Showing posts with label homosexuality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homosexuality. Show all posts

Friday, September 19, 2014

MyExposedLife: THREE

I’m squandering my youth on waiting for the miraculous and awesome to happen to me rather than going out and attaining it for myself. I fear that which I crave the most. I want to have the limelight but fear the backlash and harshness of its glare. I want fame and fortune but am too afraid to let myself be vulnerable in its wake and hurt me. I spend my time conceiving of the possibilities yet spend none of it doing the work to create that reality. How can I make the transition from vision to actuality when anxiety has plagued all my fruitless attempts?
I don’t know where to begin. I don’t know what plan of action I want to take and am too frightened to just pick one at random and even then how would I go about it when I’ve set that plan in motion?
For the first time in almost 4 months I feel like I’ve done something and it took coming home to do it. I’ve planned my first short film out of the program that I took. It’s still going to take some time to get the money together to shoot it but I feel good that it’s all out of my head and on paper. I am happy that I am back into writing again and hope that I stay in this grove. I also hope that I am finally going to finish ‘God Complex’ but for now I am going to write Rez Dogs as a short film, finish Ingénue’s script, and my special project ‘Edge of Glory’ indigenous version not to mention a internet series I’ve been wanting to do for like three or four years.
I am not in any way moved back to Saskatchewan but I feel like I needed a sabbatical… I was not really doing anything other than interning and writing an occasional feature for a newspaper. I am also going to try possibly crowd-funding but I am a no one and I’ll need to be someone to do it so first I think I’ll try get into writing for money which I LOVE doing. My CV is up to date and I want to go back to Winnipeg at any second but there is no point if I am not going to be doing anything over there. I’ve tried applying for normal jobs but nothing seems to catch my eye. I want to make money but I don’t want to get stuck in a rut paying bills and living life.
There are so many opportunities out there yet I am at a loss to actually get any of them in front of me when the time is right. I was going to apply for film school but that fell to the wayside- I don’t have anyone wanting to see me do it so I feel like it will be a waste of time. Who knows? Maybe I’ll still get down to doing it. I want to be able to have that under my belt but at the same time I don’t want to waste my own talent being emotionally and mentally drained from learning the way Hollywood does films. To sacrifice my own creative abilities that make me want to pursue that cinema in the first place is ultimately my biggest fear.
Affirmation is all I think I need but I’m not getting it from where I want it from. The support of my family is what anyone one should be able to have but for me it’s not… My friends and peers all see something in me but when it’s not through the lens of my kin then how am I supposed to feel like its worth doing? I am extremely grateful that friends and peers do support me… Who knows right? Maybe one day I’ll turn around and see everyone cheering me on instead of telling me to compromise. The struggle is real.
The grandiose future that I set before myself to will into reality is something I plan on chasing with every part of me until I’ve drawn my final breath. I am not disillusioned to the realities of what I plan on accomplishing. To some it seems like a joke but perhaps it is my fallacy to be so fucking comical, I will persevere. Let my irreverent spirit and determination be my guiding light and damn all those who oppose such an awesome dream. It may be hard to perceive for some but dreamers are the ones with the courage to bring fantasy to fruition. I am a dreamer.
Finally for my blogs, if no one is going to read them then I am not going to continue. Same with everything else, people don’t watch or want to see me blog then I’m not going to… Why bother having 500 videos if no one is going to watch them and that’s how I felt. It seems that pretty much everyone wants to see me humiliate myself dressed as a transvestite and I have no problem with it but I have no budget to do it with. I could crowd fund for that but OMFG, why? LOL.
Perhaps when I do find my passion project I will do this thing for real and not let everything else in while I achieve completing it. As for everything else just wait and see what I do next. I’ll do it when I want to or if it suits me or if the time is right OR if enough people like it. The final word at the moment on anything is that I am working on writing, when I get equipment I’ll start doing film making and internet stuff but until that happens I am procrastinating in that department. If you want to see what I’m doing or see more of what I have already done then tell me and maybe it will motivate me to doing something new for you all. If you want to see more then ask… and if you don’t like what you’re seeing then look away mother fucker.
So that’s all that is on my mind at the moment, and look I’ve just passed 1000+ words and I didn’t even break a sweat! Maybe this writing stuff isn’t as hard as I make it sound. But thank you all who support me I really do appreciate it but if you let me know (writing wise) then I’ll write more J Have a great day and thanks again.


