Journal Pages

Ever since I was in the 4th grade I've kept a journal, thanks to my sister Nancy. I still have my very first journal, it has stickers on it, little lists of things I wanted to become when I got older, lists of my favorite TV shows, "I Love Lucy," being my favorite. Well as the years went by, I still kept a journal and continued to write, but the journals themselves started to evolve into little scrapbooks. I was influenced by an artist named Dan Eldon who had amazing journals. They weren't just a diary into his life they were pieces of art. The following images are my own journal pages. If you'd like to see some of Dan's, check out www.daneldon.org

Lost In Translation

Red Pop

Bubble Gum Art

Sepia Rize

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"No H8" (A Poem)

So I wrote this poem for a play I've been working on called "I Heart L.A." In the play there is this section where it goes into slam poetry. In the poem it's all about how minorities have been portrayed in television. Well at the time when I was writing it Proposition 8 had just passed in California, and I, having tons of gay friends, and knowing discrimination, I felt really compelled to give the one gay character in the script a slam poem to deliver. So this is what I came up with...

"No H8"

And don’t even get me started with Proposition 8.
If you want to know the truth, it’s really Proposition HATE!
Why does it take a death like Matthew Shepard for us to wake up?
With all this homophobic hate crimes, I’m fucking fed up!
And who crowned Miss California 2009?
Who ever gave her the crown must be deaf, dumb, and blind,
“You can choose same sex marriage or opposite marriage”
“I think that I believe that a marriage should be between a man and a woman.”
Really?! Really Miss California twenty oh nine?!
What are we? Oh twenty years behind?
If I were to choose Miss California,
to represent the “real” California that we know,
She’d be a smart, hot, bilingual woman from Mexico,
Not a hypocrite, ignorant, Barbie, that poses like a Texas ho!
I wonder how the heck, did a girl like you, get hired,
I’m just glad, Donald Trump said two words, “you’re fired!”
I’m not a tranny, mariposa, weak ass faggot,
To be treated like a sissy maggot,
I’m not a little pansy queen, burn in hell sinner to be treated like dirt,
If you watched American Idol this year, the real winner was Adam Lambert.
For those of you who think that being gay is a choice,
Well let me break it down, and let you hear my voice...
Why would I CHOOSE to be treated like a second class citizen?
Why would I CHOOSE to be treated not like a real gentleman?
Why would I CHOOSE the risk of getting beat up in school?
Why would I CHOOSE to listen to words that are so cruel?
Why would I CHOOSE to serve our military and protect our country from hell,
To only get discharged because of “Don’t ask don’t tell!”
If you believe in God, do you believe he or she would create someone like me?
To think we aren’t all equal, is just pure insanity.
That’s it motherfuckers, no more Mr. Nice Gay,
Here’s a piece of advice that I need to say,
from one of my favorite dykes, her name is Wanda Sykes...
“If you don’t believe in same sex marriage, don’t marry anybody of the same sex!”
Give me my equal rights cuz,
I am a HUMAN! But that’s not what’s on t.v.
What do we want?!
Equal rights!
When do we want it?!
Now...bitch!
What do we want?!
Equal rights!
When do we want it?!
Now...bitch!

The following are pictures shot by photographer Adam Bouska for the "No H8" campaign, these are all my really good friends.

Amber Sweet


Liam Silk


Alli D. Seigal

"Hell A" (A Poem)

So I wrote this poem shortly after I came back from my first trip to Europe in the summer of 2008. I wrote it solely as a personal monologue to be filmed in front of my actor/ director peers and the legendary Tony Award winning Mel Shapiro. I was going through a whole identity... not crisis, but just figuring out my place in this world, and especially my place as an artist and an actor in Los Angeles. What did it mean to really be an actor in L.A.? Well after seeing how other people in this world, Europeans, live life, I got really depressed and upset at some of the things I've been witnessing in L.A. for the last few years. This was supposed to be a monologue, but I felt so compelled to write a poem/ rap about it. And here it is...


"Hell A"

Ladies and gentleman, boy and girls,
Do you want to hear something that may rock your world?
You may find it hard, or you may find it easy,
How can I express myself without sounding preachy?
I know I’m not the smartest, but I can tell you what I know,
so sit back, and relax, turn your cell phone off, and enjoy the show...
It can be hard to live in a city, that can make you feel shitty,
Especially if you are part of the itty bitty titty committee,
Where everywhere you turn looks like a strip mall,
When nobody helps you, when you fall.
Where people put you on the defense, when they attack,
Where they smile in your face, and stab you in the back.
And everyone orders egg whites, no carbs, and smoked lox,
You got baby showers, with baby books and botox,
It’s the law to work out, and it’s a crime to be fat,
And people act like they’re somebody, and think they’re all that,
I moved here to follow a dream, but now I see it’s real truth,
Where there is eye candy everywhere, and I had the sweet tooth,
Sometimes we get lost, in this materialistic havoc,
And spend a quarter of our lives, stuck in traffic.
How have we become so obsessed with Miley and Lindsey?
When we should help others with problems like Britney and Whitney.
I’m not sure how long I can stand these actresses getting thinner and thinner.
I don’t want my life to be a packaged tour, or a boring microwave dinner,
I’ve met countless talkers, very few walkers,
Some crazy stalkers, and some cool hip hoppers,
But after a while it became predictable,
It’s all about money in this industry, and we’re all replaceable,
The nice cars, the nice bling, can put us in a state of confusion,
In the end, these things are just, things, an evil illusion,
I’ve partied with the stars, been to the hottest clubs, gotten thru the velvet rope,
And I’ve been offered money, sex, cocaine, and all kinds of dope.
In the end of it all, I see that this city of angels has some of its devils,
That can feed you happiness in a bottle, and make you feel like your up another level.
“To each their own,” but we are so much more, than following Hollywood fashion,
Just be true to yourself, don’t forget why you came here, and follow your passion.