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About charitythomas

I am a highly skilled, innovative and experienced Art Department Coordinator, Associate Producer and Production Supervisor looking to bring my skills in-house. While working with talented and globally recognized musicians, producers, directors and networks such as Viacom, BP, HBO, Buscuit Filmworks, Anonymous Content, RSA, MJZ, Goldcrest Films, ESPN, Target and MAC Cosmetics, Barry Levinson and Spike Lee. I have a collaborative leadership style with a proven track record of producing projects on time and budget without compromising quality. I hold an M.A in Media Studies from The New School University and a Bachelor of Arts in Radio, TV, and Film from Howard University and extensive experience as a freelancer. I am looking for a home to develop and build a long lasting production team. Find me here: http://charitythomas.org

Changing Phases: Changing of the Guard

My dad’s got leukemia and he’s not going to get treatment. it’s hard. it brings up all of these feelings. i realize I’m the only person in his life who’s known him the longest. as his mind goes, the other versions of him, all of his adult life, i’ve been the only constant other than his parents and aunt mo. and she’s out of the picture. with that bullshit.

So, how do I reconcile his lack of care? actual physical care. there are so many me-s that know so many him-s. while i’m better equipped to deal with all of these characters, i’m emotionally worn out. i’m resistant to becoming the adult in this situation. i’m wrestling with my shoulds. there’s a simple wrod that describes what i’m feeling, but i can’t find it. ah, obligation. see, not so hard. i have to define for myself my degrees of obligation. but when i see him, i just want to take care of him. he’s so pitiful. his mind gone is devastating. it happened so fast, i didn’t know the last time we talked was the last time he’d understand me. but that’s always the way. that’s life.

so many layers. primal shit. my eyes are constantly wet with tears.

poor old bastard. he called his current wife his 3rd wife’s name to me. I don’t know if he does it to her and don’t want to ask her. that’s her husband. what a shame. she’s respecting his wishes and breaking her own heart. she loves him. i feel sorry for her. AND have to keep my distance a bit. I feel as selfish as I think he is. i guess not out of character for either of us.

Now we just watch him die, i guess. keep moving through our days. there’s no script for this. this is pure individuation. while being a shared human experience. i guess the routineness of it lends itself to each person going through it differently. it’s one of the few experiences all humans will have one way or another.

i haven’t even gotten to the what has he taught me part of the show.

what will i lose? what do i want to get from him now? what if I can’t get anything, what then? more trauma?

and while i want to help minnie and taariq, i’m fighting for my life in my own mask right now. for some reason (ha-reason!) i always thought i’d be super detatched from the parents dying. this is hitting me really hard. like full body ache hard. all the little me-s are destroyed by the news. they still see they’re tall handsome laughing dad. 30’s dad. before he became so heavy.

but i also have been confronted with my body shame shit too. i always chalked it up to the islam, but it’s some dad shit. his pscyho sexual shit is also coming out in that he thinks everyone in the hospital is having sex all the time and something about movie theater masturbation. it was the disgust/ can you believe it/ i don’t want to be a part of it that was so…bizarre. that’s some deep therapist time there.

Dear “I Married A Mobster”,

You knew what you were getting yourself into so don’t cry for me Argentina.  Really, so the guy that sold you into slavery, you call him when you escape then do coke and run the casinos for him for two years?  Really?  I know you were only 15 ½, but come on.  I’ve been that age.  I had a complicated home life.  

Then, instead of calling your mom, after escaping from the sex prison you call the dude who totally sold you to the sex slavers.  There’s not that much benefit of the doubt in the world.  I guess I just had girlfriends that I knew I could call whenever my mom saw fit to throw me out.  I know how traumatic that experience can be.  To not feel wanted.  When you’re in trouble and to have no solid base.  I get it.  But I also didn’t hang out with pimps.  But still…

Then you marry the hitman that teaches you how to shoot and, in surgical detail, how to murder a man.  But it’s fun swimming in pools, I get it.  Your parents did you a great disservice by trying to lock you up instead of taking you to a therapist.  My mom, at least, took me to the therapist.  Wait, no…actually she called the police on me before we went to the therapist.  Excuse me…carry on.

