I’ve been thinking about how interesting it is the way I can easily move between my role on film sets versus my role in my daily life. On set I dress down, I don’t wear makeup, I lift heavy shit, I put together equipment, and I’m just “one of the guys” if you will. Outside of that world I’m (believe it or not) extremely feminine. For example: I fucking love dresses. I would wear a beautiful dress every day if it were up to me. I dance on a pole. I flaunt my female sexuality. But on set I am a dirty, sweaty, tough little lady. It’s strange the way a person can easily move between seemingly opposing gender roles. It makes you think.

I might be going to San Miguel, Mexico next week. Jonathan invited me to come along but I can’t make up my mind! It seems dangerous but exciting. Eep!