INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAY The thirty-year-old MAN's face glistens with sweat. He pulls his homemade noose around his neck and then, without a moment's hesitation, jumps off the stool knocking it over. The man's face turns red as he struggles for an uncomfortably long amount of time, his body jerking violently. All of a sudden there is a THUNDEROUS RUMBLING. The room begins to shake violently, freakishly in sync with the mans twitches. The lights flicker. Suddenly the ceiling collapses, taking t...

ADE IN: EXT. JUNGLE -- DAY Soaked to the skin LEONARD looks up into the darkened sky. He breathes heavily as the rain pours down upon him. He turns to look behind him. Bright sunshine peeks through the trees near the edge of the jungle. Leonard looks longingly in the direction of the sun. He takes a step towards it when he hears a MAN's VOICE. MAN'S VOICE You can't go back. Leonard whips around toward the sound of the voice coming face to face, with himself-a physical manifestation of his sub...

FADE IN: INT. BEDROOM -- DAY Four-year-old SIMON lies asleep on his side in his bed. A broad smile lights up his cherub-like face. A drop of water plops onto his closed eyelid and rolls down his nose, followed by another. The sound of SNIFFLES offscreen. Simon's distraught eighteen-year-old mother ANYA looks down at her son. She sits beside Simon and then gently wipes her tears from his face. She begins to murmur over and over again. ANYA I'm sorry. Her shoulders shake as she becomes more emo...

FADE IN: INT. BEDROOM -- DAY Four-year-old SIMON lies asleep on his side in his bed. A broad smile lights up his cherub-like face. A drop of water falls onto his closed eyelid and rolls down his nose, followed by another. The sound of SNIFFLES offscreen. Simon's distraught eighteen-year-old mother ANYA looks down at her son. She sits beside Simon and then gently wipes her tears from his face. ANYA I'm sorry. She murmur's it over and over again. FADE OUT INT. HIGH SCHOOL COUNSELOR'S OFFICE -- ...

FADE IN: INT. BEDROOM -- DAY Four-year-old SIMON lies asleep on his side in his bed. A broad smile lights up his cherub-like face. A drop of water falls onto his closed eyelid and rolls down his nose, followed by another. The sound of SNIFFLES offscreen. Simon's distraught eighteen-year-old mother ANYA looks down at her son. She sits beside Simon and then gently wipes her tears from his face. She begins to murmur over and over again. ANYA I'm sorry. Her shoulders shake as she becomes more emo...

FADE IN: Opening credits roll over the following scenes. INT. LIZ'S BEDROOM -- DAY Large room, nicely furnished. Elizabeth LIZ Green, thirty-nine, (though she looks ten years older) stands in her CLOSET in her underclothes; an unflattering pair of huge white bloomers and the original Playtex Cross Your heart bra. The closet's content is a neutral mix of white, tan, black and navy blue, void of any color or prints. Liz emerges holding a crisp white blouse and a long navy skirt. She gently lays...

FADE IN: Opening credits roll over the following scenes. INT. LIZ'S BEDROOM -- DAY Large room, nicely furnished. Elizabeth LIZ Green, thirty-nine, (though she looks ten years older) stands in her CLOSET in her underclothes; an unflattering pair of huge white bloomers and the original Playtex Cross Your heart bra. The closet's content is a neutral mix of white, tan, black and navy blue, void of any color or prints. Liz emerges holding a crisp white blouse and a long navy skirt. She gently lays...

FADE IN: INT. COLLEGE LECTURE HALL -- DAY Laura's husband, behavioral psychology professor DR. PETER WINSTON, 76 addresses his class. While he talks students pass around syllabi with his information at the top of the page, "DR. PETER WINSTON, BEHAVIORAL PSYCHOLOGY 272" DR. PETER WINSTON By a show of hands how many people think that gender and sexuality are innate, that it's something you're born with and have no control over? Just about everyone's hand in the room goes up including that of ei...

FADE IN: INT.LIVING ROOM -- DAY RACHEL, 27, enters her living room carefully balancing a tray. Rachel hasn't bothered to change out of her ratty old pajama's or brush her hair, which is still matted on the right right side from where she slept on it the night before. What's important to Rachel right now isn't her looks but the mouth watering breakfast before her. She gently places the tray onto the coffee table in front of her tv. On the tray is fluffy pancakes, crisp bacon, perfectly scrambl...

When I was younger I just wanted to live a normal life. I blamed my mother for why I couldn’t be like everyone else. She was the source of a very diverse mix of reasons for why my life was so miserable and unconventional. The first was religion. She raised our family as Moorish-Americans. It was always unclear to me whether it was an organization or a religion. Some would consider it a cult, others a sect of Islam. According to the Koran Questionary of the Moorish Science Temple of America, ...