Where the magic truly happens!

My journey into the entertainment industry started at the Santa Monica Film Market, a place where some of the biggest names in Hollywood have walked the halls.
Men and women whose names are forever etched into the history books. I often wonder if any of them ever did it wearing six inch heels like I did.
Walking those marble floors in stilettos, trying to hold my head high, felt like stepping into a completely different universe.
As a transgender woman navigating this world, I’ve faced my share of challenges.
While attending my first Ted Talk at the film market, I was stunned to see a crowd of desperate writers rush the stage. It was like a frenzy, with everyone elbowing their way to the front in a chaotic rush. Unlike the hundreds of hopeful storytellers clutching their scripts and rushing to pitch immediately after the talk, I’ve come to realize that this kind of frantic energy often isn’t the way to succeed.
I genuinely believe that success comes from approaching things intelligently and practicing a bit of strategic patience.

If I were trying to sell a script, I wouldn’t just barge into a room during a Ted talk or sending a script blindly to a studio head with crossed fingers.
No, I’d prefer to buy my seat at the table, or in this case, secure a room at the Santa Monica Hotel and wait for the industry to come to me.
I’m not quite there yet, but I do have an insatiable curiosity about how things really work behind the scenes.

So I splurged on the Platinum Five-Day Pass and gained access to every event, private function, and after-party.
To me, that kind of access was way more valuable than rushing onto a stage with a script in hand.

I’d rather enjoy a glass of champagne and have a quiet, meaningful conversation than get caught up in the chaos of a desperate pitch.
During that week, I rubbed elbows with industry players. I listened, I learned, and I observed. Little by little, I was getting a crash course in filmmaking.
One funny moment that sticks out happened when I was riding the elevator with Rob Zombie, one of the more colorful characters in the industry. Suddenly, the doors opened and two elderly Jewish women stepped in. They looked me up and down, eyes wide with curiosity. One of them blurted out loudly, “How on earth do you walk in those things all day?” I looked down at my heels, grinning, and without missing a beat I said, “Cocaine. Lots of cocaine.”

The elevator burst into laughter, everyone inside cracking up at the absurdity. That joke led to an invitation to a party later that evening. Sometimes, a little humor and confidence can turn an ordinary moment into a memorable connection.
What I’ve realized is that success in this industry isn’t just about having the best script or the most famous talent. It’s about making genuine connections, standing out through authenticity, and sometimes, using a well-timed joke. During the Ted talks I attended that week, I saw how many people are desperate to break into a shrinking industry.

The speakers give their talks and then quietly leave, avoiding the chaos of the crowds eager to pitch.

But at the private social events, those same speakers mingle with attendees.
I had the chance to meet a few industry moguls who are not so eager to be dethroned. Those who understand their roles and play the game masterfully, holding the keys to the kingdom.
The industry can be intimidating, but it’s also full of opportunities. If you’re willing to take the leap, keep your sense of humor, and stay true to your vision, you can find your place.
Through it all, I gained a clearer perspective: if you truly love movies, make them. Make funny, meaningful, fabulous films because of your passion for the craft, not just for fame or fortune.
Whether I’m walking through Hollywood in stilettos or working behind the scenes, my goal remains the same. I want to tell stories that matter because I love it.
I’ve learned that some of the best moments happen when you least expect them, like sharing an elevator with Rob Zombie or raising a glass of champagne at a private party. That’s where the real magic begins.

Getting Serious

I realize I need help. Not the kind from a doctor in physiology, though that’s a different story altogether.

For now, I’m focusing on what it takes to succeed in this wild world of entertainment.
First and foremost, I know I cannot do this alone. Luckily, I have a very supportive cousin who has been my guiding light, helping me navigate all the pitfalls along the way. She always says, “You’ve got talent, but talent alone won’t get you anywhere. You need training, discipline, and a little bit of luck.” Taking acting seriously means investing in education. I can’t afford to wander aimlessly anymore, hoping I’ll stumble into success.
It’s time to sharpen my image, improve my skills, and really learn the craft.
Finding the right acting school was a challenge in itself. It’s not just about the curriculum; it’s about the instructor.
I remember walking into my first class feeling like a fish out of water. I was nervous, clutching my script as if it was a lifeline. The instructor, a stern but passionate woman, looked at me and said, “Let’s see what you’ve got.” I hesitated then stumbled through my lines, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Afterward I told myself if I want to do this I need to sit in on more classes and get a feel for the vibe. Sitting in the back I observed the other students some confident others just as nervous as me. If you’re not comfortable with the environment it’s almost impossible to find the courage to perform.
And honestly although I seem to have a knack for being a total goof sometimes stepping in front of strangers still makes my stomach flip.

As an introvert I developed the persona of Miss Sarah Luv to help me break out of my shell. It’s incredible how a little makeup a confident stance and a fun alter ego can change your outlook.
One day I looked in the mirror and thought this is the real me just a little more fabulous.
Most reputable agents won’t take you seriously until you’ve completed some formal training. That’s why I was lucky to find a local acting class filled with talented instructors.

