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Get to know the (Her)oic EK Bayer – Lesbian.com

Get to know the (Her)oic EK Bayer – Lesbian.com

EK BayerWhat is your writing life like? Do you write during the day, after work, etc.?
I used to write only when I was alone. Since March, my kids have been learning over Zoom, my wife has been working from home, and I am never alone. Writing, especially editing my book, requires a focus that I find very difficult to come by without solitude. Being in the anthology is amazing, as it forces me to remember that I write, that I have aspirations beyond surviving the pandemic with my home and family intact.

What are a few of your favorite essay or memoir writers? Why or what do you love about their work?
I recently read “Eye Of The Heart,” by Cynthia Bourgeault. It was an amazing read, and I have to read it again. She goes deep into the study of other realms and makes a case for humanness being a necessary component of grace, disproving the more common belief that the trappings of being human should be transcended. She is devoutly Christian, but her open-minded approach and memoir format is broad enough to include me, who is not.

Why do you think people should buy and read the anthology?
The stories in the anthology take me on such beautiful and profound journeys, I can’t choose one to highlight. I am humbled to be among this group of writers. Seriously, some are brilliant because of the artistry in the writing, others are raw and vulnerable windows into another world.

Did culture or identity play a role in your piece? Can you share more about how that cultural or identity experience has changed or been a part of your pandemic experience?
In my piece as well as through the pandemic, my queer identity is a backdrop. I’m never quite sure how it plays into my experience of motherhood. Very few of my gay friends became parents; most of my mom-friends I met through my kids. I wonder how this impacts my sense of community. Do we not have another family to pod with because our family doesn’t fit the moms-in-the-kitchen, dads-in-the-den thing? Are other straight moms as isolated as I am? It’s easy to blame being gay, but I think community is more complicated than that.

What is the theme in your piece (grief, love, hope, etc.) and how does it come through? Is that an ongoing theme in your work?
My anthology piece is about the struggle to remain connected to and supportive of my kids, which is an ongoing theme for me. I am perplexed by how open and connected we are with infants, and how that feeling erodes over time. I’m struck by this from my experience as a kid as well as a mom. I write about it a lot.

Did the pandemic affect your career? How?
The pandemic has totally stalled my writing career. My upcoming book publication has been cancelled with the same lack of a plan as my kids’ school reopening. Truthfully, the peril our country is in, between the pandemic, climate change and human rights, makes my book about having kids feel a bit off-topic. Then again, a story about human connection might be just what is needed right now. Anyway, I have to remember it’s not my job to judge, it’s my job to get it done.

How will your life be different than before the pandemic?
A lot has changed over the past year. Between the pandemic, politics, moving to a new home and peri-menopause, I can’t remember what life was like before. It will be a whole new era once we’re able to move on. Just like with every evolution, I hope to keep the good things I’ve learned and let go of the bad. Like – I’ve had more time to listen to my own voice, which is a double-edged gift, but I hope to keep the clarity that gives me. And, while my kids miss their friends and connections desperately, the isolation has freed them from some peer pressure. They are less inhibited now, so I hope to keep that.

Having been commissioned without pay by the CDC to isolate in a bubble with her wife and twin-boys due to a pandemic, EK has discovered she is not cut out to be a short-order chef or a homeschool teacher. Success is currently getting the twins out on a walk in their San Francisco neighborhood. If politics wasn’t so distracting, she could finish her novel. Find her occasionally at https://mamagrit.wordpress.com

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The Aché Project Exhibit – Lesbian.com

The Aché Project Exhibit – Lesbian.com

Black Lesbian Archives Presents: The Aché Project Exhibit. February 20th – March 28th, 2021! We will be discussing the rich herstory of The Aché Project also how we can bridge connections between each other within and beyond our own communities. Stay tuned! Flyer by Kru Maekdo @maekdoproductions#blacklesbianarchives #aché#exhibition #BLAACHE2021

