Watching Paris is burning shows the life of trans, gay, lesbian, queer, bisexual, and others how they wish they lived themselves out if they had an opportunity to do so. The unique creativity and art that they had were inspirational. Watching the film was great, but you had a white director exploiting the ball dancers behind the scenes. Jennie Livingston came to Harlem, New York, with an entire white crew to use those who already had a hard life. According to the ones Jennie chose to focus on, there was nothing to gain from the film. What was said to advertise this film was about prostitutes, welfare recipients, and messengers. What this director did doesn’t sit well with me because the fact is that these people didn’t have a choice when it came to their living situations or how they grew up, let alone they were also identifying themselves with another sex. On a lighter note, Angie extravaganza had such an open heart to welcome anyone that had no one to talk to or anywhere to stay. She was the one to be around so she could give you some motherly comfort. It takes a lot for anyone to genuinely take that role, which is what Angie extravaganza did for anyone who needed her. It is selfish when you choose to learn and experience a culture, too, and profit from it—choosing to expose the hardship that these people have endured because of their social class.