The first time I stepped onto that stage I felt nervous but exhilarated.
My classmates have been my biggest supporters understanding my gender challenges and encouraging me every step of the way. Their kindness has been a lifeline.
One evening after class I drove home buzzing with energy replaying my performance in my head. In that moment, I realized what enjoy more than acting itself is creating content. Developing a story, writing dialogue and bringing a world to life with words. It was clear that’s where my true passion lies.
If only it were that simple.
I dove down the rabbit hole and enrolled in a writing class at the university.
Now a new door has opened one filled with endless possibilities.
The thrill of crafting stories imagining worlds and expressing myself through words has become my new adventure.
Who knew that my journey would lead me here? One thing is for sure I am ready to face whatever comes next because this is just the beginning.

APPARENTLY THE ROAD TO HELL ISN’T PAVED WITH GOOD INTENTIONS

Lately I’ve been reflecting on my own experience as someone navigating life as a transgender woman I’ve realized that my transition hasn’t gone as smoothly as I hoped and honestly that’s okay.

Sometimes I find myself silently watching the world around me, people arguing over bathrooms policies and who should do what.

And honestly I keep asking myself why does this suddenly feel like such a big deal?

The truth is, I blame Caitlyn Jenner! It’s easy to point fingers so I’m doing just that. When Caitlyn stepped into the spotlight with her dramatic debut, multiple outfit changes, magazine covers and red carpet appearances, it changed the conversation and not always in a good way.

Don’t get me wrong I am proud to be a transgender woman. I’ve been living my truth long before Caitlyn made her story public. I’m glad she’s living her life openly and following her dreams. That’s what we all want right?

But here’s the reality, for the past three years I’ve felt the weight of constant scrutiny not in admiration but in judgment. Being a “normal” transgender person often means living with the hope of being accepted only to face misunderstanding or even disdain.

Some people are lucky they naturally resemble the gender they identify with making their journey smoother filled with support and acceptance. For many of us though the road is tougher. Instead of rainbows and sunshine we face double standards and misperceptions.

Why is it so hard to just be treated like everyone else? Because many still refuse to see us as just people

Yes I’m proud of my decision to transition. But I can’t help feeling that Caitlyn’s high-profile visibility has inadvertently pushed many into taking sides.

Suddenly transgender issues aren’t just personal they’ve become political footballs sparking polarization, misinformation and hurtful stereotypes. I wish people would stop choosing sides and just go back to ignoring what they don’t understand. Honestly I’d prefer if people just didn’t care about where I pee or anything else related to my identity

The last thing I want is for us to be caught up in the cultural divide. Every time the media focuses on Caitlyn it seems like the headlines turn to bizarre or hurtful narratives. Some folks now think I or others like me are somehow dangerous or inappropriate just because I need to use the bathroom.

That’s not just unfair it’s damaging! Caitlyn might be living her truth publicly, but the rest of us are still dealing with the day-to-day realities of our lives.

I’ll admit I don’t perfectly represent the “silent majority” of trans folks I work in entertainment which adds its own layer of complexity. When I started my transition, I knew there would be challenges, but I never imagined that something as basic as bathroom access would become a national debate. It’s painful to think how this affects my daughter. How does she reconcile the fact that her dad is now being labeled and sometimes wrongly based on misinformation. I hope she understands that I am still the same person just living more authentically.

I try to keep my private life private, respecting my family’s wishes. I don’t want to embarrass my parents or make life harder for my teenage daughter. I’m not a performer or a drag queen. I’m just a transgender woman, a writer trying to pass in public and live my life quietly.

My goal is simple to do my work, create content and hopefully go unnoticed for the right reasons.

Then last Tuesday something small but significant happened. I was waiting at a food truck enjoying a fish taco, when I suddenly realized no one was paying attention to me. And for a moment I felt a small spark of joy.

Even a homeless person who asked me for change called me “miss” noticing me as a woman even if she might have been visually impaired. It made me wonder, could I be passable now. Is this the path toward acceptance toward that rainbow of normalcy.

Of course like everyone else, I have good days and bad days. But moments like that remind me why I keep going.

In the end what I really wish for is simple, for people to see us as human beings—complex flawed and deserving of respect.

We’re all on our own journeys and what we need most is understanding not judgment.

Busy days and bathing bees

Getting ready to travel on short notice always adds stress to ones life, couple it with an early spring bloom and it makes for some busy days.

The week started off with a last minute schedule change and I was left with four days notice to get ready for a New York television shoot.

I would be supplying my own stylist and wardrobe aka me. There is nothing I like better than shopping so a full on spree was in order. the instructions were simple bring three outfits colour is recommended. Damn only three outfits! My live just got tougher. I hate limited clothing choices.

Off I went, with a few thoughts rateling around in my head of what I would like tho wear first stop the usual haunts Guess, H&M, forever 21 nice selection but no luck .

Next stop winners. Always random but I can usually find some nice one off picks.  Luck would have it, I struck gold; a nice coral colour leather jacket and a coral print dress.