ODMK

Monday, May 12, 2014

MyExposedLife: ONE

193 Days from Now I'll Be 25...

So this is the problem I am having... I had always pictured my life as being lived, having my own apartment and boyfriend and career, let be back up to January 8th 2014 (125 days) and let me introduce myself.

Well I don't want to use my real name in case you are a stranger. But if you have come here because I told you too then you know who I am, so call me 'K' okay? No, call me 'O.K' :) Okay?

Second, I am 24 years old and I turned that age in November of last year [2013]. I typically forget I am a year older for about 6 months and then spend the next trying to remember to say how old I actually am then by the time I've gotten the hang of it I fuck it up by having another goddamn birthday.

Here is another thing about me- I am a male, a, while still technically morbidly obese gay, very energetic male and a lot of people can attest to that. In addition to being fat I am also very funny, the kind of outrageous, outlandish, fall on your ass, gut wrenching, dark, morbid and sometimes self-deprecating, but always hilarious funny. Not the Ha-Ha funny. Introspective and almost insensitive but you-have-to-laugh kind of funny. That was two things.

So to my story, it was a Wednesday and I was about to move to a far away city (9ish hours away) to go on a kind of school-ish type camp thingy in the dead of what I can tell you was a LONG -40ish typical winter. I was moving somewhere south but it still manages to get that cold so by now if you don't know me and want to figure out where I am, there are not a lot of options. Let me also interject that I grew up in a small community, under 15 thousand in the nearest community, 6k close-by and under where I am originally from. I've pretty much outlined my life without giving you major details. So the story can begin; I am planning on going to school with absolutely no idea what to expect to become from this whole situation but I know that I've got to keep an open mind.

I wasn't doing anything. Really. I was keeping a child, a small wonderful, adorable, kind, lovable, funny and intelligent little boy who shall also remain nameless. That was my job, I took care of him and got paid to do so. I love that boy and he makes my world light up. But he is not in this story, only in it's footnotes. He was the reason I got up in the morning and went to bed at night but he was/is not mine. Before taking care of this child day in and day out.

Late in 2013 my sister had come across an article on Facebook looking for people who were interested in New Media training- since I was 16 I've been making 'web-content creator' but had neglected to do anything substantial in while. I was always planning on doing something with it but I just didn't feel like it was the right time. Writing here and there and making the odd video my heart wasn't in it. Then this program came along so I decided to inquire about it and after reading what it was offering I was so excited.

It was quite the ride to say the least. There was EVERYTHING a collage experience has to offer, the good and the bad. While I don't want to expel those times just yet let me say it showed me a lot of the world. A lot about who I am and it came built in with friendships. There were people there that changed me and in turn who I changed. In such a small amount of time who knew I would have a family for life out of those 27 strangers?

And as for me? Well I also got a boyfriend out of it. We're trying the long distance thing. He lives about ten hours away and we talk on social networking sites. I'm trying to interact with him but it's hard to find time in the day and I know one thing. It's only going to get harder. Which I respect, no one man can build an empire, or legacy on 8 hours of work a day.

As for work? I have two jobs- I am a writer for a newspaper that has been in print for 20 years and issues about 20k per edition. I am also an editor at a production company. I do freelance film making and am currently working on starting my own production company... Now, when I started this piece I may have had you believing one thing was that I was not who I am supposed to be but...

Who are we supposed to be? What makes life go according to plan? Yeah I am broke but I am trying every day to get a little more and more out of life. I am trying to be fearless in the wake of fear and anticipation, before me lays ahead distances I am not sure I can swim but I know that I will try as I might to get to that distant shore and reach out for my dreams.

Yes, in 193 days I will be 25, and I do want to have all those things, and guess what? I am living and I will continue to live. Now I did not say that all these posts are going to be about my life of that they weren't going to be raw and explicit because I seem to have a knack for those types of blogs, so if you continue to read I am sure there will be... A LOT more stories and as I progress into that new 'age' I am sure I will have things to write about.

-O.K.