But I’m glad you have your life together now… whatever your name was lady from Vegas.  Your story sucked.  But there were some moments when I just felt like, you liked things more than information and now you wanna act like you were too afraid when you knew what was going on.   

I mean, his kid tried to strangle you and smother your kid with a pillow… what else do you need to try to get out of that shit?  

Anyway, your story touched me.

Charity

I wonder what it’s like to have a partner that supports you

I get accused a lot. he can’t do hard things, it’s not his fault, but it is my problem.

Like, what if instead of telling me what to do, he asked me what I thought then actually listened.

 

Then how would I want it to look?

I’d work my ass off and buy myself an apartment.

i’d share my work, get feedback, have someone interested in me, in what i know, in my opinion and not only when it mirrors his own. in myar and past and life. who surprises me with gifts. who plans things for me.

someone who;ll listen and remember what i’ve said.

i realize i’ve had so many drunken conversations with Ben, real pour your heart out stuff, the kind of stuff that you think bonds you and now, really realizing, he doesn’t remember that stuff.

we actually go back to zero everytime. i wouldn’want to be around me when i drink either. becausse then i say all the shit i’ve been saying but meaner and madder because i’ve been repeating myself for so long. it makes me feel crazy. and his anxiety is exactly the same as it’s always been. since 2013. same fear. only, he’s married me. of course he feels trapped. he should. i’ve begun expecting things from him. i need him right now, and he actually can’t handle that. it’s not his fault. he’s doing the best he can do. he’s been needing to run for a while and i knew my dad’s shit would push him over the edge.

and while he feels “I should be ashamed of myself for not working right now”, i’m not. i know what i need. i don’t want to treat myself the way he treats himself or he treats me. so i have to ignore him for the time being.

my back worry is that he’s called my support people upset and i haven’t heard from them. he’s manipulative. he remembers how it felt last time when he was alone and didn’t get to tell his side first. And… i’m ackowledging it without worrying about it. i was feeling sorry for myself, alone for my birthday. planning my own bd. but for this 48th year (I swear it is literally around my birthday that he freaks out…he is like mom.) as I said for my 38th,let’s leave that there. i’ll enter 48 knowing that i’ve married the wrong person. it sucks. i love him, mostly. but this isn’t the marriage i want. he can’t do any better in the ways i need. our imago match is too much and he’s not really willing to change. he can’t operate in any other way. it’s all that’s been modeled to him. he does need to go back with his parents.

But tell me about you Charity,

Well, I’m going to paint the shit out of this apartment. Hang my pix back on the walls.

put my books on the bookshelf.

put the stuff on the stairs in the living room closet.

paint the stairs…something bright.

toss that kids furniture/mosquito nests

thin my closet.

What does work/money/career look like:

-i’m going to help that sangadore girl, take a leap

keep ADC’ing but pimp myself out for more remote work.

take a show to start, 57th st would be perfect actually

finish paying my taxes

save 20k again, upmy 401k benifits to the max

write

Is there any romance? (i know we touched on this part earlier)

i guess. i’m so hurt right now. but it’s a hurtful situation. is it more hurtful if you know all this stuff and stay with him? i think so, but still hopeful.

so, i can’t even think about looks. SoI’d like someone who trusts himself and is gentle with themselves. Disciplined but not dogmatic. i’d like a creative partner, imaginative. likes to drink but not to excess, smokes weed. will watch old movies with me. is tender with me. interested in me and black people. even when they know,will still be sturred and inspired by revolution. will help me plot how we’ll have our own little one. in the ways we can. someone who knows to allow me to rest and knows that iwhen i’m rested, i have that much more room to love. who understands that if i do’t recharge, i can’t do anything. and even if they don’t understand it, they understand that i have to do it. won’t shame me in it. i want someone who doesn’t want to make me ashamed of anything. who i’m not afraid of. who is emotionally as mature as I am (at least in their mid thirties emotionally, ha). i’d like for him to share my interests in media, but for him to come to the table with something I can also learn more about. i want him to not just complain for complaints sake. i’d like to want to change some non fundamental things in a compromise. liek a fair equal compromise. i’d like for his first words to not be some way to disparage or shut me down if I ask for something. judy saw it. i’d rather him be kind in his response. i need some kindness and sensitivity right now. i need someone i can depend on and trust and not wonder if he’s been drinking and if he’ll even remember the conversation he’s pushing for. who will threaten your living space because he has a fragile ego and can’t back down from anything. that he can’t just listen, he always has to talk and be right.