A flowing white see through dress and some beautiful lace details so so hot.

Next I need to make these outfits sizzle and nothing does that better than accessories! 

I know most of the good little boutiques in Victoria.

That afternoon I picked up some great stuff. Two outfits down one to go. I would raid my own closest and see what I can find. With out any problem there sat in front of me sixteen perfect out fits.

I hate choosing, but I have a fifty pound weight limit for the air flight. The thought of wearing multiple outfits on to the airplane crossed my mind but no. 

Time to weed out the mediocre. Let the cull begin must pack the essentials first make up , fur coat, and shoes have to go with me to hard and expensive to buy there. Well that that took care of twenty pounds.  I am left with thirty pounds and a carry on.

My house looked like a tornado whipped through leaving a trail of mismatched clothing on every available piece of floor chair and counter.

I eventually got it down to one extremely large make up case eight outfits,  three pair of high heel shoes, one pair of high heel boots, fur-coat, four leather jackets, hats, gloves, purses, accessories oh and all my camera gear dam I forgot about the camera gear. Mission Fitting them all in one large suitcase and one carry on.

impossible ????

No, never!

I stuffed and worked my magic, like a puzzle master. By sitting on top of the suitcase and pushing, I manage to get the zipper closed.

Next the weigh-in a few simple calculation and yup 79 pounds !!!

Insert loud Sigh here, defeated! Almost thirty pounds over weight. 

New approach, old plan. Okay time to roll up the sleeves and get serious this has to happen. All the useless crap had to go. I will put my three pair of shoes in my carry on and cut back the camera gear. I can and will wear as much as I can, and stuff the rest in my pockets.

Done and done just then the phone rings.
I answer it is about my add in the local paper. I have a listing for Masson bees (orchard bees). I forgot about my bees! No I am not taking them with me, but I can’t leave them unwashed, because Victoria is beginning to blossom and clients want to get their bees.

A few years ago while sitting on my back porch. I could not help feel dejected while staring at the apple trees in my back yard orchard.

Another stellar year, I thought to myself. The year before, I managed to produced one apple. It was a fine apple but hardly enough for an apple turnover.

Is that all I would see this year ?

What am I doing wrong? Well with a little help from Google, I narrowed it down to lack of pollination. I could either pollinate the blossoms by hand or get bees.

What the hell happen to Mother Nature did she go on vacation? No, it turns out the honey bees are having a tough go of it.

After some research, I realized mason bees were the answer. I built a few a bee hives or houses and bit the bullet and bought the ten bee starter kit and began to raise bees in hopes of a good harvest. Success bushels of apples, baskets full of peaches. 

Fast forward three years and I am now known in Victoria as a reputable bee supplier. I am more popular than the garden centres because, well I guess I sell a top quality product at a cheap price. I a.  not making millions, but a nice little side hustle that  manages to pay for a family vacation every year.

Wow I can’t believe it was time for the annual bathing of the bees. The bees are not dirty or smelly just have a problem with mites. If you don’t take care of them, it will eventually wipe out your entire colony; so a good bath in a light bleach solution will do the trick. It is not harmful to the bees but kills the mights. After I carefully clean and dry them. I store them in large can in my fridge, boldly marked bees just incase someone unknowingly opens them.

The day of my flight has arrived and all my early customers are happy with there bees.

I am so excited to get going but as usual it’s three in the morning and I am arranging my bag in the back seat of my car at the airport. When I finally get to the check out wearing many layers of clothing and a pleasant smile; I see the girl working the airline counter is flustered.

I am the only one standing in line and she beckons me to step up. She states that her computer is not working. Something about expired password. After standing there for a long moment, wondering how to jump this hurdle. She finally offered check me in manually. I was stunned that in this day an age that was even an option. It was time consuming but since I am the only one in the line it seemed like a good plan. Looking around the empty airport, hell I had two hours. I was glad I was the only one to read and follow the airline rules on the back of the ticket

The Moment of dread “do you have any bags to check “she asked? ” just one ” I reply with my best boyish grin (insert sparkly eyes here ) as I put it on the scale and the numbers instantly read 59 lbs. Maybe she won’t notice, I think to myself. She was distracted by having to manually process my ticket.

Nope she looks over at the weight scale and sighs. She starts the sentence with “I can’t ” and my heart sinks, but then she goes on to
Say “charge you for that because my computer is not working,. I will just put a heavy sticker on it. ” and then she began to mumble something about the company not providing her the tools to do her job.

Yes that was awesome! it really is the small victories that make a day great.  I watched the bag track along the conveyer belt. As it disappeared I realized, I could of put my shoes back in the checked luggage. Now I will have to explain to airport security why I was packing around stiletto heels.
Well what do you know random body search for me. I’m so lucky and complete removal of everything in my carry-on luggage my panties, shoes, and bras proudly displayed for inspection. Embarrassing no not really but explaining the the neck collars and random bondage items a little awkward. Mental note do not try and bring a belt with a hand cuff buckle on an USA bound flight unless you want a pat down.

The rest of the fight went off with out much trouble next stop New York.