| Dustin Lance Black's Oscar Acceptance Speech |
[22 Feb 2009|07:49pm] |
Winning the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay
"Oh my God. This was, um, this was not an easy film to make. First off, I have to thank Cleve Jones and Anne Kronenberg and all the real-life people who shared their stories with me. And, um, Gus Van Sant, Sean Penn, Emile Hirsch, Josh Brolin, James Franco and our entire cast, my producers Dan Jinks and Bruce Cohen, everyone at Groundswell and Focus for taking on the challenge of telling this life-saving story.
When I was 13 years old, my beautiful mother and my father moved me from a conservative Mormon home in San Antonio, Texas to California, and I heard the story of Harvey Milk. And it gave me hope. It gave me the hope to live my life. It gave me the hope one day I could live my life openly as who I am and then maybe even I could even fall in love and one day get married.
I wanna thank my mom, who has always loved me for who I am even when there was pressure not to. But most of all, if Harvey had not been taken from us 30 years ago, I think he'd want me to say to all of the gay and lesbian kids out there tonight who have been told that they are less than by their churches, by the government or by their families, that you are beautiful, wonderful creatures of value and that no matter what anyone tells you, God does love you and that very soon, I promise you, you will have equal rights federally, across this great nation of ours.
Thank you. Thank you. And thank you, God, for giving us Harvey Milk".
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HTTP://WWW.FACESOFUS.BLOGSPOT.COM
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[17 Aug 2007|09:58pm] |
ooh baby
um so my computer broke'd and that fucken sucks but i'm borrowing rossy's while he's in england
high school the musical 2 came out today but i'm not watching it sry charles
i want to begin painting even though i don't know how but i found a kewliez painting on the street in beacon hill and stole it and now it's sitting on my pottery barn bedside table thx it kind of looks like severus snape
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[28 May 2007|06:25pm] |
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the atlanta airport is hell on earth and i've been burning in it's flames for the past eight hours
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[24 May 2007|02:22am] |
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i saw little children and i really liked it but ever since i saw it i have been afraid of lurking sex offenders and the door to the patio keeps on creaking and i can hear it and all i want to do is sleep but i have freaky dreams about friends from the past being sex offenders and being creepy and i wake up at 6:15 in the gray gray morning.
it's actually not that big of an issue.
i'm at home right now and i don't even have a door to my room anymore and i sleep on an air mattress which is all okay except the mattress is actually really uncomfortable. and my dog, jackie, is getting really old and i brought her to east cobb park yesterday and she panted a lot but i love her so so much.
but home is where the heart is and i hope you dance came on the radio today which i thought was really funny because i secretely like that song because it reminds me of my mom driving me to football practice when i was in 8th grade.
i am returning to boston on memorial day, hopefully, and i move into my apartment on hanover street shortly thereafter with rossy and cat and they've been to ikea a lot and i feel really unprepared. i had a dream involving a flood and jackie and the little building and my new apartment and ben thinks it has to do with my worries of moving into a new place, which i can agree with even though i don't feel that worried.
anyways, i am reading little children the novel which i bought for four dollars at a charming little bookshop named bookmiser after trang, who works at borders, told me they were having a 50% off sale. i stopped reading for the night though because it got to a part about ronnie (the sex offender) and i can't get the image of his face out of my head which is really really weird. thank god i'm not a girl scout.
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[17 Feb 2007|03:05pm] |
meow meow livejrls are so 2004
my life has consisted of questioning my education, dunkin' blueberry muffins, and justin timberlake.
i could post some hot pix from what i like to call the beginning of this semester, but i don't feel like it. we got facebook for dat shit.
then ground has snow on it. it reminds me of my years of snorting blow off of toilet seats and lindsay lohan's rack.
love,
brendan
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[10 Jan 2007|02:01am] |
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in 12 hours everything good will begin again
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[01 Jan 2007|04:09pm] |
2006 WAS GOOD
2007 WILL BE BETTER
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[28 Dec 2006|12:53pm] |
we were talking about a member of our family who causes a lot of problems
and grandmas turns to ben (who was visiting) and i and says,
"i just hope that you never marry a girl like that"
without missing a beat, ben says, "done!"
aw, grandma.
