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NBA Hall of Famer Earvin “Magic” Johnson and his wife, Cookie, took to social media to wish their son, EJ Johnson, a happy birthday and to show continued support for him.
On Magic’s Instagram account, he posted a picture of himself with EJ and offered the 31-year-old encouragement as he told him to “keep living your truth.”
“Happy Birthday to my son, EJ!! I love your pure heart and creativity! Keep living your truth, it’s what I love about you most! Have a great day
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Another beautiful Instagram birthday tribute, from EJ’s mother, garnered nearly 16,000 likes and hundreds of comments.
“Happy birthday, my @ejjohnson_! You are my great love! I pray that the Lord will have favor on you and bless you abundantly in your 31st year.
Love you sweetheart,
Mom”
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In 2022, Magic discussed his relationship with his son in the Apple TV+ docuseries “They Call Me Magic.” He admitted that he struggled with accepting that EJ was gay. Although close friends of EJ knew of his sexual preference, his parents were unaware. Magic recalled that Cookie knew before him and had to convince him to speak to EJ about it before he departed to attend college in New York at NYU.
In an interview with Variety, the Los Angles Laker legend said, “I had to accept who he was and who he wanted to be. He actually helped me get there. Because he was so proud. Cookie said, ‘Look in the mirror.’ I said, ‘You’re right.’ Because I’m proud of who I am. And he got it from me.”
“He changed me,” Magic stated. “He was so proud. This dude here is just so proud of who he is.”
NBA Hall of Famer Earvin “Magic” Johnson and his wife, Cookie, took to social media to wish their son, EJ Johnson, a happy birthday and to show continued support for him.
On Magic’s Instagram account, he posted a picture of himself with EJ and offered the 31-year-old encouragement as he told him to “keep living your truth.”
“Happy Birthday to my son, EJ!! I love your pure heart and creativity! Keep living your truth, it’s what I love about you most! Have a great day”
View this post on Instagram
Another beautiful Instagram birthday tribute, from EJ’s mother, garnered nearly 16,000 likes and hundreds of comments.
“Happy birthday, my @ejjohnson_! You are my great love! I pray that the Lord will have favor on you and bless you abundantly in your 31st year.
Love you sweetheart,
Mom”
View this post on Instagram
In 2022, Magic discussed his relationship with his son in the Apple TV+ docuseries “They Call Me Magic.” He admitted that he struggled with accepting that EJ was gay. Although close friends of EJ knew of his sexual preference, his parents were unaware. Magic recalled that Cookie knew before him and had to convince him to speak to EJ about it before he departed to attend college in New York at NYU.
In an interview with Variety, the Los Angles Laker legend said, “I had to accept who he was and who he wanted to be. He actually helped me get there. Because he was so proud. Cookie said, ‘Look in the mirror.’ I said, ‘You’re right.’ Because I’m proud of who I am. And he got it from me.”
“He changed me,” Magic stated. “He was so proud. This dude here is just so proud of who he is.”
A good writer would start this piece off with something personal then seamlessly blend in the review portion for Across the Spider-Verse. A great writer would weave in social commentary and metaphor to show the height of the pedestal Across the Spider-Verse is sitting at. A real writer would be unbiased throughout their review. …We’re going for two of three with this one, guys. I remember in 2018, when I, in New York, and fellow Co-Founder William Evans, who lives in Ohio, were watching Into the Spider-Verse, and we both said to ourselves, “He’s the greatest. Spider-Man is the greatest of all time.” As I sat and watched Across the Spider-Verse, this time, I thought to myself, Miles Morales has transformed and changed what it means to tell a Spider-Man story.
Directed by Joaquim Dos Santos, Kemp Powers, and Justin K. Thompson, Across the Spider-Verse brings us back to multiverse, this time with Gwen Stacy (Emma Myers) literally drumming up a storm. Your girl is going through it, and this time, it’s her turn to narrate. We get a reminder of what Gwen has been through as well as the foreshadowing of the choices and hurt that lay ahead. We see that the actions taken from the last movie have caused ramifications across the multiverse still. We see villains popping up in the wrong universe. Which leads to Gwen meeting the folks cleaning up those messes: Spider Woman, Jessica Drew (Issa Rae) and 2099 Spider-Man Miguel O’Hara (Oscar Isaac). Fam, the opening fight these three take part in with the Renaissance era depiction of the Vulture broke my mind. We can come back to that tho. We then join Miles Morales with a year and some change under his belt as Brooklyn’s Spider-Man. Our guy is struggling, yall. Boyo is 15, trying to be Spider-Man, and now its cutting into his personal life, especially his family time.
