It’s moments like these that I’m ever so grateful for Instagram or is it Statigram? Nevertheless, when precious moments are caught on camera of Went and his fans it makes me very happy.
After the recent news about Went making a courageous stand for Gay and Human Rights and coming out that he is gay I found myself having so many mixed emotions.
Admittedly my first reaction was shock and disbelief when I first read the news. The first thing that jumped out was my ego. I couldn’t believe that my Went found men more attractive than women. Suddenly, my heart shouted at my ego and told it to take a hike. Then I realised, but hey Went and I really do have many things in common and of course one thing is that we’re both attracted to men and what’s wrong with that? After all, God created man in His image to be loved. He made men beautiful and very sexy. Wouldn’t you agree?
I reread the letter that Went wrote to the St Petersburg International Film Festival and this time I read it with an open mind and it all made perfect sense to me. I was filled with so much love, pride and joy for Went. I flew out of my seat shouting “YES THAT’S MY WENT!” I’ve always known that Went was a courageous, decent human being and a man of principle with strong morals. How could I’ve possibly forgotten in that instant about all the wonderful qualities that Went possesses? It just goes to show how ignorant our Ego is. I immediately blogged “Wentworth Miller: A Man of Principle.
That evening as I lay in bed going over everything that I had read in Went’s letter I was suddenly filled with so much despair and sadness. My heart filled with immense pain for Went as I imagined him going through life keeping his sexuality and emotions all bottled up inside. How difficult it must have been for him especially being a Celebrity and under the spot light all the time. I wanted to take him in my arms and comfort him. Oh if only I could’ve removed the scars from his heart. In that moment I felt utterly helpless and tears just poured down my cheeks. Suddenly in my state of despair images of sad faces kept flashing before my eyes and I realised that these sad faces are souls suffering in the exact same way as Went did. These Souls are afraid to be their true selves... they’re prisoners in their own bodies and they are carrying such incredible pain and heartache which is inflicted on them by humanity through prejudice and hatred.
I was filled with deep shame and remorse. I realised what immense pain and suffering humanity is causing one another… and all for what! What could we possibly gain from subjecting other human beings to suffer in such an ignorant and insensitive way? After all, we all come from the same God/Source/Energy and we’re all experiencing life together here on earth? Surely God/Source/Energy intended our lives to be a wonderful journey together, one filled with love, peace, acceptance, kindness, respect, hope, discovery and learning? But instead, we (human beings) have invented fear, hatred, slavery, chains, politics, money, guns, discrimination, war and mass murder.
This blog is an apology to Wentworth and to all those whom humanity has wronged.
Please forgive me/us if I/we made you feel unaccepted and unloved at any time and in any way. It was not my/our intention to hurt you and others at all.
I/We will strive to be more open, accepting, respectful, loving, tolerant, peaceful and kind to each of my/our brothers and sisters everywhere irrespective of their race, sexuality, beliefs, social standing and ethnic backgrounds.
Let us all join together in solidarity with Wentworth and other peacemakers across the globe to promote peace, love and harmony so that we can make this world a better place to live in, now and for future generations to come.
I’d like to end this blog with this special song for Went.
i was sitting in a diner on colorado boulevard the other day, enjoying a nice breakfast with a friend (late 40s, a working mother of three), when a homeless man materialized next to us.
i say “materialized” because i had no awareness of him entering the restaurant (even though i was seated facing the door) and no awareness of him approaching our table. yet there he was. tall, thin, white, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and a filthy trucker’s cap. looking about 50 going on 80. and he wanted money.
“do you have any spare ch-” was all i heard before tuning him out and looking away, making eye-contact with my friend across the table. i felt sure we were both thinking the same thing. “oh boy. here we go.”
before i could launch into my “sorry, buddy” speech our waitress (late 40s, tiny) was standing at our table, telling this guy to take a hike. “you can’t be in here / you shouldn’t be bothering our customers / please leave” etc.
but he didn’t leave.
instead he got into it with our waitress, pointing out the cross on her neck and gearing up for a dressing down on themes of christianity, charity, and the whole shebang. and our waitress was having none of it. “you can’t be in here / you shouldn’t be bothering our customers / please leave” she repeated, this time minus the “please.”
all the while i’m sitting there silently, wondering when it would be over, waiting for whoever was in charge to come over and handle things. i’m not sure who i was envisioning. probably the manager. who would be male. and older. and in charge.
he’d know what to do.
things are heating up now, the homeless guy and our waitress bristling, really starting to go at it, about 30 seconds from taking it to the next level. my friend across the table is very quiet. she, like me, is waiting for it to be over. for order to be restored.
and then, as i sit there witnessing two women in discomfort and a man in distress, it occurs to me – nobody’s coming over. nobody’s going to handle things.
i’m the man. i’m the one in charge.
and suddenly i’m rising from the table. i say, “let’s go outside, buddy. i’ll give you something outside.” and my tone of voice isn’t “hey, asshole” or “listen here.” it’s matterof-fact. like, “this is what’s going to happen.”
and then the homeless guy and i are walking to the door together. and then we’re through the door and out on the street. and then i open my wallet and hand him a 20- dollar bill.
