For some time now we have been marching towards a society where thinking differently than the other is dangerous business. Thankfully we are not yet at the point where the government can actually monitor your thoughts; but big tech is getting incredibly close. 

I’m not trying to sensationalize nor induce fear, I’m not against certain ads appearing on my feed because the algorithm has figured out my interests.

No, I genuinely don’t care about that.

I do care about the narrative that is being told by a minority of very vocal people who have become increasingly powerful because of their skill to influence through the media. 

The narrative has become so strong that it has left those who dare have a different opinion be afraid to express it. It has become so strong that people who actually are vocal about their beliefs are fired from their jobs, banned from twitter (ex. Posie Parker), banned from Facebook, and demonetized on Youtube (ex. Steven Crowder). 

Yes, a private company may hold certain codes of conduct. That’s fine, but those codes of conduct are often influenced by a media narrative that has become increasingly biased and afraid of dissent. Companies like YouTube and Facebook are seen as open platforms which allow all creators to join in the conversation; meaning they enjoy the benefits of the law for not being held liable for anything said, or published in their platform; but yet some creators are demonetized without breaking any of the company’s rules simply because someone got “offended.”

There’s no clear set of guidelines about why these creators are being punished. In which case one could argue these companies are dictating a narrative; if someone where to step outside of the story, that someone is likely to be punished. 


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It seems like people are becoming increasingly prone to be offended. Something as reasonable as saying “men and women are different” (which is backed up by science), is now somehow taboo. 

The US government has not yet taken steps to make an “offensive opinion” a crime… yet (Canada passed a bill for compelled speech in 2017). However, it seems those groups that are always finding ways to be offended are pushing for laws punishing those who dare say something offensive. Now, you might think this is a good idea, right? Perhaps we should fine those who say certain things, like “hate speech” for example. However, what constitutes offensive? Who defines hate speech? And why should we give someone the power to legislate on that? What’s offensive to you might not be offensive to me and vice versa. Why should we let someone decide what that means? 

We are getting closer to an Orwellian society, and that’s a problem. 

How did we let this happen?

Simple; just by living our lives; going to school, hanging out with friends, getting jobs. Most of us hear things going on in the periphery but they are not actually a priority to us. But how did we go from legalizing gay marriage to having conversations about whether children should change genders before they reach the age of consent? Both under the banner for LGBTQ rights. 

One of these is most definitely not like the other. In fact the latter is a far cry from the former. I think it’s time we start paying attention and start vocalizing our concerns without fear of being called a bigot, seems that word has lost all its meaning after it being abused by the far left. 

The silent majority does not agree with the direction our society is going, I think it’s time for that majority to stop being silent. 

The Places We Love

Sometimes whenever I am meeting someone new, or making conversation with a friend, I ask the question: “If you could have a superpower, what would it be?”

I feel I can get a sense of who their person is and what their desires in life are by the way they answer the question.

I always say that I would want to teleport myself. My answer has never changed.

I am very much aware that I love traveling, but I always picture myself teleporting myself to the same places.

The same place I would just love to transport myself at the blink of an eye (in this case quite

Photo by Melissa Thomas


Maybe some places – just like some people – have a magnetic effect on us. We can’t seem to stop thinking about going back to these places, being there even if it’s just for an afternoon coffee. They feel like our place to be, They could feel like home.

Yet, something is stopping us from fully moving to these places.  Something is holding us back – or we truly believe that.

We want to appear there. Experience the place in short spouts, long spouts. Sometimes just yearn for them; yet not fully engage.

We say to ourselves, one day, one day I will go back and I will stay. I will make that place my home. For now, I will just dream about teleporting myself there from time to time.


An Elusive Cocktail – Short Story

“But I just don’t like this music,” he said to her.

It was crowded and they were already inches close to each other. She looked at him and a smile twinkled through her eyes. She inched closer, and closer to him as he stood still looking down at her.

It all seemed to be happening in slow motion – but yet for a third party not two seconds went by before she kissed him, running her hands down his chest. There was a magical kind of intensity emanating from both of them.

She then whispered: “Did you like that?”

“Yes,” he said, as if the breath had been sucked out of his lungs.

“Then you don’t need to like the music,” she said as she went back to dancing.

He looked at her for a second with a half-smile. Was it lust? or was it enchantment? – Perhaps it was both, an elusive cocktail. Soon enough, he was dancing in perfect tune with her, to the music he did not like.


Honestly, I’m not sure “Unadulterated Freedom” is the right title for this post. It was just something that popped into my head while I was thinking what to write. It seems to go with the theme. No limitations right I am not following some kind of guideline when it comes to naming this post. So perfect, “Unadulterated Freedom” it is.

I am reinventing the way I write this thing. Yes, I have been out for a while. I was having one of those moments that last for months. You see, I was following all of the advice of keeping a website/blog. Be consistent with the theme, find an audience, etc. etc. etc. All good advice, but also a bunch of nonsense.

I was way into my head about it trying to find a specific topic to write about each week. It froze me. I lost my interest. It felt forced.

This wasn’t meant to be forced. It was meant to be a release for me, fun to write, and hopefully fun and relatable for you to read.

Guys, I am back where all of this started for me. I started this website a couple of years ago when I moved from Boston to NYC. Right out of college, when I didn’t know what to do with my life. I started to write, I started taking acting classes, and I ended up moving to LA for a Master of Fine Arts in Acting.

