 So, yeah, I wanted to show a project that sort of got me into making features. It's called Greetings from Africa. It's a short film that I made sort of in that transition stage between short films and features. And, you know, definitely I can talk about that when we're, you know, having this thing. But it definitely is one that does talk about, you know, humor and dating and querying my own text, which I call the Dunye Mentory. So Greetings from Africa you're about to see, and we'll talk a little bit later about it. After breaking up with my girlfriend of four years, I made a pact with myself to be single and date for a while. I'd almost forgot what dating was about, having been one of those victims of lesbian serial monogamy. Do you remember that wave in the late 80s when everyone was into being married? Anyway, my girlfriend wasn't, but that's another story. So I committed myself to checking out this lesbian new wave, you know, dating only productive, professional and cute women. When this didn't work, I'd change it to just professional and cute women, and then just plain old cute women, which of course weren't easy to find. All the cute girls were still in those relationships from the 80s. This left me quite bored and lonely. So one day I said to myself, I'm going out. And I did. One day I get lucky and meet this really sexy woman. She's not the right word. Hot. She didn't quite fit the productive, professional and cute thing I was searching for, but she was something else. I met her at this cocktail party, a friend slash date, took me to for another friend slash date, who was about to go live in some women's only community in Maine. The women at the party weren't my cup of tea, if you know what I mean. They're a little bit too crunchy granola. We all started taking their shirts off at some point in the evening. And then Elle walked in. We immediately bonded because she did not want to take her shirt off either. So we stood around making all these jokes about tops and bottoms and being topped and not being topped. And all of a sudden she and I had this chemistry. I kind of got turned on and she got sexy. When I got home that night she had stuck this note in my jacket pocket. Girl, I just couldn't let you go without saying hi. I had a really great time chatting with you at that strange party. I'm very excited about our meeting and to put it bluntly, I would definitely like to meet again. Maybe intimately, maybe just to change it. I don't know why I'm writing you like this. I guess it's what you might call a pick up, although I've never done anything like this before. I mean, if you could only see me blushing as I write this, to get to the point if you get the chance and would like to call me, here's my number, nine, eight, two, three, four, seven, seven, L, P.S., you have very sexy lips. I mean, I don't know what to do. I mean, should it be this kind of sex thing or what? You know? I mean, I've had sex in months. Well, Cheryl, you have been talking about this girl ever since you met her. And? And? With the talking. I think you should do something about it. Did, uh, Robin find out anything? No, she never heard of her. That's good. Michelle did say she saw her in school at the African-American studies department office. She go to school? I think so. You think so? Cheryl, you think so? What does that mean? I think so. I mean, we haven't, you know, gotten to that point yet. I don't want to go too fast or she doesn't. Must be a white girl thing. Dee? What? Stop, girl. I don't know. I mean, I think I'm hooked. I've taken the bait. Reel me in, Al. So how long have you lived here? Anyway, I love this apartment. Um, maybe about two years. It's a nice place, you know. Yeah, it's a really nice place. I got a lot of the antiques and the furniture from my uncle who died. And the album collection. The album collection. Really? What do you tell? Um, you can tell it's somebody's collection. Really? You know, it's all from the same era. All, a lot of the greats, you know, really good taste. Who's that? Oscar Brown Jr.? Never heard of him. No way. No, never heard of him. Wow. Maybe we can go to a bookstore later or something. I think you would really be interested. I was wondering, not only for being rude. Black man, Chicago, 50s. The computer world. The activist. Seeing anybody. Later on, after that, we can go have coffee or something. I think that sounds great. Okay. You want to have tea now? Yes. Tea now. Tea now. Coffee later. Very mixed messages. Anyway, I go over to our house to meet her before going to this sister-to-sister poetry reading. And I start snooping around. Okay. Ready to go? Yeah. I'm ready. It's my old roommate. I'm still really good friends. Really? Come on, let's get out of here. Yeah. Do you mind if I come in? I really have to use the bathroom. No, come on in. I'm just in the tub. All right, thanks. How's it going out there? Very nice. Nice place. Thank you. And if you don't mind me saying so, you have a very nice body. I don't mean to embarrass you. Oh, not embarrass me. Must be nice not to have to wear a bra. Um, embarrassed. No, um, bra sometimes. But for the most part, I don't... Art, like when, uh, I have my period or, you know... I only have a shower at home. Must be nice to take a bath. Come on, get in. No problem. What's with you? I got a bad feeling. Are you embarrassed? No. No. So, I go to this party she of course has me meet her at. Excuse me. Do you know where the bathroom is? Yeah, it's over there. She hadn't arrived, but was expected no less. And I have a few drinks to fit in if you catch my drift. Let's sit short here. Before that, I had to add... You're my mom has dressed now. So, uh, do you know these folks here? With most of them. Your roommate, I'm Cheryl. Um, I've seen your picture before in your apartment. And, I mean, I'm a friend of Lisa's. Oh, Lisa. You know, I have such a heart on for Elle. She's so mysterious. I really kind of want to get to know her. Really? Yeah, like, you know, do you have any pointers being her own roommate? No. Does she have a girlfriend? She didn't tell you she had a girlfriend. No, does she? Yeah. It's me. Needless to say, I gave up on the whole Elle thing. The other day, this came in the mail. Dear Cheryl, I tried to get ahold of you to tell you about the Peace Corps. I got in. Would you believe it? Did I even tell you I applied? Anyway, I'm living in the Ivory Coast. Wish you all the best, and I miss you, Elle. Again, all the artists, please come up here. We're going to have our little Q&A.