and then he’s holding me.
i don’t know or remember exactly how that came to be, but all at once his arms are around me and i’m getting a full-body hug from a homeless person.
and this hug is textbook MKP. no awkward thumps. no tentative pats. no “let’s keep our groins angled out of this, okay?” he’s just holding me. and, after a beat, i’m holding him.
and this goes on for 20 seconds. 30 seconds. he’s talking into my shoulder too. i hear the words “veteran,” “oklahoma,” and “my birthday.” everything else is muffled. but i also hear “thank you, brother.” he says this three, maybe four times.
and as i watch someone walk past us and do a double-take, as i continue to inhale the scent of a man who’s spent years (decades?) on the street, i think to myself, “yes. this is my brother.”
then it was over and i was waving good-bye. i went inside the restaurant and slid back into the booth, now smelling like the homeless guy. and i wanted to weep.
and while the waitress proceeded to call me “hero” and then scold me for putting myself in “danger,” i thought about masculinity and chivalry and the need to be seen and heard and how i’m a 40-year-old man (going on 41) who’s still waiting for the guy in charge to show up.
i thought about how i would have handled the situation before starting my work with MKP six months ago, which probably would have looked like me not handling it. or like me handling it by making it worse. like me handling it by robbing another man of his dignity and the chance to connect.
and i thought about how we are all brothers. all of us.
then i looked up and noticed a man i knew from MKP, a man i’d seen just the night before while sitting in an i-group, seated with his wife across the restaurant, enjoying a nice breakfast.
I’ve written so many blogs about Went and it never ever ceases to amaze me what a wonderful and beautiful human being he is. I’ve also mentioned many times on a few of my blogs that I wouldn’t cross the line regarding Went’s privacy or his sexuality out of respect to him. Today however, is the day that I’m moved to do just that, as I feel that Went has given me his consent to write openly and freely about his sexual orientation?
Went declined an invitation to attend the St Petersburg International Film Festival on principle because he feels strongly about the Russian Government’s discrimination against gay men and women and their rights, as he is in fact gay too. This is what the contents of his letter said …
To Russia, without love [… just kidding she laughs.]
Dear Ms. Averbakh:
Thank you for your kind invitation. As someone who has enjoyed visiting Russia in the past and can also claim a degree of Russian ancestry, it would make me happy to say yes.
However, as a gay man, I must decline.
I am deeply troubled by the current attitude toward and treatment of gay men and women by the Russian government. The situation is in no way acceptable, and I cannot in good conscience participate in a celebratory occasion hosted by a country where people like myself are being systematically denied their basic right to live and love openly.
Perhaps, when and if circumstances improve, I'll be free to make a different choice.
I’m so proud of Wentworth that he has finally spoken out about himself and he has made a stand for human rights. I feel a sense of relief for Went, and now he can live his life freely and openly.
Congratulations dear Went!
I must confess however Went, that I have told you that I love you in a fashion, but now I feel liberated too as I’m now free to declare my unconditional love for you openly. My invitation to cook you a scrumptious meal anytime, anywhere, still stands. [She winks.]
I’d like to share the following article about Went with you because it’s very well written.
Wentworth Miller – Actor/Writer.
He arrived as an actor in 2003 with his outstanding performance as a young black man passing for white in The Human Stain, a success he amplified — along with his fan base — by playing the resourceful, self-sacrificing brother of a man on death row in the Fox series Prison Break. Yet it is as a screenwriter that Wentworth Miller is making his deepest mark on the movies. His script for Stoker — titled in honor of the author of Dracula, but about a family whose bloody interactions are psychological, not supernatural — not only made the 2010 Black List but attracted Nicole Kidman, Mia Wasikowska and director Chan-Wook Park. In the works are a prequel, called Uncle Charlie; The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, a murder mystery based on a novel by David Wrobleski; an original ghost story, The Disappointments Room; Scare Me, based on Richard Parker’s novel; and With a Friend Like Harry, an American retelling of Dominik Moll’s sinister French hit. Born in 1972 in Oxford, England (where his dad was a Rhodes Scholar), he grew up in Brooklyn, was educated at Princeton, and boasts a United Nations of ancestors: African, Jamaican, Russian, French, Syrian and Native America. Despite a bloodline worthy of a Tolstoy novel and an alma mater in common with F. Scott Fitzgerald, he had neither the nerve nor the motivation to try writing, at first. A desire was there, but acting drew him first, to the initial chagrin of his parents. Success eased their worries — and, as it turns out, lit a spark in Miller himself. Once he tried his hand at playing all the parts on paper, being master of his own little universe, he found writing the most satisfying creative experience of his life. A different kind of caution became his game plan — he sent Stoker around under a pseudonym. Experience has taught him that Hollywood likes nothing better than to put you in a box. He worried that his writing wouldn’t be taken seriously if people looked at it and thought, actor. Not that he’s quit acting — in October he’ll be seen in The Loft, written by Wesley Strick — but for now he’s happy to be the new go-to guy for suspense dramas and thrillers. Not afraid to branch out, he’s got a historical biopic in the oven, but is mum about its protagonist. He’s also cooking up an original spec so personal that he hopes to direct it — the next logical ambition, given his present success rate — and he admits to one slight phobia. Comedy scares him.