Across the Spider-Verse: The Hood’s Best Storyteller
Miles Morales is juggling a lot of things in this movie. We’re seeing the classic balancing act of secret identity and superheroing fumbling. Miles out here missing classes, family events, and getting real aggy at the situation. Meanwhile, as Spider-Man, shit getting trying as well. Things then anti-escalate as we meet the villain of the movie, The Spot (Jason Schwartzman). The Spot is a low-level villain, hilariously doing some very pathetically petty crime (robbery) in order to get by. Mans is literally paint white with black holes all over his face and body that act as portals. Dude’s life fucking sucks, and so do his circumstances.
He is really down bad. Meanwhile, Miles is making jokes while brushing him off as a Z-list villain. These actions hold dire consequences that unravel as the story goes on. Also, when you see who he is, you’re goin lose it. I love this angle. For me, it shows a mistake on Miles underestimating a villain going through it, and it coming back to bite him later on. Jason Schwartzman does the perfect job of having Spot sound and feel very pathetic. It’s the only word that can best describe him and his actions. You feel sorry for him and even like his off-beat charm. Much like Miles in the Into the Spider-Verse, he just wants to be taken seriously.
Another part of this story is isolation and a feeling of belonging. This is truly where the story takes off. Miles is pretty alone as a Spider-Man but then to discover, by reuniting with Gwen, that there’s a whole assembly of Spider-People that he for some reason can’t be apart of creates a huge analogy for gatekeeping, acceptance, and trust that can be shown in Across the Spider-Verse. It’s truly amazing to see these different iterations of Spider-Man.
I truly loved how each Spider-Person moved and used their webs uniquely. Gwen is incredibly graceful, the ballerina shoes are such a great touch to show off her footwork and finesse. Issa Rae’s Jessica Drew is amazing. That woman really loves her motorcycle and out here putting Johnny Blaze to shame with the way she was ghost riding the whip while preggers. The Spider-Man of India Pavitr Prabhakar (Karan Soni) may be the most intricate Spider-Man with how he incorporates his bangle web shooters with his webs. A favorite for me is Spider-Punk, Hobie Brown (Daniel Kaluuya). From his British accent to his anarchist punk rock personality, Hobie Brown is an incredible supporting character for Miles. The way he inserts and exits himself from situations is so smooth. I am a huge fan in the way he shows up.
Somewhere I Belong
It’s no secret that we see two Spider-Men, Miguel O’Hara and Miles Morales, at odds with one another. I won’t get into why, but I will get into how these are Spider-Men at very different points in their lives. A realist vs an optimist. Miguel has been trying to maintain order in the multiverse and cleaning up after Miles’ mess with the collider from the Into the Spider-Verse. Miguel believes Miles can’t see the big picture for a certain reason involving Miles. Oscar Isaac does a great job showcasing the frustration Miguel is dealing with in trying to keep the web of the multiverse together for Spider-People. Miles, on the other hand, is not with the shits in any capacity that Miguel is selling. Miles can’t be told shit about Miguel’s way of doing things because that shit is wild. It comes down to the choices heroes make and the choices that the universe makes for us. Miguel is an immovable object. Whereas Miles’ mother, Rio Morales (Lauren Vélez), serves as the foundation for Miles this time around.
Rio feels like the parent that’s in the forefront for this film, similar to how Miles’ father Jefferson (Brian Tyree Henry) was in the last film. Rio wants to know what’s goin on with Miles, she’s frustrated that he ain’t saying what’s up, she sees him pulling back, but then at the same time realizes she has to give the kid space. As much as the focus of this film is on Spider-Man, the Spider-Verse franchise does an incredible job incorporating family into the story. Rio gives a speech to Miles about not letting anyone tell him where he belongs and not changing who he is if it means other’s acceptance. This ain’t any CW-type drama. This is incredibly nuanced and carefully crafted dialogue. Rio’s speech feels on par with Sally Field as Aunt May in Amazing Spider-Man giving Peter Parker the “You’re my boy” speech. Screenplay writers Chris Miller, Phil Lord, and David Callaham give every character in this film dialogue that enhances their part as the moving parts of this movie.