February 20, 2021: The ACHE Project Virtual Exhibit Opening @ 4PM EST
February 21, 2021: The ACHE Project Panel Discussion @ 4PM EST
February 27, 2021: BLA Mobile Herstory Bus Campaign Presentation @ 4PM EST
March 5, 2021: The Origin of Your ACHE & Yoruba Spirituality Panel Discussion @ 4PM EST
March 13, 2021: The Berlin Years 1984 – 1992 Film Screening @ 1PM EST
March 14, 2021: The Berlin Years 1984 – 1992 Panel Discussion @ 4PM EST
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The Amazon Trail: COVID-19 Pioneer – Lesbian.com

The Amazon Trail: COVID-19 Pioneer – Lesbian.com

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Now that President Biden and Vice President Harris are in office, I’ve been able to have my first Covid 19 vaccine shot. It was no big deal. I went to our county fairgrounds expecting to be injected through my car window, the way I was tested. I thank my lucky stars the test was negative. I’m grateful to the medical profession that persisted in making tests and vaccines available despite the disinformation and profiteering of our former leaders.

Turned out, the vaccines were administered in the same exhibit building that’s used for our winter farmers’ market, a very familiar and reassuring space. The six-foot tables that usually serve to display crafts or local mushrooms and goat cheeses, were now place markers.

Two representatives of our Sheriff’s Mounted Posse, minus their mounts, stood at the door, masked and chatting with new arrivals. We weren’t exactly an unruly crowd—age seventy-five at the youngest—so there was little for them to do. Once inside, our temperatures were taken, we were sent along to show ID and turn in required paperwork. Some internet averse or disabled people filled out that paperwork on site, assisted by caretakers and community helpers.

One half hour was allotted for each group to be vaccinated. Firefighters led the way to makeshift corrals, maybe twelve foot by twelve foot, and to inadequately distanced folding chairs. No matter, it’s in the nature of groups to group, and people knew each other so there was never a chance some would voluntarily social distance, despite the fact that they were there to prevent dying in a pandemic.

The firefighters then deposited us, one at each end of the tables. I spotted non-gay neighbors in front of me and we cheerfully visited—at a distance. They’ve since invited me to ride with them for our second shots. That could have been fun and memorable, I thought later, especially if we gave one another the virus while enclosed in a car.

Which brought me back to the first inoculation I remember. I was in elementary school when American schoolchildren became guinea pigs for Dr. Salk’s vaccine. We waited on line outside the Flushing, Queens P.S. 20 gymnasium, in enforced quiet, dozens of solemn, worried kids. Personally, I was terrified of being shut inside an iron lung and welcomed the chance to avoid that fate.

The Covid 19 vaccines have emergency authorization; the polio shots were experimental. Some children received the actual inoculation, others a placebo. We filed into the gym and stopped at little stations staffed by who-knew-who. I asked this time, and confirmed that RNs were giving the Covid injections.

As Polio Pioneers, we received pins and certificates (which many of us still have, including me). Mothers of pupils volunteered to comfort us. I lucked out with a mom who put her arms around me and held me close during my ordeal. If I hadn’t already been a dyke, I would have become one from that experience alone—what pain?

The more recent injection was painless. For about two days afterward I couldn’t lift that arm without great discomfort, but as vulnerable elders, we accepted the necessity of inoculation with stoicism. There was a nurse for each row of recipients so those in the back were able to watch for horrendous reactions from the procedure. There were none.

The last corral was the observation room where we waited thirty minutes, in case we needed an epi pen or ambulance. The firefighters roamed among us, smiling and joking with people they knew, checking on us all. Eventually, we crammed together on line to schedule appointments for our second shots.

As a seasoned Polio Pioneer, sixty-odd years later, it strikes me as funny that I felt a little proud, just as I had in grade school, to be part of this mass health effort. There’s a bond now, between my neighbors and myself, that we went through the unknown together, that we believed in the science and the medicine and did our patriotic duty to keep America safe.

