I Think That The Intentions Are Genuine

I Am A Horrible Visual Artist. I Can't Fix A Car, Sew, Knit, Cook, Etc. Statistically, There Is More I Don't Do Than Do.

You Can't Bury A Part Of Yourself That's So Innate To Who You've Been, Even If It's Not For The Sake Of Anything Other Than A Pure Enjoyment Of It.

Even If, Personally, I'm In A Place Of Contentment Or Solidity, I Feel Like It's Hard Not To Look Out Into American Culture And See Vast Inequity, Widespread Institutionalized Violence And Racism And Transphobia And Environmental Destruction. It's Hard To Be In This World And Feel A Sense Of Innate Satisfaction At All. There's Plenty Of Things To Feel Unsettled About.

For Film And Television, It's Interesting How Fans Feel That Their Particular Ways Of Manifesting Their Affections Are The Correct Ones. It's Not Just About Being A Fan, It's About How You Perform Your Fandom. That's Always Been Interesting To Me.

I Think Grief Is A Step Towards Strength Because It Allows You To Be Porous And Take Everything In, And Have It Transform You. What Will Sit Within You Is Despairing, But At Least It's Feeling. You're Not Numb. Grief Is Sort Of The Allowance Of Feeling.