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[14 Dec 2006|03:14am] |
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HAPPY
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[29 Nov 2006|03:01am] |
i am so satisfied right now
for the first time there is nothing to be hidden, nothing to be ashamed about
i had the best time with my family during thanksgiving
all my fears were put to rest
i have amazing, understanding friends
everything everything everything is so wonderful
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[21 Nov 2006|12:11pm] |
COMIN' HOME
i got some business to attend to
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[03 Oct 2006|02:30am] |
... and we're back
actually, we've been back for a month now
orientation was really really really awesome and i kind of miss it
it's getting cold here and i just heard some people a killing others outside
uh oh, i'm treasurer of the class of 2009.
uh oh.
today i pooped the biggest poop of my life, i think. i know that's really innapropriate, but this needs to be written down somewhere.
i can't believe it's october already.
like, there's so much to talk about because so much has happened but i really forget it all.
oops, toops, poops. bye.
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[26 Aug 2006|01:15am] |
I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT I, DESPITE WHAT I EVER SAID IN THE PAST, LOVE EAST COBB.
I AM SAD TO LEAVE, BUT BYE COBBY HI BEANY.
I REALLY WAS GOING TO MAKE THIS MUCH MORE SENTIMENTAL, BUT I DO NOT HAVE FEELINGS SO I WILL JUST TYPE IN CAPS LOCK.
P.S. I WANT TO JUST NOTE HOW MUCH HAS CHANGED SINCE I LEFT LAST SUMMER AND HOW THE PEOPLE THAT I WAS MOST SAD TO LEAVE LAST YEAR ARE NOT THE SAME AS THIS YEAR AND HOW I DON'T CARE. AND HOW I LIKE MY FRIENDS.
AND HOW
I DON'T KNOW BUT MAYBE THIS WILL BE MORE SENTIMENTAL LATER WHEN I AM DROWNING IN THE DEPRESSION WASTE LAND KNOWN AS PENNSYLVANIA.
BRENDAN OUT
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[12 Aug 2006|03:09am] |
dear internet
sorry i suck at updating
all my friendsgo back to college soon
uh my rebel
as in my canon rebel
is beauty
wanna see?
k go
( PICTURES FROM SPACE )
ON LEAVING SUMMER: i don't know how i feel yet. oops, bye,.
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| august 5th |
[05 Aug 2006|03:40am] |
about 10 or 12 hours from now a year ago my mom arrived home from work early.
i was confused, and she told me that she had something to tell me. it was serious. funny enough, the first thing i thought was that she was going to tell me i wasn't going to be able to go to emerson.
however, she threw a curve ball and told me my father had died. sure, my dad had been in a nursing home for the past two years, but it was completely unexpected. the last time i saw him, it appeared to me as if he was getting better. it turns out that he had a blood clot in his leg and it spread to his lungs.
i was so taken aback, i didn't cry just then, i did what i WOULD do: posted on livejournal and went running.
i was able to gather some of my thoughts, but i was still so confused. i made the mistake of volunteering to go to work.
when it got late at work, someone who knew what happened said i could leave. i was clocking out when a girl i work with asked me why i was leaving, and i told her. for some reason she thought i was joking, and it was one of the most awkward experiences of my life.
i went home, still confused and went to erin's house for a shindig-- anything to get my mind off of things. it was weird, going to a party the day that i lost my father, even if i hadn't had the same relationship that i had with him three years ago. back then me and molly were closest to him, but when he had his stroke he couldn't really be with me without bursting into tears. molly, however, remained close with him, being one of his main caretakers.
