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two pictures in a scrapbook

I spent much of last week doing some work to move something from being an Idea to being A Thing. I’m still not sure that it’s going to be the Thing I thought it was going to be, because it kind of wants to be this whole other Thing and … you know what? It doesn’t matter. This doesn’t make any sense outside of my head, anyway.

The point is, I spent a lot of time reading my own blog last week, and I was so grateful to Past Wil for writing and publishing those things, here, when he didn’t even think for a moment that Future Wil would want to see them again. I also noticed enormous gaps where I didn’t publish anything, which made me a little sad for whatever Past Wil was going through then.

Today, I got one of those Facebook Memories that I was very surprised to discover I didn’t xpost to my blog. So I’m copying it here, today, for Future Wil, and also for Current Anyone Who Is Interested.

This is from October 2, 2019:

 

When I was at a con a couple weeks ago, I met a lovely woman who shared her scrapbook from the 80s with me. It’s kind of a time capsule of me from about 13 to 17, filled with pictures and clippings from all the teen magazines my mother made me be part of, even though it was *way* out of my comfort zone to be in these pictures, or to talk to people I didn’t know about my personal stuff.

Based on the mock turtleneck, the larger photo is probably from about 1988, when I was 15 or maybe 16. You can see that this was during a hot minute when I was trying to lean in on my cowlick, and just make it some big dumb stand up thing that I tried to convince myself didn’t look as dumb as it did.
The inset photo is from when we filmed the music video for Stand By Me. This was taken *very* early in the cycle of publicity for the movie. I’m pretty sure it predates even the first teen magazine thing I had to do. Man, I remember how conflicted I felt on that day. On the one hand, I was so excited to be part of something that was going to be on MTV (kids, you gotta know that in those days, for teenagers, being on MTV was the coolest thing, ever). But I was also terrified, because I had (and have) no rhythm, did not (and do not) like to dance, and just felt like an alien in my own body.

River and his family were incredibly musical. He could play guitar and sing, and they were all so comfortable on that set, I wished I could have just settled into it like they did.

During a break, we all ended up in a dressing room on the stage with Ben E. King, and River and he just started jamming together. River picked up a guitar — remember, he was only 15 or 16, and Ben E. King was a legend — and just started strumming. Ben E. King started singing, and before we knew it, everyone in the room was singing with him. Someone pulled a harmonica out and started playing it. Someone else began to drum on the back of a chair, and River’s mom danced that dance we always see people doing at Grateful Dead shows.

I remember feeling so thrilled to be in that room, and also feeling so sad and anxious that I couldn’t join in with them. And that’s really sad to me, now. I couldn’t vocalize it at the time, and I probably wasn’t aware of it then, but I had been so relentlessly bullied by the man who was my father, I had no confidence, terrible self esteem, and I lived in constant fear of being humiliated.

I wonder how that day would have been for me if I’d had the confidence to just dance and sing and join in, without the always-on fear that someone would tease me or make me feel small for not being the best at it. At the very least, that picture wouldn’t make me feel sad, like I need to hug that kid and mentor him the way the man who is his father should have.

Some day, I will see pictures of young me, and I won’t feel sad. I don’t know how I’m going to get there, but it’ll happen. Some day.

Here’s the video. I’m super awkward, but I still got to be on MTV, which was pretty cool.

3 October, 2021 Wil 44 Comments
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This is what gaslighting sounds like.

TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE.

I saw this image a few days ago and WOW it hit me so hard. This is how my shitty, manipulative, narcissist parents talked to me for my entire childhood, whenever I told her I didn’t want to go on auditions, or he made me cry with his relentless bullying: you’re always twisting things, you’re so dramatic, stop feeling sorry for yourself, don’t be so sensitive. The piece of shit who was my father loved to frustrate me until I began to cry. Then he’d holler “Okay, cut!” like I was on the set, before he unloaded mocking laughter at me. He was such a fucking bully to me, and I never deserved it.

If you didn’t live with gaslighting (you are so lucky. I hope you appreciate how lucky you are), it may be tough to understand how crazy this sort of thing made me feel, and why, at 49 years old, I can still feel in my heart and my soul every single time they did this to me, like I’m a helpless child all over again.
It’s like they made a choice, at some point in my childhood, that I would not get the unconditional love they gave my brother and sister. Nothing I did was good enough for the man who was my father, and the only thing my mother cared about was how many auditions I booked. What did I care about? What did I like? How did I feel about … anything? It just didn’t matter, and it was probably stupid.

I didn’t understand it, and it hurt so much. And whenever I tried to talk to them about it (no child should have to figure out how to express to their parents that they feel unloved), the gaslighting would come out: you’re always twisting things, you’re so dramatic, stop feeling sorry for yourself, don’t be so sensitive.

