Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Virtual Sex for Ron L. Hubbard Illustration Contest

I was suggested by the Ron L. Hubbard Writers and Illustrators Contest to submit more than what I already submitted. Previously, I submitted 3 illustrations to the contest. The 3 are being judged at the moment and will find out soon. Meanwhile, I drew this technology-themed science fiction illustration related to sex through virtual reality in the future. All done with color pencils on white paper. Had this posted on Facebook and got feedback. Learned to make a woman more female, for many couldn't tell if the person is female or thought it's male. I added earrings, make-ups, more deep red on the lips, and some shadings on her chest to show female breasts a little more. Others wasn't sure what the old man's glasses were, looking like it's a sunglasses. I added a cable wire and a glowing red light on his forehead, just to make it look like he's going on a virtual reality world. This will be my 4th submission to the contest. I will be doing the 5th one soon, focusing on robots, soon.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Dangerous Signs for Fringe Festival at the Little Theatre Cafe

On September 21st, I and the cast members in Dangerous Signs headed over to Little Theatre Cafe for Rochester's Fringe Festival. Luane Davis Haggerty, director and voicer, and Joseph Fox, one of the cast members, wore Dangerous Signs sweatshirts on the way to the Cafe. 

From left to right, Jonathan, Malik, Troy, and Jamal performed Paul Lawrence Dunbar's "We Wear the Masks" in American Sign Language.

From left to right, Eden, Tim, Eddie (myself), Jonathan, Jamal, Joseph, Malik, Sam, and Troy were performing a skit about what poetry is, and its meaning and purposes.

Joseph and Malik performed Robert F. Panara's poem titled "The Rustle of A Star".

I (myself), Tim, Troy, Eden, Malik, and Jamal performed "Bully", created by all of us in ASL. We brought up the Karen Klein bullying situation that happened on the bus in Rochester when young boys mocked at the woman with video-tape online, which became a big news at a national level. Each of us also did skits about each bullying experiences each of us had when young in schools in the past. We also created a bullying mime, physical movement, and acting skit. Lastly, we used each letter of the woman's name - Karen Klein - to convey the message of bullying as not good for anyone.

Troy, Jonathan, Tim, Eden, Sam, Jamal, and myself performed my own poem titled "Bones". All of us interacted together when I performed this work in which they became bones inside the ears, seashells, organic ornaments, and water; an American Sign Language poetic technique called personification. 

This is a continuing performance of "Bones".

This performance is a poem written by Langston Hughes titled "Hold Fast To Dreams". Eden and Sam became birds flying, lifted by Jamal and Troy, that were about to have their wings broken when Jonathan upfront said "Bird with broken wings that cannot fly."

We all received positive comments from the audiences in the Little Theatre Cafe. Possible opportunities came up when some people brought up with ideas such as possibly performing in a local TV news on public television, performing at public schools (especially the bullying skit), and performing at GEVA theatre in their NEXT Stage section. Also, we performed on a large stage on Gibbs street afterwards, outside. We performed "Honor to Trayvon Martin", the shooting incident that happened down in Florida which became controversial due to possible racism. The next day, on September 22nd, we performed at the Little Theatre #1, using their stage, which we did the same performances at the Little Theatre Cafe.

Friday, September 14, 2012

"The Village" in Planet Deaf Queer Web Site

My poem titled "The Village" is published in Deaf Planet Queer web site. This poem is gay-themed related to my experience being on Christopher Street, the Greenwich Village area, where the glbt community thrives since Stonewall Riot happened (gays fighting against the police in 1969) for the 1st time back in 1999. Drago Renteria requested me to submit my gay-themed poems for his Deaf Queer Planet site. More of my poems will be in that site later.

I shall thank Luane Davis Haggerty for bringing me to that place when I performed as Prospero for "The Tempest" in 1999.

Click on this to read the poem:

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Rochester Fringe Festival and Dangerous Signs

Photo Credit: Malik C. Paris

Dangerous Signs will perform for Rochester's Fringe Festival on September 21st and 22nd. I, Luane Davis Haggerty (director/voicer/performer), and the rest of the cast members will present ASL poetry, skits, and storytelling including mime, dance movements, and acting.

The dates, times, and locations we will perform are the following:

September 21 (a short promo on the street) Gibbs STreet stage - 10 minutes at 5:00pm
September 21 6:00-7:00pm in the Little movie theater - Theater #1 stage (50 minutes)
Septmeber 22 12:00-1:00 in the Little movie theater cafe (50 minutes)

Here is Fringe Festival web address for you to click on to get the details of the whole festival, performers, tickets, and etc:

Come on down to see us and other great performers' work. This is a huge event and we - Dangerous Signs - are indeed excited to become part of the event.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

3 Poems Accepted into GLBT Edition

I am just informed that my 3 poems are accepted to be published in ImageOut's (annual glbt film festival in Rochester, NY) first annual edition of ImageOutWrite. My poems and other glbt poets/writers' work will be published this October. 

Here are the 3 poems that will be in the publication:

"Rainbow Wings"

For thousands of years,
They hid in cocoons.
Couldn't spread their wings.
Couldn't even fly.

Slept in the dark
Like cities without sun,
Dormant without dreams,
Ice-cold for years.
Snow hugged their cocoons.

They pushed their walls
Though difficult to do.
Some ripped them 
But too few.
Some slipped into the light
But cruel society mocked them.
They slipped back into their cocoons.