anyways, i had been avoiding calls all day long and i was headed back to my house when i was informed that jenna and ilana would be waiting.
seeing them was so awkward, at first, but with food and laughter it got better. it was good to know that i had friends who cared enough to come to my house that night.
the next day, at work again, it all hit me.
i remember i was closing with emily waxman and jenna and we were talking about something or other and they both said the reasons they don't drink. i bursted out with something about my dad. it was awkward, oops. anyways, as i walked home i stopped and sat and had a cry by myself.
i don't know if i was crying about my dad dying or if i was crying because i knew that the father figure i had been lacking would never be back to redeem himself.
the week went on and the memorial service finally came. holding one of these for a close family member really puts your relationships with people into perspective. people you would never expect walk in the door. for example, a girl who i never thought i would talk to again, two people that i only spoke to in homeroom, coworkers who travelled back during rush week, my boss, and many more.
i had to speak, and i did horribly, but i did it anyways. i remember standing up there, looking out at all these people i knew. my sister's entire soccer team came down in the middle of their training period, the gilbert twins sat in the back pew, my mom's closest friends sat aroundher, an ex girlfriend and her mother, my boss, it was surreal to see all of these people in the same room. i stood out there, and looked at all of these people who cared and that's when all hope was lost. that's when that chapter of my life was ending, i could finally say goodbye knowing all of these people cared enough to watch me lose it on the pulpit.
of course, a new chapter did start. i am at such a different place now. sure, i'm still working at the creamery, and my sister is still telling me to cut my hair, but this past year has changed me so much. i wonder sometimes how different my life would be if my dad was still around and completely healthy, but i can't seem to get a clear sense of what would be the case. his life was meant to conclude when it did.
(END one of THOSE posts about my dad)
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| gone to carolina in my mind |
[24 Jul 2006|02:08pm] |
i wanted to sum up vacation in one picture, and i guess that about does it.
i don't have much to say about VACATIONA except it was awesome possum
and i am peeling
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| burthday |
[14 Jul 2006|04:16am] |
i got my second surprise party ever
the cake was made entirely out of oatmeal cream pies... little debbies?
( only a few, it's late )
anyways thank you everyone who facebooked, called, ljed, myspaced, whatevered and especially thank you friendlies for the party. it was the best.
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[10 Jul 2006|10:38pm] |
i was going to post some more pictures, however, i have not been doing much but working this july.
good news: july 2006 is much better then july 2005 already!!!
i have been doing nothing more then taking over the world and loitering.
july has been a good month, though. for a certain reason especially.
uh so i go to the beach and conquer that this weekend. that should be pretty wicked. you know. not like "wicked awesome" but "BLOODY WICKED, jolly folkz".
uh speaking of this wicked talk school starts in september.
i'm gonna be an OL, you know and put my sneaking tentacles around the minds of freshman and corrupt their every mood, so i move in on august 29.
i want to live where soul meets body
uh i don't know what that means, it probably means in my pants or something.
the format's new album DROPZ tomorrow. dog problems. oooh it's my yumyumyum.
i am convinced that i've gone a little haywire in the brain (?) since i have gotten home from schoolios. mainly because i start laughing and talking to myself a lot more then i used to. maybe it's the air. speaking of the air, i like mermaids a lot. want to know how i came to that conclusion?
well one day i was able to put my little hands around the fins of a mermaid while we made sweet music.
uh.
sssneaking snakes salivate sitting sideways, or somethin somethin.
once upon a creamery, john christian said, "if there's time for leanin' there's time for cleanin'" and that's why i am going to build a shrine to him and call it john christian's shrine built by brendan.
my mom got home today she didn't invite me to massachusetts.
they say she's a wankster.
brick is not my favorite ben folds song, sorry.
reppin oldschool: eats, bye.
god i'm sorry for that strain of literature that you just read. and by sorry i mean i'm appalled that you don't think it's as brilliant as scholars a hundred years from now probably already do.
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