“Spray Paint and Ink Pens, I Use to Write in Every Color I Think in”
There’s a lot to be said about the artwork of this movie. Across the Spider-Verse feels like it’s breathing life into a comic book. You just feel like you are watching a comic book come to life on the big screen. The trippy part is when that comic you’re watching gets entangled with all these different characters whose worlds are different comic books, with different art styles, colors, and feelings. Visually, this movie is the best type of overwhelming. There’s so many intricate things going on that you are guaranteed to miss, unless you watch again. This is a movie made to be watched multiple times. The opening fight scene with the Vulture drawn in the renaissance era type of art is incredible. Seeing these different art styles for characters clash together makes this movie a beautiful mosh pit. Across the Spider-Verse had so many different artists contributing to this film, and it really shows.
Visually the movie didn’t play it safe, they really went out there and did something different with a hint of familiar. Stack that next to the soundtrack for the film, and man…this movie is just such a monster. The art and music really help as a second narrator in the film. Everything can feel so jarring and serene at various points and at the same time. It’s so hard to describe how good this film is. I know what I saw, but I keep thinking to myself, “What the hell did I just see?”. Isn’t that the mark of a great movie tho? It’s been 5 years since the first film. You can truly tell how much time went into this sequel visually. The way is long but good lord, it’s so worth it.
The biggest compliment I can give to Across the Spider-Verse isn’t even a compliment, it’s just a fact. You gotta see this shit to believe this shit. Capturing the feel of this movie in words feels impossible. You feel that it is going down one particular path, then just like with the multiverse, we see all these different canon (nexus if you nasty) points appear, and you have no idea where this shit is going. Once you arrive, you’re glad you got there tho.
Across the Spider-Verse is playing in all theaters and the finale, as rumor has it, comes out in March 2024. Go and see Miles Morales take cinema by storm on the road for best superhero trilogy.
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Happy Pride Month! We’d like to share a longer read on a cross-over between coming out as a gaming nerd and a lesbian. It is part autobiography, part short story (credit to biomythography and Audre Lorde), but pure Black Nerd Problems. This is a long one, but something we think will move you. Have some Halo history and have lots of Pride.
Girl Stuff
The first time I played Halo I was 11 years old, and it was at my best friend Danielle’s house. I remember it so vividly. It was one of the first times I recognized that there was a true difference between “boy stuff” and “girl stuff.” I mean sure, my mom always asked for the girl toy at McDonald’s and never thought to ask me if I wanted a Hot Wheels car, but even then it never dawned on me because well…she never asked. It never really mattered to me until that moment.
Danielle’s dad was a retired Army Captain, so they had it pretty well off. They lived in one of those gated Army Reserve Suburb communities. Giant brick homes with huge backyards. The inside of their home was just as you’d imagine a Black suburban family home. White walls, black leather couches, and random scattered African artwork including Leroy Cambell and Synthia Saint James paintings. (You know the paintings of Black people with no faces. The ones everybody has.) Even though they were scattered with seemingly no purpose, they were there to remind you that you were indeed in a Black family home.
Danielle and I had plans: nails to paint, shit to talk about the girls in gymnastics, and what we thought about the boys in gymnastics. I was about these plans but as we were walking up the stairs I heard gunshots that sounded like lasers. My head immediately whipped around to the direction of Ryan’s room — Danielle’s older brother. “Ryan got a new game system. He’s been in there for days.” My attention was completely snatched. “Can we go check it out?” I asked.
We sat and watched Ryan play Halo for the rest of the day. It was literally the coolest thing I had seen in my life. That’s kinda sad, but it’s true. This was the first ‘Rating M for Mature’ game I was exposed to. The live gun violence and killing aliens had me shook and hooked. I had never seen a video game world that I wanted to exist in before. I grew up playing Mortal Kombat, Mario, and Smash Bros, but nothing had ever taken my attention like this. “So the Halo Ring Planet was created to move about the solar system attracting these aliens called The Flood. Once they infest the Halo Ring, it self-destructs.” I didn’t understand a word Paul said, but I was down.
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“Wanna play?” Ryan asked.
The chunky ass Xbox controller was not the easiest thing to understand. “Wait, I have to look with the left stick and move with the right? That doesn’t make sense.” I couldn’t move and look anywhere the first 10 times I tried to play. I kept getting killed and couldn’t even see from what direction.
“Glynn look up.”
“I can’t. It’s just not the way my thumb wants to move.”
Ryan grabbed my controller and went into the settings. “I’m setting you on inverted.”