Before my observation period ended, I took a seat at one end of a long bench and exchanged greetings with a courageous man perhaps twenty-five years my senior. As I watched the clock, I considered myself lucky, way back when, to have received the real polio vaccine rather than the placebo. In the present, I know I’m lucky to have reached the current vaccine eligibility cutoff age. And lucky to have outlived the willful mismanagement of the Covid 19 pandemic.

Copyright Lee Lynch 2021 / February 2021

All Along the Watchtower – Lesbian.com

All Along the Watchtower – Lesbian.com

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Oh, hell, what can I say at a time like this? Did we think they’d simply go away?

When angry white criminals occupied the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge in Oregon back on January 2, 2016, and the seven miscreants were charged with federal conspiracy and weapons violations only to go scot free;

When, in the 1980s and 1990s angry white Christians organized to legalize discrimination against their scapegoats-of-the-day, gays, in order to build a vast political machine;

When a woman was killed by a white supremacist at the Unite the Right rally in Charlottesville, Virginia;

When people of color are daily, hourly, victims of “officers of the law”;

With Southern Poverty Law Conference workers putting their lives in jeopardy to identify and expose hate groups;

With the American Civil Liberties Union and its sister social justice organizations unendingly trying to bring equality to a country that can’t or won’t provide it for its citizens;

When sixty-four million voters choose a money-grubbing, power-grabbing, morally empty, strangely uneducated cheater to rule them, and make an American idol of him;

When you’re Jewish, or your skin isn’t white, or you’re female, or your affectional preference scares people enough to make you a threat and a target;

When Americans bomb their neighbors;

When it’s dangerous to represent the citizens who elected you—we need to pay attention. We need to acknowledge that anti-democratic power is quietly accruing and will lash out; will harm rather than protect this too-trusting nation.

These rightist protestors are angry that gays can marry, they’re angry about a woman, especially a woman of color, becoming our vice president. They’re angry because they can’t get ahead, can’t pay their medical bills, can’t put anything away for retirement. This anger is passed from generation to generation and as we become a more just and equal nation some of these Americans blame the newly enfranchised for taking away their jobs, or their right to be better than whoever is lowest on their totem poles. They’re striking back, but at the wrong people.

Right wing demonstrators apparently think wealthy Republicans represent them. Socially, they may. But it’s not affirmative action taking bread off their tables, it’s not gay marriage siphoning off the middle class. It’s not “satanic” Democrats lowering taxes on big business or cutting food stamps, gutting Medicaid, and threatening to weaken Medicare and Social Security. Democrats are not the ones passing laws to weaken unions nor are they making it easier to give U.S. jobs to countries guilty of child labor, sweatshops, and pitiful wages.

Republicans are for big business. There’s a mutually beneficial relationship there: corporations fund their political campaigns and elected officials do corporations’ bidding. Like voting to consider corporations equal to humans. The campaign donations are used, in part, to target voters who are told that Democrats, progressives, socialists, liberals, whatever trigger word works, are harming Americans. The demonization is passed through certain churches, through organizations like the N.R.A., through some charter schools, through media designed for the purpose of telling lies.

They spread lies that smeared intelligent and capable Hillary Clinton so thoroughly that an insecure, bankrupt-prone idiot who knows nothing about government, foreign affairs, economics—about anything necessary to the office of President of the United States—was elected. Now, because he pandered to the anger and frustration of a populace frightened of change, opposed to inclusiveness, looking for a miracle, they seem to believe an economic evangelist con man will lead the way to riches untold.

We should have expected it and done more to stop it. This is a capitalist nation. Nothing wrong with that. Except, when Republicans eased the restrictions on corporations, they unleashed a money-grubbing free-for-all.

