This blog contains a highly addictive substance. Its side effects include: drooling, fainting, and an inability to stop staring at him
domingo, 29 de septiembre de 2013
..."A Chinese fan posted the pic today, she said it was taken by her
brother about 8 Aug. Went was having his meal at a restaurant named
Morning Glory in Ashland. He thought Went came to Ashland for the Oregon
Shakespeare Festival..." hannah
First and foremost I want
to personally thank the Human Rights Campaign for the incredible work
that they've done and the work they continue to do (applause) not only
here in Washington state but across the country and around the world. As
we all know this work is critical. It's life changing. It's life
It is my great honor and privilege to be here tonight,
to count myself a member of this community. It is also something of a
I've had a complicated relationship with that
word: Community. I've been slow to embrace it. I've been hesitant, been
doubtful. For many years, I could not or would not accept that there
was anything in that word for someone like me - like connection and
support, strength, warmth. And there are reasons for that.
wasn't born in this country, I didn't grow up in any one particular
religion, I have a mixed race background, and I'm gay. Really, it's just
your typical, All-American boy next door.
It has been natural to
see myself as an individual, it's been a challenge to imagine that self
as part of something larger. Like many of you here tonight, I grew up
in what I would call "survival mode." When you are in survival mode,
your focus is on getting through the day in one piece. And when you are
in that mode at [age] five, at 10, at 15 there isn't a lot of space for
words like "community," for words like "us" and "we." There is only
space for "I" and "me."
In fact, words like "us" and "we" not
only sounded foreign to me at five and 10, at 15, they sounded like a
lie. Because if "us" and "we" really existed, if there was really
someone out there watching and listening and caring, then I would have
been rescued by now. That feeling of being singular and different and
alone carried over into my 20s and into my 30s.
When I was 33 I
started working on a TV show that was successful not only here in the
states but also abroad, which meant over the next four years I was
travelling to Asia, to the Middle East, to Europe and everywhere in
between, and in that time, I gave thousands of interviews. I had
multiple opportunities to speak my truth, which is that I was gay, but I
chose not to. I was out privately to family and friends, to the people I
learned to trust over time, but professionally and publically I was
Asked to choose between being out of integrity and out of
the closet, I chose the former. I chose to lie. I chose to dissemble because when I thought about the possiblity of coming out,
about how that might impact me and the career I worked so hard for I was
filled with fear. Fear and anger and a stubborn resistance that had
built up over many years.
When I thought about that kid
somewhere out there who might be inspired or moved by me taking a stand
and speaking my truth, my mental response was consistantly, No, thank you. I thought, I've
spent over a decade building this career. Alone. By myself. And from a
certain point of view, it's all I have, but now I'm supposed to put that
at risk to be a role model to someone I've never met, who I'm not even
sure exists. It did not make any sense to me. It did not resonate... at the time.
like many of you here tonight, growing up I was a target. Speaking the
right way, standing the right way, holding your wrist the right way.
Every day was a test and there were a thousand ways to fail. A thousand
ways to betray yourself. To not live up to someone else's standard of
what was acceptable, what was normal. And when you failed the test,
which was guaranteed, there was a price to pay: emotional,
psychological, physical. And like many of you, I paid that price more
than once in a variety of ways.
The first time I tried to kill
myself I was 15. I waited until my family went away for the weekend and I
was alone in the house and I swallowed a bottle of pills. I don't
remember what happened over the next couple of days, but I'm pretty sure
come Monday morning I was on the bus back to school pretending
everything was fine. And when someone asked me if that was a cry for
help, I say, "No, because I told no one. You only cry for help if you
believe there is help to cry for." And I didn't. I wanted out. I wanted
gone. At 15.
"I" and "me" can be a lonely place and it will only get you so far.
2011, I had made the decision to walk away from acting and many of the
things I had previously believed was so important to me. And after I had
given up the scripts and the sets which I'd dreamed of as a child and
the resulting attention and scrutiny, which I had not dreamed of as a
child, the only thing I was left with was what I had when I started: "I"
and "me," and it was not enough.
In 2012 I joined a men's group call The Man Kind Project, which is a men's group for all
men and was introduced to the still foreign and still potentially
threatening concepts of "us" and "we," to the idea of brotherhood,
sisterhood, and community. And it was via that community that I became a member and proud supporter of the Human Rights Campaign. And it was via this community that I learned more about the persecution of my LGBT brothers and sisters in Russia.
weeks ago when I was drafting my letter to the St. Petersburg
International Film Festival declining their invitation to attend, a
small nagging voice in my head insisted that no one would notice. That
no one was watching, or listening, or caring. But this time, finally, I
knew that voice was wrong. I thought, If even one person notices this
letter, in which I speak my truth, and integrate my small story into a
much larger and more important one, it is worth sending. I thought, Let
me be to someone else, what no one was to me. Let me send a message to
that kid, maybe in America, maybe some place far overseas, maybe
somewhere deep inside. A kid who's being targeted at home or at school
or in the streets that someone IS watching, and listening, and caring.
That there IS an "us." That there IS a "we," and that kid or teenager or
adult is loved and they are not alone.
I am deeply grateful
to the Human Rights Campaign for giving me and others like me the
opportunity, and the platform, and the imperative to tell my story; to
continue sending that message because it needs to be sent over and over
again until it's been heard, and received, and embraced not just here in
Washington state, not just across the country, but around the world and
then back again. Just in case. Just in case we miss someone.
working on a TV show that was successful not only here in the States but
also abroad, which meant over the next 4 years I was traveling to Asia, the
Middle East, to Europe and every where in between. And in that time I gave
thousands of interviews. I had multiple opportunities to speak my truth which
is that I was gay. But I chose not to. I was out privately, to family and
friends, to people I had learned to trust over time but professionally and
publicly I was not. Asked to choose between being out with integrity and out of
the closet I chose the former, I chose to lie, I chose to ..... Because when I
thought about the possibility of coming out and how that might impact me and
the career I worked so hard for... I was filled with fear. Fear and ... and
stubborn resistance that I had built up over many years. When I thought about
that kid somewhere out there who might be inspired, or moved by me taking a
stand and speaking my truth, my mental response was consistently no thank you.
By 2011 I made the decision to walk away from acting and many of the things I
previously believed were so important to me. And after I had given up the
scripts and the sets that I dreamed of as a child and the resulting
attention and scrutiny that I had not dreamed of as a child the only thing I
was left with was what I had at the start .....and it was not enough..."
We are incredibly excited to announce
the Special Guest for this year's HRC Seattle Gala, actor Wentworth
Miller!! Wentworth is well known for his starring role in the Fox
television series, Prison Break. Most recently, Wentworth made headlines
by publicly declining an invitation to the Saint Petersburg
International Film Festival citing the Russian government’s treatment of
its gay citizens.
We are very excited and proud to have Wentworth join us this year. Tickets are still available. Go to: www.hrcseattle.org/dinner to get yours today! See you on September 7th!