Hello &

Hello &

Wentworth Earl Miller III

Wentworth Earl Miller III



Monday, December 31, 2018

Happy New Year!

I’d like to thank you dear Went for all of the cherished memories that you gave us in 2018. 

May 2019 grant you all that your heart desires and may your year ahead be filled with love, joy, peace, good health, prosperity, warm friendships and new beginnings.

Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering ‘it will be happier’…”
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sending you tons of love always!


Monday, December 24, 2018

Merry Christmas!

Wishing dear Went, his family, friends and fans a very Merry and Peaceful Christmas.  

May the Spirit of God’s love be with you now and always. 

God bless you.


“Music on Christmas Morning”
by Anne Brontë

Music I love -­ but never strain
Could kindle raptures so divine,
So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
And rouse this pensive heart of mine -­
As that we hear on Christmas morn,
Upon the wintry breezes borne.

Though Darkness still her empire keep,
And hours must pass, ere morning break;
From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep,
That music kindly bids us wake:
It calls us, with an angel's voice,
To wake, and worship, and rejoice;

Thursday, November 22, 2018

Happy Thanksgiving!

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Wentworth Miller for the wonderful memories he has given us on Social Media, on Television and in the Movies. 

His hard work, for Human Rights has been remarkable and will never ever be forgotten.

Wentworth continues to inspire and encourage us every day in his silent way. His words are a constant reminder to us all (not only to the LGBTQ community but to others suffering in their daily lives) to never give up; that we are all loved and that there is someone listening to us and that we are not alone.

Thank you so much dear Went, for everything.  Even though we don’t see you as often as we’d like to, we wish you all the very best in the now and in the future.

My thoughts are with you always.

Happy Thanksgiving!


Thursday, October 11, 2018

Mailbag (9.2)

Vintage Hat Stand


Is there anything you'd wished you’d known or been told early on that would have helped you navigate 'fame' and all the crazy attention better? Anything you know now that could have been a nice 'insider tip'... Thanks.

Yes. I wish someone had sat me down and said,

Listen... none of this is sacred...

None of it...

'Hollywood' isn't sacred... The 'Silver Screen' isn't sacred... These are not 'gods' and 'goddesses'...

Storytelling is sacred...

Storytelling... How we make sense of who and what we are... Where we've come from and where we're at, where we're going and why... Me reflecting you back to you, you reflecting me back to me... 


Storytelling is sacred...

The rest is just the medium - the current medium - through which the sacred is channeled, through which our best (and worst) stories are told...

The rest is static.

I'm not sure I would have really understood what I was hearing, when I was younger, just starting out in Hollywood. But at least, looking back, I could say, "Someone told me. They told me where to hang my hat."

Photo Courtesy of Wentworth Miller's FB Page.
Wentworth's photo of his hats.

The above is not "the truth." It's my truth. My current truth. From which I give myself room and permission to evolve away at any time.

Thank you dear Went 
for your inspired and inspiring storytelling.
You have enriched lives greatly,
especially mine.
I love You.

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Thursday, September 20, 2018

Mailbag (9.1) (Answers)!


Excellent questions. As always. FYI, this may be it for now. I've got a full plate ATM. If there's an opportunity to return for seconds, I will. Until then. - W.M.

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How are you doing?


When you answer the questions Wentworth


How do you feel about dumplings?

I'm in favor.

Do you ever wish for a cigarette?

From time to time.

What is your shoe size?


could you have imagined a career as a musician / singer?


Who has offered you the most support and encouragement in your life?


Any advice to a young writer?

Write what you'd want to read.

Why did you remove your last update about ‘speaking your truth’?

That post was spur of the moment. For the moment. Then it was over.

do you think it’s possible to write about a process your character is going through (in a story/book you’re creating) and in doing so go through that process yourself? Even if it’s not something you’re passively or actively dealing with (or have to deal with at all).

Yes. And be careful. Personally, I find it all-too-easy to empathize/enmesh with fictional characters, whether created by strangers or myself.

And we may THINK we're writing about something we're not "passively or actively dealing with," but I suspect our unconscious (subconscious?) enjoys guiding us, for reasons known only to itself, toward designated people/situations/subjects. I may not even be aware I've got some closeted sh-t that needs outing until I start putting it into words. I'm like, "I'm writing fiction!" My fiction is like, "Oh? I'm writing you."

That - as far as I'm concerned - is territory worth exploring. AND it's important to practice self-care, in any creative process. To leave a trail of breadcrumbs. So you can find your way home.

How do you remain positive, when things are going against you..?

I don't (typically) use language like "remaining" or "staying positive." There's negative in the world like there is negative in me. Edge. Dark currents. I don't see the value in pretending otherwise. Ignoring it/them. I think it's unhealthy. In the long-term. I prefer to identify the negative and deal with it. Which might look like leaving it alone. Giving it respect and space. Sometimes the negative (in me) just wants to be acknowledged. Sometimes I'll say, out loud, to myself, "Okay... Okay, bitterness... I see you... I see you and I'm getting out of bed. I've got a million things to do." I'm not denying what's true for me. AND I need to get sh-t done.