He set the controller so that when I moved the stick up, I was looking down and vice versa. This changed everything. I was more coordinated with the movements, and I was living for it. Weirdly, so was Ryan. It felt like the first time he saw me as his equal. Ryan had always been that older brother that played pranks on us and always made it known that he was older; it was nice to find this common ground. Danielle left the room. She was over it.
Ryan and I played until their mom came in the room and told us to go to sleep. I got up and went into Danielle’s room. She was crying on her bed.
“Danielle, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“Do you like my brother? Why didn’t you come back to the room when I left?”
“I just really liked the game.”
“Whatever.” She sighed and turned away from me.
“Danielle, I just wanted to play the game. Why are you mad at me?”
“You were supposed to come over, and we were supposed to do stuff together. Girl stuff!”
I’d fucked up.
Age 11
Danielle’s 11th Birthday party was a few weeks later. I didn’t really know any of her other friends. I just knew that their parents were also retired Army veterans, and they all went to the same church and schools. I was a low-key outsider. Not only that, Danielle was my best friend and something about having to fight for her attention at this party was not sitting well with me. It made me understand how I’d made her feel the other night by hanging out with Ryan. But no 11-year-old is aware of their actions nor analyzing their feelings like that. The emotions just bottle up like crazy, and then BAM, you act out.
There were 5 other girls at Danielle’s house. We had just finished having cake and watching a movie in the living room downstairs — some white girl rom-com. Side note: Can we talk about how there are soo many white teen rom-coms but no Black teen ones? Like, yes, we had Raven, but that was it, and look where that got her…and us…a lack of Black teen rom-coms.
Anyways, things got a little crazy later that night. The lights were off but of course, no one was ready to go to sleep and Karen, Danielle’s friend, made sure of that. Karen was a few years older than us. She was in 7th grade, so we all wanted to impress her. “You all know what sex is right?” At 11, it’s tricky. You’ve heard the word. Your parents might have had a really rushed talk over what it is, but they were too nervous to really explain. Your older cousin uses the word “sexy” meaning “really cute” but there’s something about this word “sex” that has this higher meaning that you have no understanding of but know you it’s a really big deal.
“It’s when a guy sticks his penis in your vagina, and it’s supposed to be the most amazing feeling you’ve ever felt.” Whooooaaaaa. Some of the girls tried to pretend they knew. My sweet, sweet Danielle; completely traumatized. I knew what sex was from staying up really late at night after my parents had gone to sleep and watching late-night pornos on HBO, but I missed was that tiny detail. The HBO pornos never showed actual penetration. This was new ground.
“Wait, what?” I asked.
“Yeah girl, that’s what makes it feel so good. What did you think they were just rubbing privates together? How do you think babies are made?” More new ground.
“Can we talk about anything else?” Danielle asked. “I don’t want my parents to hear us.”
“They can’t hear us Danielle relax,” Karen assured her. “Wait, have you guys ever seen sex?” A couple of girls actually said no.
“I’ve seen it on TV,” I said.
“Okay we should demonstrate for them,” Karen said.
I freaked out so hard in that moment. How the hell were we going to demonstrate sex? Neither one of us had a dick! What exactly were we going to do? Also, we’re girls! What in the actual fuck was going on!? I had been laying on my sleeping bag the entire time and the next thing I knew, Karen had straddled herself on top of me and started making thrusting movements.
“This is what you do. You’re supposed to just like ride it.” I tried to keep it cool and let it happen. But secretly I was so down. Before I knew it my hands were around Karen’s waist. I low-key didn’t want her to stop.
“Wait are you liking this?” she asked looking down at me. The other girls started laughing. “Wait are you gay?”
The funny thing is looking back at this now I would have replied “Bitch, are you gay? You just straddled me and started this whole thing,” but I sat there and shook my head.
“Oh my God, you’re gay as shit.” Karen got off of me as if she’d found out I had the plague. Danielle got up and walked to the kitchen face buried in hands. “I bet you wanted to keep going,” one of the girls said. They all started laughing. I was over it. I jumped up and ran down the hall and up the stairs into Danielle’s room.
I did like it, and I did want to keep going. Why was that so bad? But why does that make me gay? I had never been with a boy or girl. My thoughts were interrupted by a female voice down the hall. “Sleep well? Did you miss me?” followed by gunshots and sirens. It was coming from Ryan’s room. I knocked and asked to come in.
