Corkboards, coffee, and queer yellow rice.

Hi my name is Rolando Gil, but I answer to whatever is scribbled on my Starbucks cup. I live off of basic bitch coffee. My first feature length script is sloppily pinned in front of me. Sliced post it notes cling to the corkboard perfectly nailed to the wall in, order? A perfect metaphor of my life. If my thoughts are dumped into a bucket then they are organized right? Ok I’m done with my attempt at quirkiness.

So what to say about myself? What topics can I focus on? Hmm, well I’m Latino, and from Jersey. Yelling at drivers is in my blood. I’m also an army brat, which means I find lots of MRE’s to be yummy, and military demonstrations and procedures to be confusing. My nine year old self developed a lot of respect for our military. While simultaneously wanting the services to be done so we could get McDonalds.

The Americanized-Latino part of me speaks fluent Spanish, but with an American accent. At times it’s fairly hilarious. Other times, it can be quite frustrating. I try to connect more to the culture in my struggles to cook, while not having the large Latino family from which to get the chicken and rice recipe that's been passed down from my great grandmothers neighbors aunt, that undoubtedly worked the sugarcane fields, and only cooked it in a Calderón that was twice blessed by the spirit of a Taino murdered by a Spanish colonizer. He did tell me not to buy Goya products though, since they licked Trumps boots in a plea to benefit from white privilege while getting kicked in the teeth. Yes sir, can I have another?

The queer part of me loves putting on my gay cap, and speaking like a confident sassy black woman. The feminist side of me sits the queer side of me down for coffee and analyzes where that stereotype comes from, asking it to be a better ally. The millennial side of me is exhausted and tries to remember the conversation while looking for love on Scruff, and teaching the younger millennials and Gen Z’ers about our queer history, of which it just researched five minuets prior. Shit, the rice is burning. Maybe I should wrap this up.

I guess we’ll see where this journey through my word jungle ends up. I’ll sharpen my machete as I go, and watch out for parasitic worms along the way. In the meantime, feel free to thumb through the work on my site, like, share and subscribe! Wait is that a website thing? I need to stop falling into YouTube holes.

Stay awkward my fellow weirdos!

Rolando Gil