KEEP CALM & CARRY ON (or whatever) doesn't resonate with me. CRY IN THE CAR & PICK UP THE DRY CLEANING resonates more.

I guess I've wanted to know could you see much out of the 'new' (ie most recent) Captain Cold glasses ?

Imagine a black screen... Now imagine a hole in the screen the width of a wooden ruler laid on its side... Now hang fake fur over it... Now look through the hole... There's Dom! Or is it Franz? Who can tell? Wait for them to say something. Then you'll know for sure.

Hello Wentworth, I have PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Panic, & Agoraphobia disorders. Can you tell me when you were at your worst, what was a quick go to "tool" / "coping skill" that helped you keep going. Like what would you do or tell yourself that truly helped get you out of the moment and back into the progression of fighting the battle & healing. I hope that makes sense. Thank You

During one stretch, when I was at "my worst," a "tool" that kept me going was my DVR. I didn't have Netflix (still don't) and had to wait week to week to watch my favorite TV shows. NO WAY was I going to off myself before the season finale of TOP CHEF. As if. #TeamCarla
And while I was sticking around to see how it all turned out (on TV), I was giving myself time. And a chance. To change. Grow. Heal. Shift. Even slightly. A chance I may not have gotten if I hadn't been waiting week to week.

Perhaps the moral of the story is: Stop binge watching. Practice delayed gratification. Give yourself something to look forward to. Another reason - however small - to tough it out.

have you read The Afterlife of Billy Fingers by Annie Kagan?

I have not. I'll look into it. Currently I'm reading Music For Chameleons by Truman Capote. Some of it is... "of its time" (a polite way to put it). But I'm enjoying it.

I’m curious about your portrayal of Leo, or Citizen Cold from Earth-X in the Arrowverse. You’ve expressed disdain for being called “sweet” or having the idea of “gay best friend” applied to you. And I don’t believe that you are your characters, nor either are they you, though a part of you may be in each of them and vice versa. But Leo is, among other things… sweet. And I’m thinking of one scene in particular in Legends of Tomorrow where he has an arguably “gay best friend” interaction with White Canary... he gives her romantic advice and even goes so far as to say that he’s “Gay, not blind.” So I’m curious how much of Leo’s personality may have been imposed on you from the outside, from writers and directors who wanted to see the character a particular way and make the fangirls squee and tune in next week, and how much of him came from you and how you wanted to portray him... I wonder if you were enjoying playing up the campiness or chafing under attributes that you have specifically mentioned are so often used to be dismissive of gay men. Or both/and.

Love this line of inquiry. My thoughts (in no particular order)...

1. The only person who gets to call Leo "sweet" is his sweetie. Everyone else risks frostbite.

2. How about we look for alternatives to the word? That don't come with a side of corn syrup? 
"Considerate." "Thoughtful." "Gentle." "Supportive." "Sensitive." "Kind."
I can be all those things. So can Leo.

3. Leo is a guest star. He's there to service the main characters/series regulars. Left-of-center is his place - and his approach - in the story. AND I have issues with Hollywood not centering queer characters and THEIR stories. AND it's not THE LEO SHOW. Both/and.

Queer characters garnishing straight ones - always the side dish, never the main - is not okay. AND, in the meantime, while shift happens (and I believe it is), we do what we can with what we have. Remember, in the crossover, when Leo says to White Canary, "Give it time... I'll get through that crusty exterior?" Originally he said that to Green Arrow. I read it, thought, "No offense to Stephen (whom I respect)... why would Leo give a f-ck about Arrow? Why would he choose to puzzle that puzzle? Their relationship goes nowhere... Also, Canary is standing right there." She and Snart had history. And like Leo, she's queer. Redirecting Leo's attention toward Canary felt like a natural shift. Hence the added line ("I was talking to you").

That moment was then chosen by the CW as a button for one of the crossover teaser-trailers. Which was validating. Like the agreement Caity and I made to really claim our time onscreen together, make it (more) about us (and Snart), resonated beyond me and Caity.

We do what we can with what we have.

4. As far as Leo being "camp," as written, he's pretty "straight." I made choices that felt right, necessary, and amusing (to me). I wasn't worried about "giving people what they want." Not the powers-that-be, not the audience. If they dug it, awesome. If they didn't, that worked too. But the buck stopped (or stops) with me.

I love when you talk about your men’s group and the things you’ve learned from them. How does one go about finding a good support group? I’d love to find one in my area for women, but googling and asking my GP hasn’t really given me much info

There are (IMO) differences between a "men's group" and a "support group." The former may function as the latter, but that's not its sole purpose. If Google isn't generating anything local and/or helpful to you, you may have to start your own. Scary, but people do it. Check out orgs like Woman Within International (an affiliate of The ManKind Project). Send emails. Ask for advice re: starting a group. Or, if that's daunting, start a different, less intense (potentially) group that can one day foster the kind of group you have in mind. A book club. A nature club. Once that's up and running, and you've met people you connect with, create a separate circle to address more serious themes/issues. Begin with a handful, invite more over time, see what happens. My hunch is most of these orgs started small. They began in someone's living room.