I feel like it started around third or fourth grade, around the time I started working a lot in commercials and then movies (again: not my choice. It was never my choice). I wonder if he resented the time and attention my mother gave me? I wonder if she enjoyed making him … I don’t know, jealous of his own kid? Everything was a passive aggressive power struggle with them, so maybe. I do know that I never saw him treat another person with the cruelty and contempt he showed for me. It wasn’t until Stand By Me, though, that the man who was my father began physically abusing me, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me while he made this enraged growling sound I’ll never be able to unhear. When Star Trek happened, it got even worse. That was when he started screaming at me that I was a “dumb little fuck” in front of my friends. I was painfully aware of how much my dad didn’t like me, because he made no effort to hide it. I mean, anyone with a pulse could have seen it. And nobody stepped in to protect me. My mother just pretended none of it happened, going so far as to make me apologize to him after he jabbed me in the chest while he screamed at me about some fucking thing I didn’t even do, and I just exploded in grief and fear and yelled back at him.

After literally years — I’m talking decades — of trying to talk with them, trying to meet them somewhere in the middle of “that never happened” and “this absolutely happened and this is how it made me feel”, I made the incredibly difficult choice to end contact with my abusers a few years ago.

It sucks, and it hurts, all the time. But having no parents is better than having my parents. And that also sucks.

Over forty years after I became aware of it, it still hurts like it all just happened. I know how it feels to have a huge black hole in your heart where a parent’s love ought to be. I know what it’s like to have nobody to call when something cool happens, or when something awful happens and you need mom and dad to make it better. (I am so grateful for my Star Trek family. Without them, I very likely would have ended up a statistic.)

But I also know that I never did anything wrong. I know that it’s not my fault. I didn’t deserve it. I was ALWAYS enough. He hates me because he hates himself. I have to remind myself about that more often than anyone should have to, but I know what’s real, and I know that I’m not twisting things, being dramatic, feeling sorry for myself, or being too sensitive.
If you recognize any of this gaslighting from your own life, I want you to know that I see you. I believe you. I’m so sorry. I know how it feels. I know how it makes us feel crazy. I know how it makes us question our own lived experience, how it makes us doubt what we know to be true, because it happened to us.

I am here to tell you that you are enough. That WE are enough. It’s not us. It was never us. It was always them.

16 September, 2021 Wil 111 Comments
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Acting Ensign Pride Pins

A lot of you asked where you could get the Acting Ensign pride pin I wore for the most recent episode of Ready Room, and I’m psyched to let you know that they’re available now over at Stands! Every pin sale benefits the It Gets Better Project, an organization dedicated to uplifting, empowering, and connecting LGBTQ+ youth. Get yours here: shopstands.com

8 September, 2021 Wil 19 Comments
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Star Trek Day: 2021

Star Trek premiered this week, 55 years ago, and tomorrow we will celebrate all things Star Trek, past, present, and future with a live, free, global streaming event that I can not believe I get to co-host.

I’ve read the entire script, and I’m about to leave for rehearsal, so I know most of the OMGAREYOUSERIOUS stuff that will be revealed. I’m not going to spoil anything, but I will tell you that if you love Star Trek the way I love Star Trek, you won’t want to miss it.

I mean … look at this:

 

I’m co-hosting with my dear friend Mica Burton. We’ll be coming to you, live, from the Skirball Cultural Center, starting at 5:30pm Pacific / 8:30pm Eastern. Star Trek Day will be streamed on Paramount+, YouTube, Facebook, and via Rutherford’s cyborg implant.

7 September, 2021 Wil 17 Comments
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and a hearty fuck you to facebook, too.

I posted this comment on my own Facebook page, on a post about the horrifying assault on women in Texas, by the Texas GOP. I’m unclear how a general statement like this, not in reply to anyone or even on someone else’s page, is harassment or bullying.

Facebook gave me a choice to either accept this, or dispute it. If I accept it, it goes as a permanent strike against me. If I dispute it (I did) they’ll … eventually get to it, I guess. Either way, I’m in Facebook jail for three days. It feels real authoritarian and arbitrary to me.

I just want to reaffirm my contempt for Texas Republicans and the white women who voted for them. They are fucking garbage humans who deserve to fall into a well filled with vomit, never to emerge.

Also, the bullshit Facebook decides is out of bounds makes no sense to me. Facebook is totally fine with domestic terrorists organizing violence, and anti-vaxx liars spreading lies that get people killed, but you tell Texas Republicans to go fuck themselves, and that’s just too much for Facebook’s delicate sensibilities.

What a bunch of bullshit.

Edit 9/8/21: I am confident this whole thing was triggered by a White Fragility brigade, and I’d like to invite those delightful people to suck it.

6 September, 2021 Wil 106 Comments

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