Simply send an email to with the subject New Casting Call and include the following information. Thanks for stopping and talking with me for a spell.Are you a producer or director? Seeking talent for your next project? Post your casting notice on Ace Your Audition. Well, it’s been a gas having a chat with you. ![]() And despite my own flighty nature, I don’t take that lightly. ![]() I hope one day I’ll be a mainstay on flagpoles everywhere - up to and including the grounds of the White House (and not just during Pride month, either.) My fabric holds within its folds a lot of joy, visibility, and identity for one of the biggest sections of the LGBT family. Plus, hey: wrinkles are a sign of character and a life well-lived. People were so excited to yank me out of my packaging and drape me about their shoulders like a cape that they didn’t want to waste a moment showing off who they were in a community that loves and respects them. But I’ve mellowed as I’ve grown, and also gotten some much-needed perspective: now I see that it was never a sign of disrespect. I used to, though! I used to be a little vain about this stuff (I mean, can you blame me? I’m gorgeous!) In my earlier years, I interpreted it as a sign of disrespect that I’d get touted about Pride with more wrinkles than a prune left in a tub for a week. But it’s also great to get busted out in other countries during other months, too - I’m not picky!īefore you say it, I’m gonna clear up a rumor people ask me about all the time: No, I don’t care if I have wrinkles in me. I love to wave and fly in the warm winds of June. I’ve seen some huge versions of me getting carried through parades across the planet. I really love when people bust out their personal iterations of me and take them to Pride. That brings a tear to my eyes (if I had them, that is). They’re so different, but they all have one thing in common - making a permanent mark of your pride in being bi. I have to say, though: I may be the most impressed by the tattoos of me I’ve seen around the world. I can’t choose my favorite! I mean, that’s to be expected - we known to get a little stumped by multiple choices. The pins, the tote bags, the artwork, the makeup - I love it all. Oh, I have to say - I absolutely adore what everyone has done with me. Most people can remember that purple is in the middle since that’s what you get when you blend pink and blue, so that should hopefully clear things up for the lot of ya. Easiest way for me to remember is to think of it like a sunset on the ocean: the blue water is always at the bottom of the view. Now, a lot of people ask me - Bestie: Is it the blue or the pink that tops? (Hehehe.) Well, it’s pink! Pink, purple, then blue at the bottom. (I know that was another groan-worthy pun, but c’mon: we’re bi! Bis love puns! You’ve gotta admit: I’m a real stitch.) And the purple in the middle of this bodacious bi sammich? That’s the blending of both attractions. ![]() The blue stripe represents heterosexual (remember: hetero- means "different", not "opposite”). The pink represents homosexual attraction, or attraction to your own sex (there’s a long and storied narrative about why pink is associated with homosexuality, but I won’t get into it here). Maybe you’re wondering what the colors represent? They’re not just vibes. ![]() That sigil was created for the Boston Bi Woman’s Community by artist Liz Nania. That makes me old enough to buy a drink, but young enough that I can still stay on my parents’ insurance (phew!)īut while this flag is my final form, before that an earlier version of my colors was in the symbol called the BiAngles - a set of three overlapping triangles with the colors pink, purple, and blue. You know, I’m still pretty young, myself - in my early twenties! Some people feel like I’ve been around forever, but really I came into the Bestie form you know and love back in 1998 (#90sbaby), conjured into being by an artist named Michael Page. I know the youths are calling each other that these days. Ooh, hey, or you could call me Bestie (all pronouns, naturally). I guess you could say with Bi Flag you could call me B.F. My name? Well, I haven’t got one, really. Good to see you! What’s your name? Oh, that’s a lovely name. Hey there! Welcome, come on in! I wasn’t sure if you saw me, but I was waving.
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