i need someone i can trust too. if we don’t trust each other, why are we doing this? what’s the point? and while i can trust him-ish, i’ve closed my eyes to a lot of it. like when i’m in the car. i breathe through it.

someone who doesn’t yuck my yum. who doesn’t call the things i like terrible. like really, what a drag. can you believe i haven’t listened to my music, done my exercises, not in the way i used to, because i can hear the first comments in england that stopped me. that made me have to be wasted to play my music. “ugh, this is terrible”, “what disgusting crap are you watching now?” and if i don’t just take it, then there’s a doubling down 9it really is all just projection) and even the convo about gaslighting, what a shame my mind goes here. and just because i write it doesn’t make it true. and i get to have any fucking thought and write any fucking thing i want. i dont’ have to show it to anyone, it’s for me and i get to share what i want, but that won’t keep me from writing anymore.

this has been so cathartic. and downloading a bunch of songs that brought…bring me joy. and if he doesn’t like it, he can put on headphones.

what else happens in your reclaiming? and don’t think about the money. that budget actually really helped.

 

 

Born Again Christians, or Birthday Whores

Just think about it.

Dear Time Traveller’s Wife

Why? What was that? The naked dude’s ass is amazing. I mean, what teenager wouldn’t if they could? The Gomez bit is weird and too much. Who was gonna buy that art? A musical number? Really? Ugh.

I can’t say goodbye to 2017 fast enough

I’m being harsh…psyche. Between the serious PTSD I have from not only moving back to America (post-Brexit) but the now constant post-Weinstein sexual harassment stories floating about. I grew up in production, literally.

I got my first job at 20 years old picking up trash from a tarmac after seeing Biggie step out of a plane with a set of twins. That was the first day I was aware that how I looked was how I kept working. I’m a hard worker and dressed mostly in baggy everything so I wouldn’t have to repel the comments, but none of that saved me. None of us. And we’re below the line. I’ve had directors stare at my boobs through entire meetings, props hug me too tight while asking if this was sexual harassment. I even had an AD on a long running tv show ask me to run so he could see my titties shake. When I didn’t (because I didn’t have to) I wasn’t hired on that show again. It had been a lifeline in a young freelance career. Many crew went on to higher positions behind the camera. That opportunity was cut off from me because I didn’t throw my boobs around.

Then I watch this administration do everything in it’s power to demolish poor and working class people, and I’m about to look for a job…again. Freelance life is boring and I just want a full time gig without the sexual harassment.

I want to go to work, collaborate with talented sane people, make something beautiful, come home too tired, hang out with my husband then count my money as I fall into a deep secure sleep.

That doesn’t seem like too much to ask.

I finally get Taylor Swift

I work in a shop and when I began I noticed the music and it was what we now call “classic” which is just music from my childhood.  But some music, the new stuff, I have come to recognize as the kids that win awards now, like Taylor Swift. It’s corporate music. It’s the same music you hear in every store you shop, restaurant you eat, and commercial you watch. I get it now. That’s how they have so much money.

People don’t listen to the radio (as such) anymore so the marketers have curated the most innocuous muzak that has that clicky autotuned thing pop songs have now.

I feel so “duh” about it. But it has made me listen to the words to the songs more and that Taylor Swift…gets around.

PS: There’s a muzak version of It Ain’t No Fun, If The Homies Can’t Have None. It’s if the homies can’t have fun, which is also true…not the spirit of the song.