Unfettered capitalism is greed, pure and simple. Greed for profit and greed for power. And that’s what we have today, universal greed. Instead of taking care of its citizens, our government feeds that greed, starving those it was supposed to serve and protect, telling them all the while who to blame. While destroying the economy for the average American, these shameless elected corporate automatons duped laid-off factory workers, ex-service people, unstable wanna-be rebel leaders. Duped them not into a revolution, but into murderous, cock-a-hoop self-sabotage.

The Republicans aren’t sitting in jails, the corporations aren’t sharing their riches. These dissenters, tools of a corporate, big brother world, aren’t going away. We, the people, cannot look away any more.

Copyright Lee Lynch 2021 / January 2021

Lee Lynch’s website is: http://www.leelynchwriter.com/

5 Tips for a Relationship That Lasts – Lesbian.com

5 Tips for a Relationship That Lasts – Lesbian.com

If you have been with your partner for a long time now, then you have definitely had your moments when you don’t feel as though your relationship has that same spark as before. When that happens, how do you put yourselves back on the right track? Relationships involve a lifelong commitment. It requires a great deal of effort so that things will work out in the long run.

If you are planning to settle down with the woman you consider your soulmate, you need to do what you can to keep the spark alive. Here are a few tips that will surely help you towards a more fulfilling path for your relationship:

1. Focus on personal development
Being in a relationship means becoming a better version of yourself. You wouldn’t want to stay the same throughout, so it’s best for both of you to learn new skills, plan your future career prospects, and develop positive attitudes both at work and at home. After all, progress starts with you.

2. Show daily affection
Sure, it becomes routine and bland, but giving your partner hugs and kisses every morning goes a long way. This and other rituals help maintain a climate of positivity. The time will come when you won’t even go a day without doing these rituals, which means you have established a commitment that’s difficult to break.

3. Be honest and true
Nothing can change a relationship more significantly than a lack of sincerity. A successful relationship is built on trust, so it’s always important to let your partner know how you feel. Don’t force yourself into making decisions you aren’t comfortable with. If you want to do something else other than watch a movie on a Friday night, be honest about it in a non-confrontational manner. The most important thing here is to have open and honest communication, so avoid putting on a facade just to appease your partner. Say your thoughts clear and say them nicely.

4. Make each sex night unique
Being adventurous when it comes to sex is a great way to keep the spark alive. For this, you can try out different positions each night or have long intimate kisses in the kinkiest of places. You can also add some spice to it by throwing in exotic toys, oils and lotions from stores like PinkCherry. Be bold enough to make every sex night a special night.

5. Set weekly moments for alone time
If you are always burnt out from work, it will find it difficult to connect with your partner. You might want to hit the breaks each week and prioritize some alone time. You can spend the whole weekend on a hiking trip out of town or check out a new attraction or restaurant in your neighborhood. If you prefer a candlelit dinner with wine and the city skyline as your backdrop, go for it!

There are no perfect relationships, but you can always perfect the way you maintain yours. Consider the tips above for a connection that truly lasts!

The Amazon Trail: But … – Lesbian.com

The Amazon Trail: But … – Lesbian.com

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The year 2020 wasn’t a total bust except for the hundreds of thousands of Americans who should not have died or have been permanently harmed by Covid 19. In the U.S., many lay those deaths and disablements at the hands of the greedy, power hungry 2020 administration and its followers.

Personally, I’ve been taking inventory of the bad and the good with my sweetheart, and finding some surprises.

Yes, over seventy-four million Americans voted to keep the traitorous officials in office, but eighty-one million plus voted to restore our democracy.

There are arms-bearing fanatics at the gates, but they have served to expose long-entrenched enemies of this country: racism, misogyny, religious zealotry, fear of any kind of difference, from xenophobia to homophobia. I trust many Americans are finally acknowledging these defects in ourselves.

I couldn’t see my family this year, but I can call them without the long distance charges that accrued when I was a kid and my mother dialed her family once a week at low Friday night rates, if no one was on the party line.

