Take Anne Carlisle in Liquid Sky.
You and I screened saucy Ann Magnuson dancing her glorious seduction of Catherine Deneuve and David Bowie in the opening sequence of The Hunger.
Mom, you insisted people understand your binary identity as Jamaican and American, Anne Carlisle showed me how to star in your own movie and write your own dialogue too.
You thought the film boring but appreciated I was a queer boy who needed queer images so you let me watch this insane Day-Glo explosion about aliens, lesbians, opiates and orgasms.
Grier staggers through intermittently as a zonked prostitute with a terrifying blood lust.
Finally, Vanity, aka Denise Matthews.
Ma, I saw you negotiate the cruelty that 1980s life could inflict upon you, a beautiful Jamaican black woman who knew what she wanted.