Then one summer year,
They had enough.
They ripped their cocoons into shreds.
Threw stones and bottles. Set the streets on fire.
Flapped their wings in rainbows and
Blew cruelty away.

Years came by,
Many cocoons thawed and opened.
Many of them spread their wings and ascended into the air.
They tasted freedom, the delicious fruits, and
Savored them all, sweet with great boon.

Yet they looked back over their shoulders and
Remembered the others
Who couldn't come out.
They pondered upon sheer suffering,
Then turned their heads back in front of themselves and
Dreamed for the better.

They flapped their rainbow wings through the societies
Though hard work against great challenges.
They twisted the nuts and bolts to play
However nasty the tasks had to be.
They refused to surrender,
For they wished upon the better for the future generations.
They painted the rainbows on the future generations' wings
And said, "Shall your wings flap stronger in brighter rainbows for many years to come."

"Kiss Him For Me"

My wishful dream
Popped alive
Like pink champagne bubbles.
They floated wild upon the air,
Tingling my scalp beneath my hair.
I looked at a fine sculptured dude
And became mesmerized by his sheer beauty:
The way he stood, the way his eyes glistened,
The way he smiled,
In all that bursted my heart into bubbles.
Yet to seethe for a kiss
Became too hard to buy
When romance didn't arise.
In a mirror, standing in front of me,
He was embedded in the reflective glass.

In my fantasy, I could walk into the mirror
And explore him deep and through
Yet the glass became solid and barred my way.
Nothing could take me, take me, take me in.
I said, "Kiss him for me. I'll find another one later."

I'm laughing at the champagne bubbles floating around,
A total nonsense, all in pink,
Too far from the reality.
It's just a tease for no good in the blue.
A new party dream shall flow into another day or night
Where possibilities could arise.
I shall dance away and head forwardly.
Again, I said to the mirror where this distant dude stood,
"Kiss him for me. I'll find another one later.
Kiss him for me! Kiss him for me!"


                Boot up! 
                Gaze into the photon lights and open the program. Dive into the metaverse, then you see a glowing avatar: lovely and handsome, dressed in a neon-blue three-piece suit with perfect groomed plastic black hair and precise wedge-shaped plastic face. He's standing on the steel street. Bright acid violet beams glow along the streets. Blade-gray sky looms thick above him. Look at that young dude. Gorgeous as heaven, isn't he? Oooh, ahhh! Look at how he stands in his pair of neat black shoes. Oooh, ahhh! See how his v-shaped torso entices your eyes powerfully. Soon he notices you; his silicon neon-blue eyes allure you.You can feel it; he's sucking you toward him, an electronic vampire. You're standing so close to him.
                "Would you like to go out  with me tonight?" he asks you.
                You say, "Oh, yeah."
                He walks toward a three-dimensional black box. Pink Avant Garde font type neon light blinks on and off on top. It reads "Pink Flamingos". 
                The man's activated cracking voice flirts with you, "I love your smile!"
                You smile back with your gleeful eyes. Oooh, ahhh! Look at his 3-D-rendered baby face. Oooh, ahhh! Look at his digitized watermelon-shaped butt. Oooh, ahhh! See how it snuggles into his blue pants: perfect, smooth, and nicely firm.You and the lad enter the black box. Inside it's a cyber nightclub.
                "Hey, it's party time! It's party time!" he says.
                Many half nude sexy men shake their firm asses on the pulsating electronic floor, flirtatious and suave. Oooh, ahhh! Look at their muscles twitching and contracting. Oooh, ahhh! They turn you on into fire! 
                The man softly whispers into your ear, "Ready to dance?"
                You say, "Yeah."
                He guides you to the dancing floor, and begins to wriggle and writhe.You start along, flirting back with your eyes. My God, my God, my God, my God, I'm going crazy! Move it! Don't stop! Oooh, ahhh! His ass flexes neatly. Oooh, ahhh! His arms flail in the air sexually. He unbuttons his shirt and magic explodes from his plastic chest. Look how it glows: smooth marble-white, smooth milky-white. You shake like a wild artificial peacock. Shake your highlighted colorful feathers skillfully! Move it! Groove it! Dance into rave! Rave into it! Rave into the techno trance! See how all the men move their bodies? See how he moves his body? Move your body just like their bodies! Oooh, ahhh! Sweat it out! Oooh, ahhh! Pump it out! Sweat covers your flesh like plastic sheets and plastic mask. Sweat trickles down on his sculptured chest and it glistens in the flashing lights. Sooth it! Smear it! Feel it! The sweat don't bother you, sexy like some hot melting wax. Wax it up!  Whip it good! Shake it up! Shoot it real quick! You and the man palpitate, penetrate, pump and pump, and lock and lick into each other.
                Your heart repeats into rapid gigabyte rhythms: fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire: hair-to-hair, bones-to-bones, and blood-to-blood. He licks your neck, vampire-like, and you scream in ecstasy. Oooh, ahhh! Feel his butt contract as he penetrates you over and over and over and over. Oooh, ahhh! See his whole muscles compress majestically again, again, again, again. God! God! God! God! You want more, more, more, more. Hot red lava spews up in the air! Hot red wine spills all over! Hot red humming birds flutter their wings! Hot red gas sizzles all through your body! Explode like a Big Bang, Big Bang, Big Bang, Big Bang! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Your heart ignites into fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire!
                Shut down!