First of all, it’s not begging. It’s giving others the opportunity to partner with us in making the world a better place. It really fucking is. We have such powerfully embedded limiting beliefs around corralling support that we end up feeling, and acting, like we have to do everything alone. We don’t. We’re tribal. We’re human. We revel in coming together and fighting for a good cause.
My wife, Cindy, has been working on an important film that exposes the violence that women in our worldwide societies experience on a day-to-day basis. It’s raw, it’s real, it’s painful (I cried when I watched the rough cut), and we need to bring this shit into the collective consciousness.
It’s not just all women being harassed, it’s particularly women of color. Unconscious testicle transporters acting-out their insecurities, bullying those they see as weaker, need to be brought to justice, brought into the light, brought into awareness, and woken the fuck up. I’m done with this bullshit. Leave women alone!
My friend in France did this when he saw a woman being assaulted on a train. He stood up and he walked over to this prick and he told him to stop. STOP! STOP THIS INSANITY. And this little slimy twat got off at the next stop and challenged my friend to a fight. A fight about what? To prove that he really is an honorable man, even though he takes his anger out on his now-ex girlfriend? These idiots need to grow up and learn how to be real men.
It’s not the responsibility of women and people of color to solve this. It’s our responsibility, as men, as white men. I’m so angry about this injustice. I have tears in my eyes right now. We need to come together and solve this problem.
Yeah, so I email people about my wife’s film and I feel guilty about asking for money. But I’ve come to realize that I get to step off the treadmill for a moment and actually CONNECT with my friends. I get to talk about something that matters to me, something that’s important.
Cindy spilled her emotional guts out into a script, sharing something that society tells her she should “SHUT UP” about. Then other people of color helped her edit it, encouraging her, supporting her. And then, somehow, she was able to develop the courage to push it into production. I had no idea about the time, effort, complexity, and skill that goes into producing a film, even just a short film like this. Being on set with dozens of highly skilled people was mind-blowing.
Now we have a film. It’s like a little baby. It’s needs a village. It need support and encouragement. It needs to be funded. We want you to join us in getting this film into the worldwide film festivals and in front of people who can pick it up and distribute it. This is important.
I’m so grateful to all the people who have already stood behind this, and held it up, and honored it. Thank you. I don’t know how to express how thankful Cindy and I am. This needs to happen.
Please join us here.