I definitely didn’t see that coming when I started writing this thing.

Which taught me that sometimes life has a more exciting journey than you expect. But I was definitely resisting my creative/artistic path up until a few months ago believe it or not.

I just called it a hobby.

Not anymore. I’ve accepted that I am an actress, and a writer and all that comes along with it. It is exceptionally freeing to accept it. More than it is scary; and I’m definitely excited for what’s to come.

I will be writing here about whatever it is I want to share. Whatever I want, Encouragement, self-empowerment, self-discovery stories, life in New York, and maybe even some short stories.

Hope you are also finding your freedom.

Cheers, and stay tuned!


I have to admit, I watch a lot of Netflix. I love TV shows, I love stories. Most of the time, the series I watch spring out of the writer’s imagination, most of it being fiction inspired by real events. Sometimes however, I really love getting into a show that tells a true story. The Tudors, The Crown, even Vikings, are great examples of these shows. I am fascinated by what happened in years past; and truth is, history can be even more fascinating than fiction.

Most recently I watched “Kurt Seyit ve Sura,” a Turkish show set in the early 1900’s. The show was a love story adapted from a novel; which happened to narrate a real story between two people during the Russian Revolution and WWI. It is an incredibly emotional show, and there is no consolation in saying: “it’s just a show.” Because it isn’t. It happened, regardless of specific details, the story is true.

Kurt Seyit ve Sura

You might be wondering by now, where am I going with this?

Well, the show is set in times of war, were families were separated, and when going on a voyage from one country to another might mean you might not see the people you are leaving behind ever again. It made me reflect on how lucky we are as a generation.

I am also from a country that is having social and political unrest; but watching this show made me thankful about the opportunities I have, that people one hundred years ago did not even dream of. Communication and travel have never been so accessible in history.

Why not take advantage of the things we have now?

The internet has made it possible for us to stay connected with those whom we met briefly on a weekend in another city; with family members on a foreign land, and with childhood friends who went on a different direction.


It has never been easier to explore the world, and to enrich our lives with experiences. We can work from anywhere in the world from our laptop. Everyday there is less need to go to an office, and sit in a cubicle. The difficulty lies in our own patterns.

Because it’s the way it has been done for so long, it becomes hard to break away. Even if you consider it for a second, many of us dismiss the thought as something crazy. I invite you to consider the possibility. Allow yourself to dream. Because with that kind of exploring and adventure, comes interconnectedness and understanding. Understanding of different cultures and its people.

What would have been the fate of the people in the Russian Revolution if they had the tools we now have?

PS: If you want a real tear jerker, watch Kurt Seyit ve Sura on Netflix


I want to see you again. I want to wake up early in the dark and know my day will end in a different place. I want to fly.  I want to taste something new.

I want to sit with strangers for hours, close my eyes, and enjoy the ride. I want to know you will be there to show me around. I want to make a list of all the things I will bring. I want to drive myself crazy trying to fit everything into one place. I want to say “who cares,” because I know what matters is waiting for me in that different place.

I want to hear your voice. I want to hear a different language other than my own, other than the one I know. I want to hear your voice again, steady and calming. I want to hear your accent. I want to learn something new.

I want to dance in a different land once again. I want to make new friends that I might never see again. I want to spend hours sitting in an uncomfortable seat, and complain about my lack of sleep.

I want to travel. I want to see new places. I want to see new faces. I want to see those places I haven’t seen in quite a while. I want to see those faces I haven’t seen since I was a different person. I want to know you. I want to see you again.

Photo by Tobi


Not too long ago, there was a time in my life when I spent a significant amount of time in airports. Usually waiting for connecting flights. I always looked forward to the moment when I could just sit down, put my headphones on, close my eyes, and let music transport me to a different world – or a different reality.

I have gone through quite a few different music phases. When I lived in Venezuela, I would barely listen to any latin music. Now it consists of 70% of my music library. I would say there was a time 80% of what I listened to was EDM. In fact, all those times in airport, traveling back and forth from home to boarding school, then from home to university, I would let myself go with the likes of David Guetta, Swedish House Mafia, and of course, Avicii.

I would say music has introduced me to different cultures and it has the power to transform my emotional state. If I let it. Music is very ingrained in a culture, it comes from it. There is a reason Latin music is very different to that of Nordic European cultures. But once you can enjoy the beat, it’s almost like a bridge opens up to a different world. Different people. Different backgrounds. Different languages… different dance moves.

Photo by Jack Gittoes

A few years ago, I was lucky enough to see Avicii perform live in Boston’s TD Garden. I remember how Levels used to make me feel. Powerful. Free. Not to mention that I even got to enjoy country music (which is usually not my style), when he managed to combine EDM and country. It was incredibly innovative.

It was with incredible sadness that I received the news about his passing this weekend. Since then, I have gone on an Avicii music binge and reminded myself what I loved about his music. How it makes me feel, how it makes millions of people feel. Every person has a different experience with EDM. It’s hard for anyone not in the scene to understand it. I could watch a 30 minute Tomorrowland aftermovie and not get bored because of a lack of plot. It’s a vibe. It’s an experience that makes you believe and know life is and can be beautiful.

“He said one day you’ll leave this world behind, so live a life you will remember. My father told me when I was just a child. These are the nights that never die”The Nights, Avicii

Thanks Avicii for bringing us into your world and for all the wonderful goose bump inducing music.