Ryan and I played the Halo multiplayer campaign all night. This time I actually got to see the game and understand the story. I had never been this invested in a video game before. The coolest aspect and my favorite character of the Halo game was Cortana — the female hologram/artificial intelligence who guides the Master Chief through his missions. That was fucking lit. You have all these men running around in this game screaming and crying that work for the space army scared as shit on this damn ring, even Captain Keyes ass got captured by The Flood. The one person that has the ability to locate him and figure out how to deactivate the Halo ring so the covenant doesn’t figure out how to use it is Cortana. A woman, the only woman in the game. Not only that, she was made to be this glorified guidance technology that pretty much ran shit. She is the soul of Halo. Without her, Master Chief wouldn’t know what to do. He’d just be wack ass John Smith.
Ryan and I fell asleep on his floor. I woke up to their mom telling me my mom was there. I suddenly remembered what had happened. I was humiliated. Why? Discovering sexual energy. Tale as old as time. I got up and went downstairs. Karen was eating eggs at the table with Danielle. The other girls had left. I got my things. I went over to Danielle. “Are you mad at me?” I asked. She said no but didn’t say anything else. “Okay bye.”
That was weird.
Age 15
The ending to Halo 3 is savage as fuck. The ring is self-destructing, and you have to get you, Cortana, and the Arbiter off of it and on to an escape ship. Even more brutal, you’re driving a warthog over falling and exploding panels for what seems like forever. It literally looks like space hell. Architecture is blowing up and collapsing over on top of you. Covenant and the Flood are coming at you from all angles. Then on top of everything Cortana has you on a countdown. This took me like 10 times to get through. As you seamlessly glide away into the abyss while watching the ring explode, Cortana comments on how much had been lost and the damage that was done. Master Chief looks at her and says, “We’ll be alright.” Calm as hell, as if he didn’t just almost die. Halo 3 ends with Master Chief hopping into a cryo-chamber and passing out for a few thousand years as Cortana patiently waits for him to wake.
High school and the end of Halo 3 are the exact same thing. A bunch of insane hormone-driven, teenage creatures, in Ugg boots, blowing up, destroying each other, and trying to kill you. Not only that, you battle with issues that you don’t even know are actual things yet, issues like depression, microaggressions, and of course labels. All you’re trying to do is get to the end so you can get the fuck out of there.
I spent most of high school trying to pretend that I didn’t have feelings for girls. Like I tucked that shit down into my soul to the point where I believed I was straight and then wasted time trying to figure out why shit wasn’t working out with guys.
In high school, my best friend was Jasmine Wright. She was a God-fearing cheerleader who’s older brother Austin was on the football team. She lived like a mile away from me, across the street from our middle school. She was the definition of a Black girl with a bit of privilege. I don’t remember exactly what her parents did, but they were loaded. Not only that, but Jasmine’s father was one of the football coaches and a Deacon at the church down the street. Everyone knew the family and respected them. Jasmine and I bonded off of Kat Williams, polo shirts, greasing down our baby hairs into perfect swoops across our foreheads, and how we were going to lose our virginity. Dumb shit.
Jasmine and I were unnecessarily close. We talked on the phone like every night. We told each other every single thing we were thinking, and even made a pact that we would lose our virginity same day, same place, same time. Like, who does that? I just remember a part of me wanting the closeness of her being there to feel safe. We did a lot of shit together. One night we went to a teen club with her brother and his friend. However, once we got in the club, we bailed and went to hang out with these rando-guys that we had met on Ocean Drive. No fucks! Fifteen!
That night I lost my virginity in the back of a Dodge Charger in front of Jasmine because the pressure was too much. Jasmine had broken our psycho virginity pact and told me that night. I felt super behind and needed to play catch up. I was really pissed at her.
“Were you just like not going to say anything?”
“Glynn calm down it’s not that big of a deal? Why are you tripping? Did you think we were going to have some huge orgy or something?”
I didn’t know what I thought honestly. I just thought that it would be the thing that solidified my closeness to her as a human being — aka satisfy my repressed feelings for wanting to explore the same sex. I could also tell that Jasmine was beginning to think that I was a weirdo.
Age 16
So my birthday was a couple weeks after and Jasmine did nothing. It was as if she forgot. I didn’t even get a text. Nothing made sense that day, to be honest. Last period, I was in theater class. I was furious, and I knew that as soon as that bell rang I had to go confront her at her locker. My theater friends tried to comfort me and tell me it would be fine once rehearsal started later that day. Five minutes later, my ass was down the hall in a rampage. I jogged all the way down to Jasmine’s locker knowing she would be coming down the stairs any second to get her bag. Jasmine’s locker was at a 3-way classroom intersection in the sophomore hallway so mad students started coming out of classrooms from every direction. Then the stairway door opened, and Jasmine came out with 2 other girls. She looked at me like this -_-.
