Gay cheerleader

In 2008, I received the prestigious Leeway Transformation Award — and it truly was transformational. The grant made it possible for me to travel to Spain for a assessing of a short movie I produced, a career highlight that included doing press, hanging out with the delightful Alan Cumming, and staying at the Axel — billed as the world’s first LGBTQIA hotel (its signage scan “straight friendly”). It also allowed me to journey to South Korea to speak on a panel about women in production, and to invest in camera equipment at a time when it was far more expensive — iPhones had only just come out the year before. I was later able to pay it forward by lending that gear to other budding filmmakers.

Since its founding in 1993, the Leeway Foundation has focused on developing women’s presence in the arts. Over time, its mission has grown to support women, trans, and gender-nonconforming artists and cultural producers whose work lives at the intersection of art, culture and social change. Leeway has been a quiet but potent force behind a significant portion of the art and social justice operate happening in our town. Many of the people I’ve interviewed over the years have been uplifted by Leeway’s

Was anyone here ever a male cheerleader? (1 Viewer)

*Guzzles the rest...opens the next one*

Adequately, practices start and words gets out. I am getting more phone calls from guys who I barely knew having no idea how they got my phone number.

"Saints-Man, is it true you are a cheerleader"

"Yes"

"Why?"

"Well, a block friend of mine asked me(I considered Leslie a friend too...even though I am doubting that at this point)"

Silence.

"Dude, you are doosh".(and other sundry insults and questions of my manhood)

That was a transcript that was repeated frequently. Oh well. I made a committment and I was gone to stick to it.

So, practice starts. What amazes me at how SERIOUS these people were. It is amatuer hour, because we only have a sponsor and no coach. The girls are putting things together. Close your eyes and imagine this...8 girls, just developing into womanhood, attempting to come up with strategy. Hormones raging, menstrual blood flowing, clique conduct fully engaged.

It was absolute freaking hell.

But you see...I have a ray of hope. There is cheerleader camp. Yep. Camp with a

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