To compound that loss, our much-loved niece is sick and in pain from cancer treatments, but the treatments will cure her and then she’s going to treat herself to Disneyland.

We lost our good and gorgeous gray cat Bolo, but we’ve adopted a shelter cat and a foster dog.

A long-term couple, old friends of ours, are no longer together, but are finding their ways.

Our perfect lesbian neighbors are moving away, but now are our fast friends and are trying to find a buyer compatible with us.

We endured colonoscopies, but have clean bills of health.

Covid isolation made me put on the pounds, but I’ve already lost more than I gained.

My sweetheart has a demanding job with long hours, but with her sacrifice, we can afford our goofy, loving cat and dog.

We had to give up feeding seed and suet to the birds when rodents discovered the food source—and our house—but our sugar water feeders were so swarmed by hummingbirds that everyone, from friends to delivery people, delighted in coming to our door. The hummers outnumbered humans enough to relax their shimmery bodies and let us watch them from inches away. Other neighbors provided for the birds we lost.

The roof needs replacing like, last summer, but by staying home we’ve saved enough money to get it done next spring.

Our neighborhood cancelled the monthly potlucks, but I’m no longer exposed to that ridiculous number of homemade desserts.

Speaking of food, the women’s lunch, the Mexican lunch, the men’s breakfast, and worst of all, Butches’ Night Out—all were cancelled in 2020, but have I mentioned my clothes suddenly stopped shrinking?

My county just entered the extreme risk category for COVID, but I know no one who has gotten sick and we tested negative, thanks to our ability to isolate.

A beloved old friend died, but we had one last joyous visit in the mountains around Crater Lake in Oregon before her last decline and her spouse is going to, slowly, be alright.

Top conferences like the Golden Crown Literary Society and Saints and Sinners went virtual. I missed getting together with friends, other readers, and writers, but the popularization of Zoom and Duo and Skype have strangely given us perhaps more in depth encounters than hurried lunches and large group dinners.

Shopping became an infrequent, rushed chore, but impulse buying, useless accumulation, and shopping as fun may help save the planet.

Between the plague and the threat of a Totalitarian state, I feared my time on earth had been shortened, and it still might be, but day to day I’ve had more time than ever to finish a book, start another, be with my sweetheart, and just be.

For me, the word “but” has become synonymous with the word “gratitude,” as in: the 2020 occupier of the White House severely damaged our country and my gratitude to everyone who helped oust him is strong—no buts about it.

Copyright Lee Lynch 2020

‘Umbrella Academy’ star comes out as trans – Lesbian.com

‘Umbrella Academy’ star comes out as trans – Lesbian.com

Elliot PageMeet Elliot Page. “Juno” and “The Umbrella Academy” star Elliot Page, formerly Ellen, announced on Twitter today the he is transgender.

“Hi friends, I want to share with you that I am trans, my pronouns are he/they and my name is Elliot. I feel lucky to be writing this. To be here. To have arrived at this place in my life,” he wrote.

“I can’t begin to express how remarkable it feels to finally love who I am enough to pursue my authentic self. I’ve been endlessly inspired by so many in the trans community,” he said. “Thank you for your courage, your generosity and ceaselessly working to make this world a more inclusive and compassionate place. I will offer whatever support I can and continue to strive for a more loving and equal society.”

Welcome to the world, Elliot!

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A family friendly holiday book from True Colors Lab – Lesbian.com

A family friendly holiday book from True Colors Lab –

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“Two Dads Under the Christmas Tree” brings to you fun, touching moments, and a deep sense of humanity as you experience Jayden’s first year with his two dads. In an effort to raise awareness about adoption throughout the world both the Italian and Spanish editions are also available. These editions will help reach countries where same-sex couples and single individuals who wish to adopt are discouraged or even denied.


