Wishing a very Happy Birthday to one of the funniest and sweetest people that I’ve ever met. Aimm, the last few days shooting with you and hanging out with you have been some of the best days I’ve ever had on Lucifer. We shared a lot with each other and I wanted to tell you again how honored and privileged I am for the frank and honest conversations that we had. You fucking inspire me, my friend. Truly! What you are doing is remarkable and will have a long lasting impact on little brown and black children everywhere. Keep being who you are. Keep fighting the way you fight and please don’t let anyone get in your way. @aimeegarcia4realz Thank you for always gently pushing me outside of my introverted comfort zone and for always taking time out to check on me. Sending much love to you and I hope you have the very best day, my friend. I love you! 😘
Yep, that’s me! #fbf #flashback #dbwoodside
My only regret… is that WE didn’t get more scenes together. You have always exhibited such grace, humility and kindness. Your smile and laugh light up every room that you enter my young friend. And YOU are a POWER HOUSE of an actress!(Wait until they see your shine in 5b 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾) I can’t wait to see you unleash your talents on the world! I promise you that I’ll always be watching. Always. 🤗 Happy Birthday, @scarlye07!
Dear @officialtomellis, what a year it has been. While it would be easy to flatter you with comments about your tremendous acting or the fantastic physique you continue to build, I am most impressed by Tom the human being and all that you do to make the world a better place. What you’ve created with #BlackFolx and the education it’s providing to many is both deeply important and inspiring. Thanks for all that you do and I’m lucky to get to share so many days with you. Wishing all the best to you, @moppyoppenheimer and the kids today and every day. Happy Birthday, you handsome devil! 😈
Wishing you Lauren the happiest of birthdays. Six seasons in and you are still the funniest human being that I have ever met in my life. I’m so grateful for the times that we have had together and our conversations on cold rainy nights on location in Vancouver. Last year’s episode with you was a dream come true and I’m looking forward to our upcoming scenes in our final season. I hope you have the most wonderful day with Pepper and your family. Love you, my friend. 😘
When you’re the only one not making eye contact 😇😂 #amenadiel #lucifer #dbwoodside
Phoebe on DB #elfontheshelfchallenge #myelf
The beginning of it all! Original Lucifer promo for Fox. #flashback #fbf #amenadiel #dbwoodside
Time for me to catch my train. Our drives to that little nondescript station were gratifyingly routine. You talked. I listened. You wanted to be the last voice in my head before I returned to a callous world I had unfortunately grown accustomed to. You’d drive slow. You’d always drive slow with your children in the car. Of course I know now this was simply your quiet stoic way of draining every last glorious second of that ephemeral moment. This was how you loved. Slowly. Carefully. Meticulously. When we arrived we would park & wait outside. I’d lean against the car & I’d soak up your old black man magic. I remember laughing hard that day but it was abruptly cut short. The train was pulling up. How I wish I could remember what I was laughing about. I’ve tried so many times but it’s gone. Lost in that little space in time. That space that only we shared.
I hugged you. I didn’t wanna let you go. I never wanted those moments to end. I wanted time to downshift & reverse course. I wanted to be six again. I wanted to be that skinny quiet kid that would crane his neck upward simply to observe this tall, handsome, cool as fuck black man.
I hugged you. I remember how small you felt. You’d been sick for a long time. Hanging on for your wife. For your children. I began walking down the terminal but stopped, gathered myself, faked that “actor” smile, turned & said, “Don’t you dare go anywhere, Pop. I’m not ready to lose you yet.” Normally this was when you’d smile back & say, ”Get on outta here boy, I’m not goin’ nowhere.” That was our way.
I did my part. Walked down, stopped, gathered myself, faked that “actor” smile & said, “Don’t you dare go anywhere, Pop. I’m not ready to lose you yet.”
That day… you lowered your eyes. You shrugged. That shrug shattered my heart like glass. I have never been the same.
That was the last time I saw you alive, old man.
I take long drives these days. I drive slow. I feel you with me. Giving me your old black man magic.
The “actor” smile is fucking gone. I am unapologetically raw. With each passing day I become more grizzled & love more slowly. Carefully. Meticulously.
After all, I am my Father’s son.
Happy Birthday, old man.