“So did you forget or something? Like what the fuck. I even texted you, and you didn’t respond?”
“Glynn! I’m not your fucking girlfriend!” She yelled. Mad people froze in the hallway and started screaming.
“Yoooooooooo!!!!!!! Glynn’s gay!”
In that moment, the panels were breaking underneath my warthog. Cortana and I had fallen to our fiery-yet-cold-space-hell death. Jasmine’s friend stood next to her like a bodyguard and kept looking at me like she wanted to throw hands. I stepped forward but then I felt a hand pull me back. My friend Morgan from theater was standing behind me: “Glynn, it’s okay. Come back to class.” She pulled me down the hall. I was traumatized and crying. “Glynn, it’s going to be okay.
This fucked me up. The part of me that I had kept tucked away had been dragged to the surface. It felt like someone had peeled my skin. The funny thing is, I was never in love with Jasmine or anything like that. In some way, our friendship had taken the place of a romantic relationship, and it reflected. I was conflicted, embarrassed, and mentally exhausted. The last thing I wanted was to make Jasmine uncomfortable, but I never expected this shit to happen. Where was my cryo chamber that I could just pass out in for four years?
Thinking back to the end of Halo 2 and during Halo 3, I think of the Arbiter. The Arbiter is a disgraced commander of the Covenant elite who serves until death as punishment for his failures. As the game goes on, the Arbiter learns the truth behind the Halo Rings and why The Prophets — the Covenant alien leaders — want full control over them. They aim to wipe out all sentient life in the galaxy for an unexplained “higher power.” Once he realizes the facts, the Arbiter betrays the Covenant to stand with humanity in the fight for existence. In other words, the Arbiter is a fucking G. He betrays his entire race in an instant to save life! And shit, who wouldn’t? If your entire race was set to annihilate the planet, you bet your ass you’d be quick to team up with the opposing side!
When viewpoints are this extreme it’s easier to see what is right and wrong. It’s easier to see what you stand for because the lines become clear as fuck. When “Glynn’s gay!” was shouted across the hall, a part of me died. I saw a clear line between the person who I was pretending to be and the person I was — someone attracted to the same sex. It was time to start letting go of everything that I was pretending to be.
College
Halo: Reach came out that September. It is by far my favorite Halo game because it was the prequel to the entire series. You find out so much shit before the Pillar of Autumn take-down. I started at Stevenson University pretty much at the same time the game was released. Probably the best thing about that school was that there was a GameStop right down the hill. Halo: Reach sold out within a week at the GameStop. It was pure madness. There were Halo tournaments everywhere: in dorms, in the main hall on the weekends. This was so exciting for me because I never really had a mass amount of people to play against in person. I mean, of course, the group consisted of a bunch of frat douche bags, but at least I was doing something I loved. Doing something that felt right. Doing something to distract me from my toxic, secret relationship at the time.
After the Jasmine shenanigans, I had found solace with my theater friends. I discovered my love for musical theater and acting — as a sexually confused teen girl does. Spring Awakening showed me that self-discovery was definitely a work in progress. Rent showed me that there was nothing wrong with being gay. Morgan had convinced me to audition for Little Shop of Horrors at the teen theater company down the street from our school. Surprisingly I got the role of Ronnette, double-cast with Nadia Thompson.
I fell in love with Nadia hard. The way she carried herself with so much confidence and attitude struck a nerve inside of me that I couldn’t shake. She was a powerhouse performer: incredible singer, dancer, and actress. I had no idea how I got double-cast next to her. She should have been the only Ronnette to be honest. Eventually, Nadia became my best friend even though she hated my guts at first. She thought I was super annoying, because I always wanted to be around her. I was obsessed, but this time it wasn’t subconsciously. I would call her after school, and if she didn’t pick up, I drove over to her house and knocked on her door until she answered. She’d be mad at first but then she was always down to go get fro-yo and listen to The Color Purple soundtrack in my Jeep. Those were some of my favorite days.