My name is Jayden. I was born on the night of December 24, 2017 in Washington, D.C. in the United States, and this is my story. Or maybe, I should say my first story…

No matter how hard I try, my memories of the first few days are jumbled, to say the least. I can only say that at some point – I don’t know how, I don’t know why – I managed to get out – thank goodness! – from that dark, damp tunnel in which I had been floating for about nine months.

Let’s be clear: I’m not complaining, but a little fresh air after so much seclusion has never hurt anyone.
In short, I was out! And although the light was a little too bright for my liking, and someone had been shouting and fussing all throughout the process, I felt quite satisfied with myself.

Since the beginning, I think I slept a lot and, in addition to a sensation of total relaxation, I do remember many excellent bottles of milk and people of all kinds constantly fumbling with me, flipping me over like a small chicken on the grill, and the pleasant feeling of being in the clouds.

Then, suddenly, I was in a rather cozy home with soft lights and gentle whispers filling the air. Outside the window, I saw little pieces of cotton falling out of the sky and… two dads under the Christmas tree.

Month 1

My crib is absolutely soothing and I plan on spending as much time in it as I possibly can. Even the background music – this guy Mozart – is not bad and it helps me sleep pretty well.

And the room service is top notch. With one cry, the staff starts moving. With two cries, one dad enters the room and the other one goes to the kitchen. With three, I already have the bottle in my mouth.

Sometimes, even if I’m not hungry, I try to play if the “call service” works and I punctually see them jump.

In fact, I think they are a little tense. A dozen times a day, even at night, they suddenly undress me looking for a dirty viper – that’s what they say. I don’t know exactly what they do, because unfortunately, I can’t see well from my position, but for a while they lift my legs up and down and never find anything.

And every time, they talk about a certain ointment to put on me, which, in my opinion, smells terribly like poop and is probably good for keeping vipers away.

Today, when I woke up, there were many people bent over me. My dads said they were friends who came to visit me. But what kind of friends were those?

They all tried to kidnap me or use me like a football! Dads were vigilant, though, and everything went well.
Well, all of it, except for the huge puke I threw up on a lady who bounced me for ten minutes straight with a stupid smile on her face.

In the end, she was no longer laughing.

The following excerpts are from Tobias Mile’s new book “Two Dads Under the Christmas Tree” (True Colors Lab, LLC Publishing, 2020) and are reprinted with permission from the publisher.

Live at Northfire Album Release – Lesbian.com

Live at Northfire Album Release – Lesbian.com

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Pamela Means and The Reparations
Live At Northfire
Six tracks of mastery on full display

Pamela Means’s growing audience continues groove and get woke

PAMELA MEANS, acclaimed singer-songwriter, jazz musician, and activist, has released, Pamela Means and The Reparations, “Live at Northfire,” her tenth album. An in-studio performance, recorded live, for a small group of fans, at Northfire Recording, in Amherst, MA.

“Live at Northfire” showcases six Pamela Means original songs. Primarily, politically-charged indictments of our sociopolitical landscape plus a dose of romantic reprieve from two mesmerizing ballads. For Means, an artist known for mastering many musically diverse projects with ease, this is the first release with a new empowered trio. A live set of punchy protest songs, primal, funky, focused grooves, and sultry queer love songs that will surely send a listener adrift on a soulful journey, soothing and searing, yet, still, speaking truth to power.

Pamela Means’s clever, concise lyrics, tender to raging vocals, and fleet-fingered fretwork are elevated with the thick bottomed bass lines, infectious conga beats and lush, velvet harmonies of bassist, Cinamon Blair, and, percussionist, I-SHEA. Pamela Means puts her gentle wit, big loving spirit and powerful songwriting to work for peace in the world. She just keeps getting better and better. Her voice is strong, her musicality is entertaining and her commitment to peace is deep, genuine and consistent.