Always love #fanart! Thanks for sharing your talent, @tejascreatz. #dbwoodside #dbwoodsidefanart #amenadiel
When you see someone who is close to you not wearing a mask. @rachaelharris, however, does wear a mask! #wearamask
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Love this so much. Striking #fanart, @lady_art_project. Thank you. #amenadiel
Throwing it back to the tv show “Single Ladies!” #malcolmfranks #dbwoodside #tbt Atlanta, Georgia
When it’s been a long week! #fbf @suitspeacock #dbwoodside #jeffmalone New York, New York
#Flashback to Faith and Principal Robin Wood! @elizadushku #buffythevampireslayer #dbwoodside
Part three/Final:
It won’t look like it appears in the movies/tv. Or play out like in some sweeping romance novel. It will be quiet. Respectful. At times painful. But supportive. Always. Supportive. After all, the goal is to have your partners back. For them to have yours. In good times and bad. And let’s be honest, this year has been fucking catastrophic.
My new friend cried a little. Thanked me for my long winded advice. And wandered off feeling a bit better. Perhaps even a bit more optimistic.
I woke up. I wrote this down. Seemed like the thing to do. 🤷🏾♂️
Dear Reader, please take care of each other. I believe the kindness of strangers can alter the trajectory of someone’s life. Kindness. And communication.
Happy Holidays. And have a blessed New Year. ❤️
😜 Enjoy!
Part one: Last night the stars aligned & I fell into an unexpected deep sleep where I met a new friend. He sat bewildered & oddly bedimmed as the planets swirled around our heads. I implored my new friend to share with me the reason why he was so despondent on this magnificent night. My new friend quietly shared a story about their misanthropic lover. Their beloved & beguiling imp. There I sat. Respectfully & quietly until he completed this dismal tale.
Dear Reader, due to the festive time of year I should warn you now that this is not a tale of joy & whimsical delight. This is not a story of star crossed lovers but of one that held on to a dream that was impossible from the outset. He looked at me & so I began. My new friend, your beguiling imp can not love. Oh, I have no doubt that they sincerely believe they can. There lies their sadness. Sadness that will consume all who enter their orbit. They believe that they are forever one person away from romantic nirvana. I informed my new friend that to continue embarking on this journey with this beguiling imp would always lead them back to a dusty mirage. Your beloved imp will try to convince you that you are to blame for all their self-inflicted woes. That everything in their life would be bliss if you were to simply say, do, be… THIS. What is “THIS,” you might ask? THIS… is nothing more than air. THIS… is their blistering, blinding anger and resentment of life that needs to go somewhere, their unhappiness. THIS… is the inability to treat the bleeding lacerations on their soul. So. They blame you, my new friend. You are easy. You are convenient. For you are there. You seek to communicate. I respect that. But that is not what they seek. They seek complete capitulation or complete repudiation. Nothing less will ever do. No, my new friend. This will not do. Communication with someone you truly love & respect is not impossible. Possibly tiring? I grant you that. Sometimes difficult? Of course, let us not be naive. But repeatedly, exhaustively impossible? No, my new friend. No. You seek love. Love is what they say they seek but they seek adoration. To be worshipped. That is not love. Not a love that lasts.
Part two: That is not love, my new friend. That is a special kind of sickness. Your beguiling imp tries to control you with emotional abuse. With gaslighting. With guilt. If they are uniquely skilled they will cast you with the ailments that they themselves possess. It’s maddening. And yet, when viewed from afar, strangely fascinating. Until it makes you physically ill. Again. And again. And again. That is not love, my new friend. They choose the strangest times to attempt “connection.” Always has a slyly, well timed, negative comment about your friends, your family. It won’t feel negative. It might even be cushioned by remarks such as “I don’t wanna be a shit-talker but..” or “I mean I want you to decide on your own but…” Anyone they might perceive as being more important than them. Note, perceive. My new friend, your beguiling imp doesn’t live in our world. They live in another world. One in which they control everything. Including fucking gravity. Feel me? They make the rules in that world. And their rules will change according to their tempestuous moods and whims. Try as you might, you will never have access to that world. It wasn’t set up that way. And in the end, your beguiling imp will slash, burn and run. They will always slash, burn and run when asked to live in a world based on shared responsibility. If you doubt that, look at their past relationships. No one should despise everyone that they ever dated. My new friend, they are not who they perceive to be. Again, note perceive. They never have been. And so, I have no feelings about them. Positive or negative. My sorrow lies with you. You can not fix that hole in your *own* heart by loving a ghost. Someone that does not exist. That is incapable of reciprocal love. Of a love that seeks to uplift, not one that seeks to destroy. Of a love that seeks to embrace, cuddle. Not one that seeks to stampede, shred. Of a love that seeks to stand and painfully communicate with the possibility of a blissful future. Not one that seeks to escape and overwhelm with the assignment of blame.
LOVE. DOES. EXIST.
Really looking forward to #SuitUpForGeorgia on 12/27 at 8 ET with my Suits family and special guests. Our virtual game night, full of hostile takeovers, will benefit the voters of Georgia this January. Use the link in my bio to donate and I’ll see you there.
