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My Androgynous Female Yearning Soul


May 26th, 2014, Memorial Day.

On a quadrophonic stereo from Sears, I’d drop the needle on Side One of my favorite new album:  EURYTHMICS, “Sweet Dreams Are Made of This.”  I’d cleaned the needle, but there was always a little pop before…drum machine, bass.  Bass, and a drop in my diaphragm.  A voice, deep, then childish, grunting.  Uhnn.  Massive guitar riff, right down your spine.  Uhnn.  Uhnn.

“Love love love is a dangerous drug /You have to receive it and you still can’t get enough of the stuff.”  Didn’t I know it?  I lived in a state of That yearning.

Dave Stewart’s guitar tickled hot nerves, and Annie Lennox said it all, with a mock.  She knew me.  Uhnn.  “And I want you so, it’s an obsession.”   Poor College Roommate who shared the paper-thin wall with me, as I exerted my newfound Hungry Bisexual self.  “The power of imagination goes right to my head.  I’ve got an angel.”  I’d trap lovers for days, until their escape, then, I’d yearn for more.  Uhnn.  It could be pretty depressing, but EURYTHMICS let me dance to it!  Groove in it.  Play with the Pain of Desire Unquenchable.  “Jealous by nature, false and unkind.”  Yep.  Bum bum bum

“Wrap it up, I’ll take it.”  In Denton, Texas, there were segregated same-sex bars.  But in Austin, we all danced together, boys and girls, gay, straight, bi.  We did everything together, and we danced and danced.  EURYTHMICS’ next album, “Touch,” played as our soundtrack through the mid-80s.  When Annie took off the blond wig, she was MY Victor/Victoria.  She took off the old Female, revealing, a Being, not male or female, and fully sexual.

“Wrap it up, I’ll take it.”  But then, AIDS came around.  Dear Ones died.  Music changed.  The S&L Crisis took our tips, in the restaurants we all worked in.  People danced less and drank more.

I lost Eurythmics in L.A.  They were passé.  Bars, again, were segregated.  Boys bars.  Girls bars.  “Oh, how can you be so cold?”  It was a rough town for me in 1987. “I could give you a mirror to show you disappointments.”   I danced at Rage, but with more rage in me, too. “I could give you a history.”

I finally learned to stop eating people.  I had brave ones teach me Love.  I found my own.  But at 21, it was tough.  Music showed me solidarity.  I had the great Bowie.  I had Prince.  And I had Annie Lennox to sing right into my Androgynous Female yearning soul.   “This is the story.  It’s a little thing.



JAMIE TOLBERT FRANKLIN – wrote and starred in the Sundance hit short HAVE YOU SEEN PATSY WAYNE?  Part of a troop of actors who performed in Justin Tanner’s string of hit plays at the Cast Theater in Hollywood, Jamie originated roles in ZOMBIE ATTACK! and PARTYMIX. She stars in Todd Hughes’ THE NEW WOMEN with Mary Woronov, and in his stand-out short of Gertrude and Alice, HUBBY/WIFEY. For HOT CHICKS, a feature presentation bringing the comic art of Jack T. Chick to life, she is the director of LA PRINCESITA, and is lead actress, starring in BEWITCHED?, DOOM TOWN, WOUNDED CHILDREN, PARTY GIRL and CLEO.  She and Todd Hughes co-wrote and produced the webanovela GIRL COUSINS.  She starred in P. David Ebersole’s music video for Gretchen Phillips’ SWIMMING, with Phranc and Dominique Dibbell.


What Are Your Dreams And Aspirations?


I asked “What are your dreams and aspirations and how have they changed?”
The answers came from the very young to the very mature. Here is what we wrote together.


Changed since when? Yesterday?
I wanted to be a dentist,
But now I want to be a pro soccer player.
I want to be a doctor—and an engineer.
I want to be a veterinarian.

I wanna be a snow cone maker.
(What’s wrong with that?! I dreamed about it!)

I wanted to be a mommy, a nurse, and a ballerina.
Now I just want to pay my bills.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a ballerina—who didn’t?
Now I just want to be in Martha Stewart “Weddings”.
It’s doable. It’s attainable.

I want to get to space. Not necessarily Mars—
But I want to get out there. Beam me up!

I have a boring dream:
For my children to become happy and healthy adults.

Mine have changed
From family focus to world focus.

I want to continue to travel and learn more about the world–
To keep learning from the City.

My dream is to spend the majority of my time in Nature.

