…is simply one that has been shown to them, time and time again, by those who wouldn’t know how to raise the bar, push it or take the damn bar out of there. So filmmaker becomes synonymous with white, male, hetero, American, subconsciously.

It’s called imprinting.

I’m not really offended by it anymore, it’s just what I have to deal with,  when I say I’m a writer- director. Maybe not within the particularly visionary community on WP, but offline, and out in the world.

People either picture some bad television pilot with sucky jokes or Tyler Perry (and that’s coming from the generous bunch). Most people can’t even remember who the female directors are, beyond Nora Ephron and Kathryn Bigelow.

And those gals are white, so we’re back to the picture-I-don’t-fit again.

Even though, there are many black women directors. Many.

But, marginalization whether unconscious or conscious is something I live with everyday and on every level.  So the emergence of it doesn’t get me down.  I’m a black woman, so that means I’m a hyper sex kitten who always wants it or the asexual momma to the world, nurturer of the universe or badass off course. Nurse, counselor, teacher, secretary, insert any other profession people deem ‘safe’ or ‘reachable.’

Abstract artist, technician, business woman.

And that’s the direction I’m traveling, so fitting pictures or not…. 

I’ve collected a pile of experiences, insights and ideas I want to execute plus have the unique ability to get along with people so well, near every woman thinks I’m sort of a sister while an equal amount of men think I must want them. Yep you get along with them too well, you’re ready to jump their bones. Quite a funny assumption to see unfolding.

Anyway I hope to have changed quite a few views at the end of this, and on more than one level.

No asexuality, frozen heart, or visible crushes here…and I’m probably not going to be a medical technician. Though props to all of em’ everywhere.