Hey there, I'm coping with the most things in my life through writing. However, I'm sometimes really overwhelmed and can't find any proper words, which leaves me stuck in this room of too many feelings, simultaneously too less and in a hurricane of thoughts. How can I stay in the eye of the storm to see everything from a different point of view and finally find words?

Abandon words. Start a rock garden. Start a Japanese rock garden. Climb a wall. Split wood. Build a sandcastle. Smash a sandcastle. Paint. Spray paint. Spray paint an old chair. Visit a museum. Buy a postcard in the gift shop. Tuck it in a mirror. Reorganize your books. Knock them to the floor. Kick them across the room. Grab a pen. Write a sentence. See if anything's changed. If not, abandon words. Start a rock garden.

My question is, what do you think is one of the most important things educators should teach or continue to teach our young kids regarding mental health?

Empathy. We should be teaching kids empathy. Emotional intelligence. If we did, IMO, there'd be a lot less to teach them about mental health because a lot less people would be suffering from mental health issues. (Or suffering in silence. Or more than necessary.)

Does something still feel like it’s missing?

If I made a list of Everything I Don't Have, it'd be a long one. Same as the next person. But do I truly believe, in my heart of hearts, I'm missing something? No. I believe we get what we're meant to get. 
Just like I believe we're exactly who/what/when/where we're meant to be. I'm not saying there isn't free will. I'm not saying I don't get to choose and strive for and dream about. But the trick, IMO, is to appreciate, and celebrate, what I already have. While I have it.

The world breeds need ("I need it") and entitlement ("I deserve it"). That's dangerous. When you're watching TV, the 4 or 5 commercials within each break are designed to shift your focus from what you have to what you're missing. Enter discontent. "My life isn't/won't be/can't be complete unless I get that thing." Then we get upset/angry/depressed when we don't get that thing. Or when we get that thing but it wasn't the thing we thought we were getting.

Someone once told me certain pieces of jewelry, especially with gemstones or crystals, leave you of their own accord. They're meant to be yours for a specific period of time, providing healing or protection or what-have-you. Then they'll fall off your finger. Unclasp from your neck. And go. It's okay to feel sad they're gone, but they're not really "missing." Their time with you was over and their work with you was done.

I believe people, and relationships, function in a similar way. One day I'll leave this page. For example. I won't be "missing." I'll just be somewhere else. Our time together will be over and our work (here) will be done. The trick is to appreciate, and celebrate, what we have while we have it.

Out of all of the movies and tv shows is there one that looking back you "regretted" doing? One that you wouldn't do if you knew how it turned out, received by the viewing public or critics.

Good question. The answer is "No."

We live in what I think of as a "review culture." We are all of us reviewing all the time. Books, beaches, movies, food, pages, profiles, other people (especially other people). You name it, we review it. We "like" it, we don't. We "get" it, we don't. Thumbs up, thumbs down.

I was being reviewed and graded long (long) before I got to Hollywood. By parents. Teachers. Peers, employers, admissions officers. Like many, the reviews I got were mixed. The negative ones consistent. "Not enough." "Too much." "Less than." "Different." Etc.

Like many, I internalized the above, became my own worst enemy. Self-flagellated. Wore the hair shirt. There is not, at this point, anything that can be said to me I haven't already said to myself. And then some. Compared to the critic in my head, reviewing me non-stop, everyone else is a teddy bear. 

Toothless. Extra plush.

But I will share with you a thought I had recently:

I do not exist to be reviewed.

Could it be true? Could it (possibly) be that simple? (And complex?)

I do not exist to be reviewed.

A new idea, I try it out in my head. A new taste, I roll it around in my mouth.

I do not exist to be reviewed.

As I age (I'm not afraid of getting older, BTW, nor do I need to hear I still look young, FYI), I am less and less interested in being reviewed. Negatively AND positively. That goes for "the viewing audience," the critics, Hollywood, my family, my friends, commenters on soc media, and the wide range of deities and value systems worshipped by the aforementioned.

It goes for me too. More importantly. My internal critic, "the viewing public" that is private, me viewing - and reviewing - me, has grown quieter as I age. Gentler. He's more forgiving, I guess. More compassionate. To be honest he seems less interested. In me and my sh-t. In my thrashing around. "Am I doing this right?" I say to him. "Hey. You. Thumbs up or thumbs down?" Now he may just shrug, lean back in his seat, give me a little smile. Say nothing.

I swear, sometimes I catch him dozing.

The above is not "the truth." It's my truth. My current truth. From which I give myself room and permission to evolve away at any time.

Eternal gratitude to you dear Went,
 for sharing your brilliant thoughts, your welcomed wisdom,
and your much needed advice not to mention
 sparing your precious time to answer
all these questions.
I Love you so much.

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