I used to have city dreams.
Now I dream about waking up to trees and birds and fresh air

To find a place I’ll always feel happy in—

To live in the most sane world possible.

A better world for animals is truly my dream.

My dream is for a more compassionate world
Involving no more eating of animals.

To be compassionate.

I was just thinking about this on my bike ride!
Less success—More enjoyment.

To sing and make music and do a one-woman show!

I need to be getting paid to work in London.
I’d direct a ten minute play in a toilet—I just want to be there.

In grad school I wanted to write a book
The New Yorker would call a “tour de force”.
Now I just want to write a book and get it published.
(I’m from Flatbush, whaddya want?!)

I want to be an artist! How has that changed?
I want MORE!

I really wanted to be an artist
But I got waylaid.
I haven’t given up my dream.

My dreams just keep getting bigger.

Love would be nice.
Lust, even.
To find a partner.

WELL, I left my husband two days ago, so YES,
They have changed!
I’m going back to England and have a fabulous new career.
(How’s that?!)

I used to have very specific dreams.
Now I just want to be happy.

I have so many dreams it’s depressing.

I could NOT possibly explain all that to you in the time we have.

I can’t answer that.
I feel right now it’s important to hold on to my dreams and not share them—
To preserve their energy.

I dreamt of retiring early
But it’s not working out.
So—I want to be successful, but feel happy about it.

To remain vibrant as long as I live—
Following in the footsteps of my role models,
Natasha and Noah.

I dream of staying relevant as I age.

I was a diplomat and a photographer.
At 60 years old I became aware of the passage of time.
Now I am an artist
And am defending my territory
And my time.

Have my dreams changed?
YES! From long term to short term.

Small, manageable dreams.
Small, manageable dreams.
Small, manageable dreams.
This is my mantra.

I used to want to change the world.
Now I just want to leave the room with a little dignity



The Artist Speak

Friday, 19 October 2012, 3:32 p.m.: This was it: My entire life as an actor had culminated in this moment—A prestigious theatre arts education, subsequent conservatory training in New York, Shakespeare training in London, a six-figure tuition bill at the end of it all, plus thousands of temp work hours in the bowels of Wall Street, open calls, meet n’ greets, and callbacks for this—my final callback for a non-speaking, ensemble role on Broadway.

It was between me and three other women. For a part as a costumed stage crew member. Moving set pieces in between scene changes.

I did not get the part.

I spent the next 11 months in a film noir funk, moving through life in stark contrasts of light and shadow; a black-and-white Edward Hopper painting, complete with black holes for eyes.

“Would you like to be music director for the choir next season?” Chris asked. Pink summer blossoms on the trees canopied our stroll through Madison Square Park. “Sure,” I replied. I think I sounded enthusiastic enough. At least I hope I did.

Leadership roles make me very anxious. (Like “a death row inmate on execution day” anxious—I feel like I’m going to die but don’t know how to prepare for it, so I just kinda of stagger around in shock, trying to behave normally.) I’ve skillfully avoided such positions all of my adult life.

Sunday, 29 September 2013, 11:32 a.m.: I’ve just spent a total of four hours over the course of two days teaching a non-professional and untrained choir an improvised arrangement of Dreamweaver. The choir is comprised of about 20 fun, energetically bright and beautiful spirits.

It was like herding cats.

Mere minutes before the house was to open on our first performance of the season, we cobbled together a gospel-tized, Blues Brothers-style, tent revival meetin’ ending to Annie Lennox’s Sweet Dreams Are Made of This. It was quite impressive. Hilarity ensued.

This is it,” I thought to myself.

And with that, my life returned to Technicolor™.



Wyatt Gallery


Presenting my photographs at Secret City was outstanding and refreshing. The overall experience was so… enriching.  It was like a soul recharge in a hectic city crowded with lots of people trying to achieve big dreams but not always connecting in open creative ways.  Secret City creates an environment of connection, unity, and enormous JOY. I just felt so great being there and absorbing Chris’ amazing energy as he danced and read and was fabulous. I absolutely loved the reading of the quotes from people’s dream intentions! Plus the singers!

What I like about showing my work from Remnants: After The Storm, was how open people were with their questions. They had excellent insights and questions that created a really dynamic engaging dialogue.
Overall, I would recommend Secret City to anyone who feels like they need more creative connection in their life while surviving the big apple! As a Life-Coach for creative individuals, I know we all need to have personal connection, not just online social “connecting”. Secret City provides this to like-minded people. It’s a place where one can open up, share, receive, and get a soul recharge!

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