Highlights of our Masterclass with Isaac Densu, Commissioning Editor, All 4 Shorts

I wrote this for The TVCollective @ http://www.thetvcollective.org/2015/09/14/highlights-of-our-masterclass-with-isaac-densu-commissioning-editor-all-4-shorts/.  Simone Pennant is doing the good work.

Snippet of recent MasterClass with Isaac Densu on Monetising your Online content.

Isaac Densu commissioner from Channel 4’s All4Shorts recently joined us for a #TVCMasterclass taking us on a whistle stop tour of all things online.

Isaac spoke extensively about his role at Channel 4 and the projects he has been involved with.  Rich Kids go Shopping being one of the most popular shorts series not only because it hit the 16-25 year old demographic, but also chimed with the brand of the station and it’s thumbnail a instant audience grabber.

MasterClass Highlights:

Nine things to consider when pitching to Isaac or anyone at the AllShorts at Channel 4:

  • Know their audience. Do your research on the channel’s brand.
  • Don’t waste time writing a wordy pitch document – keep is short, sweet and straight to the point.
  • Send an email with the title, a simple overview, contributors, thumbnails, a taster tape (optional) as well as samples of your previous work.
  • Make it an espresso shot – Again short, sweet and straight to the point.
  • Make sure your pitch and idea is as complete as possible.
  • Stick the spoiler at the top, then justify/reveal.
  • Make your short between 3-7 minutes long, unless there’s a big reveal. Don’t over complicate it.
  • They’re looking for new ways to tell stories: factual, documentary, tech films.
  • Niche subject matter with broad appeal. Think, who’s going to share this and why.

Shorts Tariff: £3k per airing, £18k for the series.

Want to avoid broadcasters and go it alone? Isaac top tips for monetising your content:

  • Key – build partner you can collaborate and consolidate with.
    More views, more money.
    Platforms already consolidated tend to be  more profitable.

“If creative professionals were to get together bringing with them their fans and followers to one central location, think of the potential audience they would have”. 

  • Share your audiences with each other.
    As Producers, rely and support your peers.
    Work with established YouTube partner who have followers if you already have content.

“Imagine walking into an advertising agency telling them you have 400 hours of premium content and to find advertising to fit around it”.

  • Build a website with other independent Producers and Directors.
  • Lastly generate generate a buzz around your content.
  • And never underestimate the power of the thumbnail.

Making Time for Writing: Walking Towards the Fear

It takes everything in me some days to sit down and write. We’ve all read it all before about successful writer’s habits, advice, routines, trying to glean some comfort in seeing that somebody went to bed really early or slept really late or drank 1000 cups of coffee in four hours before they, I don’t know, threw up all over their work and did it all again later.

But the thing that still grips me is the fear. The fear of exposure because as Nikita Lalwani blogged, all great stories are based in truth. It’s the exposures to me that draw me in. Seeing the weakness in characters allows me to be kinder with myself because that connection and tenderness is what allows me to be both tender and brutal with my characters.

But allowing myself to be myself in my writing is really the hardest thing. My self-censor has re-risen since moving to the UK from The States. Everything is double checked for tone, a lack of cultural similarities that makes jokes fall flat. Entendre has no mirror.

One thing the fear keeps me from is joining a writer’s workshop. Hell, showing my work to anyone in general, except my trusted few, ties me in knots and makes my writing sound like a robot wrote it. There’s that fear of exposing that I’m scared.

But when I’m tender with myself. Really let me say what I want, how I want to…it flows so beautifully. I can close my eyes and see the words, the space, the person, feel the mood.

I want us all to walk towards that fear. That discomfort leads to a joy.  Those of us who are writers, in the ‘cause I gotta’ category, we gotta do it. But I think that we all need some sort of support.

If you want to move past the fear, this website is the place to begin moving past your fear and grabbing hold to your passions. Share your stories with me, anonymously if you must. But share with me.

2016

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How I feel about everything right now.