Time passed and we eventually got really drunk at a friend’s house and hooked up. It was all up, down, sideways, and diagonal from there. When we woke up the next day, she freaked out, swore that she was going to go to hell, and that she never wanted to see me again. But as you can guess, that was not the last time Nadia and I saw each other. We had rehearsal that day and all the same friends. We tried to move on as if nothing had happened, but our attraction grew stronger. We started hooking up in secret at friends’ houses, at my house after rehearsal, and eventually, I told her how I felt. I told her that I was in love with her and had been since Little Shop. Then I told her that I would ask her to be my girlfriend every day until she said yes. When she did, I was ecstatic but was completely unprepared for the next 2 years ahead.
Growing Pains
We didn’t tell anyone. Not even our two best friends Ron, who was out, and Mason, who had begun to come out around graduation. We were two beta fish trapped in a fishbowl leading double lives, still pretending that we were into guys. Nothing made sense anymore, especially when Nadia started treating me like absolute shit. She would get distant at parties, make fun of me to all of our friends constantly while I did my best to play it off and play along. After all, I got that she was just doing her best to make it seem like nothing was up; however, it started to feel way too real. At Stevenson, most of my free time went to calling her and texting her, and when I didn’t she assumed I was cheating or doing something crazy. I couldn’t even think. Most weekends her and Ron would drive up and spend the night. I was in love, but I knew I was missing out on growing.
Besides that struggle, I was also dealing with environmental struggles: for example, my roommate Ashley. Ashley had no home training or respect for other people’s space. She would constantly turn the heat up for no reason. Her track glue was on every surface. She would bring a boy in at any time of the night when we had 9am classes the next day. I’m not going to lie — when Nadia would come over on the weekend, we definitely did our thing, but we were discreet about it and respectful. We never did anything in front of her. I mean it was definitely this unspoken thing that I’m sure Ashley knew, like why were these two girls sleeping heads next to each other in a twin size bed, but she never said anything until this one particular night.
I had just gotten back from playing Halo down the hall and had to work early in the morning at Panera Bread. Two hours into my sleep, I wake up to Ashley and some guy coming in and fucking loud as hell next to me. I had had it. I got up, looked at them butt-ass naked in front of me.
“Ashley, what the actual fuck? I have work in a few hours can you not?”
“Oh, whatever Glynn. This is my room just as much as it is yours,” she said as if she wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was over it. I had to pull out the sniper: “Ashley, you do this like every other night with a different guy, like this is so fucking disrespectful.”
Headshot.
The guy spoke up, “A different guy? Really Ashley?” The guy got up and started putting on his clothes. Ashley tried to stop him as if there was a chance that they’d be able to keep going, but the guy got his things and dipped.
“Wow Glynn. For real? That’s really fucked up. You know what, fuck you!” Ashley got up and started putting on her clothes, but then she stopped to say something to me that I will never forget in my life. “You know what Glynn? I know what the fuck you are?” she meant for that to be a bullet to my head, but it was actually ammo for me.
“What? Ashley What? What the fuck am I? GAY? A LESBIAN? Tell me something I don’t fucking know! And while you’re at it, go tell everyone else down the fucking hall!”
I had never felt so much like myself. She stood there half naked and stunned. There was nothing left to say. She grabbed her shirt and ran out of the dorm to chase that boy. I sat up in my bed completely overstimulated by what just happened. I had just came out at the top of my lungs in my dorm room. HA! Yes! I like women! Go fuck yourself, Ashley! And Karen AND Jasmine for that matter. I was done letting people out me. If anyone is going to out me it’s going to be my own damn self.
Pillar of Autumn
The end of Halo: Reach is one of the saddest and most thrilling endings of any game in the series. You’re playing as the Noble 6 Spartan. Your last mission is to sacrifice yourself so that the Pillar of Autumn can launch with a preserved Master Chief. Once the ship launches, your only objective is to survive. After thwarting a few packs of Covenant, more keep coming and eventually 2 Elites come and slay you with their Energy Swords. The last shot is of Noble 6’s helmet in the sand.
Obviously, Halo all these years didn’t make me gay. However, Halo has been around all along for me and in some ways it helped me get through the pains and confusion of hiding my true self. Being into video games was already a thing that my girlfriends didn’t take seriously, but I could easily flip them the bird and press Start. Coming out was hard, but it was the “no fucks given” way of thinking about gaming that paved the way for me to stand up against Ashley and not give a fuck about coming out.
That’s how you have to go about everything to protect what you like and want to do; your energy over-all. That’s you just being you. When you don’t care about what others think, you allow yourself to be you. Bottom line: No matter how ridiculous life can get, and no matter how many people try to label you, out you, and degrade you, if you can stick with the things that you like and want you will stay rooted within yourself. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not a complete walk in the park. But sometimes we have to fight off several packs of Covenant in order to launch our Pillar of Autumn.