Produced by Pamela Means
All songs by Pamela Means
Pamela Means: guitar,vox
Cinamon Blair: bass, vox
I-Shea: percussion, vox

Recorded by Garrett Sawyer, Northfire Recording Studio
Mixed by Garrett Sawyer, Northfire Recording Studio
Mastered by Mark Alan Miller, Sonelab Mastering

Impeachment Now!
James Madison
Color of the Skin
Cinnamon and chocolate
My Love
Hands Up

guitar, vocals

Pamela Means, singer-songwriter with a penchant for protest songs, guitarist, vocalist, educator and social activist, is an Out and proud queer artist that cannot be musically contained. A conservatory-trained musician, Means also fronts her own jazz quartet, breathing life into classics once sung by Billie Holiday, Chet Baker and the like; performs the entirety of the album, The Beatles Abbey Road, solo acoustic, in celebration of its 50th anniversary, and now releases her tenth album, “Live at Northfire,” the first with new empowered trio, Pamela Means and The Reparations.

bass, vocals
Cinamon Blair, bassist and support vocalist from the Empowered Trio, Pamela Means and The Reparations, is a singer, songwriter, bassist, musician, and composer who has been growing her creative expression over the past 30+ years. She loves to sing, play, vocalize harmonies and use music as a tool to self-soothe and build greater connections, to educate and activate herself and the listener into whatever needs to happen. Music is part of our DNA and has real health wealth applications. Cinamon Blair is a collaborator by nature, consistently broadening her musical family, understanding and appreciation.

percussion, vocals
I-SHEA is the percussionist and support vocalist from the Empowered Trio, Pamela Means and The Reparations. I-SHEA is an eclectic ARTist and musician aka ‘The Original Jewminican’ hailing from the source of hip hop and raised in the sauce of merengue, bolero, rumba, salsa, nyabinghi and West African rhythms. I-SHEA has lit up the east/west coast USA, Canada, Latin America, The Caribbean, and Africa, performing at legendary venues like Daniel Sorano National Theatre of Dakar, Nuyorican Poets Cafe, The Apollo in Harlem. She has opened up for Dead Prez, Sadat X (from Brand Nubian), and Morgan Heritage and has shared stages/performances with Howard Zinn, Rha Goddess, Rosario Dawson, Jane Fonda and Eve Ensler.

More Beautiful for Having Been Broken – Lesbian.com

More beautiful for having been broken

More beautiful for having been broken

Nicole Conn, director and writer of classic romances including A PERFECT ENDING, ELENA UNDONE and CLAIRE OF THE MOON presents her most personal new film MORE BEAUTIFUL FOR HAVING BEEN BROKEN. McKenzie (Zoë Ventoura), a broken FBI agent who’s been suspended from her job and is struggling with the loss of her mother, travels to Lake Mervielle, the small mountain town she used to visit as a child. Upon arrival, she is befriended by Freddie (Cale Ferrin), a young boy with special needs who possesses the extraordinary gift of healing others through his unbroken spirit and unique outlook on life. Though McKenzie is hurting, she begins to see through Freddie’s eyes as the puzzle pieces fall into place when she meets Samantha (Kayla Radomski), Freddie’s mother. McKenzie and Samantha develop an unexpected relationship that turns fiercely passionate and intimate. When Vivienne (Harley Jane Kozak), a former Congresswoman with roots established in Mervielle, threatens to expose McKenzie’s past, will Freddie and Samantha be able to keep the family they always dreamed of? MORE BEAUTIFUL FOR HAVING BEEN BROKEN also stars Bruce Davison (Academy Award Nominee- Longtime Companion), French Stewart (3rd Rock From The Sun) and Brooke Elliott (Drop Dead Diva).

Bonus Material on the DVD will include four behind-the-scenes featurettes and deleted scenes. Order today!

Tags: Brooke Elliott, Bruce Davison, Cale Ferrin, French Stewart, Harley jane kozak, Indie film, Kayla Radomski, lesbian, lesbian movies, Lesbian.com, LGBT, LGBT film, Nicole Conn, Wolfe Video, Zoe ventura

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