored diagnosis. today i witnessed the most fierce protective love, and the most harrowing confrontation of loss.
pride and devastation. two truths exist. gougz forever.
so here’s the thing, through out my twenties i’ve had the honor and privilege to learn so so so many lessons. extremely tough ones, and utterly magnificent ones too. i have loved so many different people, and have had that love, thankfully, returned. there are so many people in my life to thank for getting me through this turbulent, difficult, necessary decade. in the effort of honesty, there are many who still remain in my life and there are also those who have left. i mean this with every ounce of me, i am so indebted to every single one of them because they are all a part of me forever in one way or another. i learned about boundaries, self-worth, regret, and how to heal. i had my heart broken, and mended a thousand times over. the most important lesson and realization of all though was finally coming to a place where i know and love myself enough to embrace my flaws, commit to a life where i hope to always grow, continue on a path of accountability and reflection, and to remain open to the prospect of happiness no matter how dark it gets. i am so deeply excited for my thirties, and i’m eternally grateful for every single one of you that i said “i love you” to over the past 3650 days.