Favorite way to procrastinate: What I will admit to doing — when I’m feeling insecure about my writing — is that I’ll go and see a movie that I know will be crap. Then I’ll sit there eating popcorn thinking, “Well, this got made.” And then I’ll feel hopeful again. Then I’ll go home and write. [A method to Went’s madness… she teases.]
Pastime you’ve taken up between takes: Do naps count as a pastime? [Yep they sure do Went… one of my favourites too!]
Best place you’ve found to write: Near the refrigerator.[Yes I've said it before … Went loves food. That means the way to Went’s heart is through his stomach. I rate myself as being a pretty good cook … just saying Went. [She giggles.]
Band or singer you’re obsessed with: Lately I’ve been listening to a lot of early Françoise Hardy. And the Bird and the Bee. And the Mills Brothers. I love those guys. [Hey so do I! What can I say Went’s got good taste.]
What a happy picture this is of Went. Notice how he’s smiling from ear to ear. It’s obvious that Went enjoys being acknowledged by his fans and I’m just thrilled to see him loving all the attention because he truly deserves all the appreciation and affection from his fans. Went has earned my respect that’s for sure!
Mr Miller, hopefully one day I’ll have the privilege of meeting you in person too. [She says shyly.]
What do Wentworth Miller and William Shakespeare have in common?
Firstly their first names start with a big “W”.
Secondly, both men were born in England. Wentworth was born in Chipping Norton, UK on 2 June 1972 and William was born in Stratford-upon-Avon, UK. Unfortunately William’s birth date is not known, but we know that he was baptised on the 26 April 1564.
Thirdly, they’re both well-known writers in their own right. One writes screenplays for Motion Pictures and the other was a playwright for Theatres and was also a poet. I bet my bottom dollar that Went has a couple of his own poems hidden away somewhere just waiting to be discovered and published.
Both men have pseudonyms. Wentworth Miller is often called “Michael Scofield” by mistake or “Went” for short and has written under the pseudonym “Ted Foulke” whilst William Shakespeare was called the “The Bard of Avon” or “The Bard” for short.
Before becoming writers, they were both actors. Went has acted on stage, in TV and in Motion Pictures whilst The Bardacted on the stage and in open air theatrical arenas and most of his plays have been made into Motion Pictures.
Wentworth attended “Princeton University” in New Jersey, USA and William attended “Kings New School in Stratford, UK.
“The Princeton University” Chapel was the second largest university chapel in the world, after “Kings College” Chapel, Cambridge. Notice the correlation between Kings and Princes!
Check out the link below about Princeton University and you’ll see strong connections to the Tudor and Gothic architecture that was prevalent in the Elizabethan Era/The Shakespearean Era.
Both men enjoy/d property purchases and investments.
Wentworth writes screenplays for others to act in (but hopefully that will change) and William acted in his own plays.
Lastly, Wentworth and William both appeared in Mad Magazine.
“I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster”
Shakespeare: Henry IV Part 2 – Act 3, Scene 2
“I know no ways to minceit in love, but directly to say ‘I love you’”
Shakespeare: King Henry, in Henry V, act 5, sc. 2, l. 126-9.
"Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, and each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish’d for a look, or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast, and to the painted banquet bids my heart; another time mine eye is my heart’s guest, and in his thoughts of love doth share a part. So either by thy picture or my love, thyself away art present still with me, for thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, and I am still with them and they with thee; or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight awakes my heart to heart’s and eye’s delight."
Shakespeare: Sonnet 47
It’s safe to say that both men enjoy/d fine food wouldn't you agree? [She laughs.]
Thank you jvolzie22 for tweeting this picture of Went.And if it wasn’t for Went’s appetite for fine food and dining we wouldn’t have this beautiful picture of him.
Thank you Went for making this possible, you look … these words express it far better than I could ever write them …
"Did my heart love 'til now? Foreswear its sight--for I never saw true beauty 'til this night."
Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet
“Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service”
Shakespeare: Romeo & Juliet – Act 2, Scene 1
And until we see you again Went …
“This bud of love by summer’s ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet”
Shakespeare: Love Quotes from Henry V – Act 5, Scene 2
"When you depart from me sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave."
Shakespeare, from Much Ado About Nothing Act I Scene I
… And with that dear friends I’ll leave you with these words ….
“Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
Doesn’t Went just add that extra sweetness to life when you see a new picture of him appear on the Internet especially when he looks so cute in his familiar bucket hat?
It pleases me to know that Went is taking precautions against the hot rays of the sun by wearing his hat and even though Went’s hat may be a little frayed around the edges, it personifies Went’s endearing character and how down to earth and loyal he is, which just makes him extra special to me.
Went you are truly lovely! Thank you for posing for this wonderful photo!
A huge thank you to gcasas7 for sharing your picture with Went, on the Internet. Credit to noverapus at Wentology for sourcing it.
… and for all those fans of Went’s who were a little bit disappointed that they’d have to wait a whole year for the Loft to be released, here’s some more good news!
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