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Jessie Maple, who broke barriers and impacted Black women’s access to cinematography and directing, passed away on May 30. She was 86 years old.
Maple’s career as a trailblazing cinematographer led her into directing. She was the first Black woman to write and direct an independent feature-length film in post-civil rights America.
Prior to becoming a journalist for the New York Courier, Maple ran a laboratory during the 1960s and 1970s. Yet, after attending Ossie Davis’ Third World Cinema at the National Education Television Training School, Maple quickly turned her attention to the entertainment industry. In 1974, Maple and her husband, Leroy Patton, founded LJ Productions and operated a venue in Harlem that screened films by independent Black filmmakers.
Also in the 1970s, Maple became the first Black woman to join the International Photographers of Motion Picture & Television Union and to be a member of the Film Editor’s Union and the Cinematographer’s Union. She compiled her experiences of breaking into the profession in a film videotape entitled, How to Become a Union Camerawoman. Maple talks in detail in the film about the lengthy legal battle that led to her admission into the New York Camera Operators’ union. Even after she was admitted, they told the studios not to hire her, which led to her being blacklisted. What they didn’t count on was the fight she had inside of her. So, she sued all the major networks — ABC, CBS, and NBC — and won.
Maple ran into many obstacles making her films, and struggled with finding a venue that would premiere them. So, in 1982, she founded 20 West Theater, Home of Black Cinema in Harlem for showcasing films created by independent and Black filmmakers.
When we talk about Black women breaking barriers, I always connect that with Black freedom, which has been an uphill battle in all aspects of society, including the entertainment industry. Black people have certainly made strides in front of and behind the camera in recent years, but Black women — who are a double and sometimes a triple minority — have often faced more obstacles than their male counterparts, especially when the stories center Black women.
Maple worked for years as a new camerawoman and realized she could “edit the story in the camera and prevent the editor from taking a positive story and making a negative one out of it,” particularly in stories with a race element where Black people were often left out of the news story. In the book Shooting Women: Behind the Camera, Around the World, she explains, “I would shoot the story in a way they couldn’t cut the Black person out of it. They had to see both sides of what happened and what they had to say.”
Moviemaking became a way for Maple to bring a different representation of Black people to the world. Her 1981 film Will featured a then-unknown actor Loretta Devine in a story of a girls’ basketball coach battling heroin addiction while raising a 12-year-old adopted boy. The film included graphic depictions of drug use, including a scene where the boy snorts cocaine and explores the effect of drugs on individuals, their families, and their communities. But more importantly, it shared the positive results of overcoming addiction.
Maple also wrote and directed the 1989 film, Twice as Nice, about twin sisters who play basketball. In addition, Maple discussed her career experiences in two documentaries — Sisters in Cinema (2003) and Women Behind Camera (2007).
Film is really a transformation of ideas and narrative into something we can understand and enjoy cinematically. Despite the sexism, misogynoir, and racism that reduced Black women to stereotypes on screen or left them unrecognized despite their contributions, they have always had a hand in making movies. As representation has expanded for Black women in Hollywood, both in front of and behind the camera, it might appear that Black women only recently began contributing to the cinema landscape. It might also seem as though there was a scarcity of Black women directors who preceded them. However, Black women writers, directors, and cinematographers have made an indelible impact on the cinema landscape.
Zora Neale Hurston’s films Children’s Games (1928), Logging (1928), and Baptism (1929) were a part of her work studying Black culture. Eloyce Gist’s films Hellbound Train (1930) and Verdict Not Guilty (1933) both focused on religious themes. Jane ‘Jennie’ Louise Van Der Zee Touissant Welcome, known as the “Legendary Harlemite”, co-directed and produced the 12-part documentary Doing Their Bit on Black soldiers in World War I. Decades later, Madeline Anderson became the first Black woman to direct a short film within the industry with her 1970 film I Am Somebody.
Ava Duvernay, Gina Prince-Bythewood, Issa Rae, Quinta Brunson, Michaela Coel and more are creating prolific work that offers varied views of Black life and Black womanhood. They are actually trailblazers in their own right, opening doors and breaking barriers.
Jessie Maple Patton’s films, books, and unapologetic push to highlight discrimination and injustices within the news and entertainment industries will remain with us and continue to inspire generations of writers, directors, and filmmakers.