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105. mom-ogamish: horizontal with expat parents (2 of 4)

in episodes on 23/04/20

Eri.


105. mom-ogomish: horizontal with expat parents (2 of 4)

Hello horizontal lovers. horizontal with lila is Slow Radio. Consensual eavesdropping. Intimate talks about intimate topics recorded while lying down right next to each other, wearing robes. This is part two of my four-episode arc with Eri Kardos Patel and Jaymin Patel, recorded in February 2020.

Eri:  For Jaymin and I specifically, we choose open relating because it feels more like there’s a dance and a flow and we’re constantly checking ourselves to see how, like what is the right fit for us, in this moment, in this stage of our lives, in this stage of our relationship or relationships. And sometimes, we’re monogamous. And sometimes, we’re polyamorous, and sometimes, we want to— I called it mom-ogamish, when I was just having children and breast-feeding, I didn’t wanna see anybody else. It’s like, how can you be fluid and dance with it? And so, I don’t like the label polyamory for me personally, because sometimes I’m poly and sometimes I’m not. And sometimes I’m monogamous and sometimes I’m not. And just like I don’t think there’s any black and whites in this world, I don’t want to be under one label, so I like the fluidity of saying, we do open-relating, because in my mind it means that it’s more of a dance, and we can choose how we openly relate— with ourselves, with each other, with the world and, it feels less confined. […]

Lila:  Maybe because it’s a verb. Maybe what you like about it is that it feels active, so that it’s continually happening.

Eri:  I like that.

Lila:  In the moment, and you keep talking, and you keep dancing, rather than you say, “I am in an open relationship, and this is how it goes.”



Eri’s book.

Hello horizontal lovers.

horizontal with lila is Slow Radio.

Consensual eavesdropping.

Intimate talks about intimate topics recorded while lying down right next to each other, wearing robes.

This is part two of my four-episode arc with Eri Kardos Patel and Jaymin Patel, recorded in February 2020.

Eri & Jay are world travelers, long-time digital nomads, co-parents of two young children, and American expats in Bali. Eri is the author of the book Relationship Agreements, Jaymin the creator of The Integrated Father.

In part one, episode 104. good kids gone wild, Jay and I told our origin stories, and Eri began hers. 

Jaymin’s story involved a strict Indian family, sisters and aunties aplenty, bi-cultural identity, being a model Hindu and a very very very good boy, doing right by his parents, musical theatre, people-pleaser recovery, embracing his weird, Adlerian psych, and positive discipline.

Eri’s involved 3 siblings, constant uprootings, dance, 5 or 6 baptisms, being a very very very good girl, backpacking across the world, youth hostel life, sex addiction worries & Christian counseling, one excellent Sugar Daddy, Seattle, sex-positivity, and her longtime open relating partner Adam.

In part two, we pick up with:

  • Eri’s sexy Seattle life
  • BDSM as a highway to vulnerability
  • the art of submission
  • aftermath of a fight or regrettable incident
  • being seen, heard, & loved
  • reprogramming people’s erotic lives
  • open relating vs. open relationships
  • and how the longtime nomad couple finally settled in Bali.

This conversation was recorded over the course of approximately 5 hours.

It’s divided into four parts: the first two, episodes 104 & 105, are available in all the podcast places, and the last two: episodes 106 & 107, will be exclusive to patrons of the horizontal arts.

For access to The Full Horizontal, including 106, 107, and all the part twos (or in this case, threes and fours), become a patron of the horizontal arts!

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Thank for my subsistence.

And thank you for making the world a more intimate place.

Now come lie down with us again, in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.


Links to Things:

Eri’s website, EriKardos.com

Beyond Mom-Mode, Eri’s most recent venture, designed to nourish the nurturer

Bondagelessons.com, the beginning of Eri’s BDSM journey

Eri’s dating program for couples, The Great Date Challenge

The Nurtured Heart Approach, a parenting tool Eri recommends

Eri’s handout about Gottman’s Aftermath of a Fight or Regrettable Incident protocol (downloadable) 

Gottman’s book on education kids about emotions — Emotion Coaching

A blog about my Wednesday night meltdown at the pyramid temple: Burning Man 2018


Show Notes:

(if you share excerpts, please link to this page or the horizontal Patreon!)

[6:05]  Eri on open relating vs. open relationships

[7:51]  Lila on assumptions and the “Short Lexicon of Misunderstood Words”

Lila:  Those are such fantastic questions. What does monogamy mean to you? What does polyamory mean to you? I was talking to these girls that I met the other night, at Zest, and I was saying how— how we think we know what cheating is. (both giggle) But we don’t know what cheating is for somebody else! For some people — I have come to hear — the other person watching porn, or masturbating, is cheating. Now I would never consider that cheating, myself. And I would be like, “Go on and do your thing!” Unless it’s something brought to an unhealthy degree, that feels damaging to what is between us— then it would need to be something addressed, right? And it reminds me of—  did you ever read Milan Kundera’s The Book of Laughter and Forgetting?

Eri:  No.

Lila:  […] One of the parts that I have always remembered— and it’s been years since I’ve read it, is “A Short Lexicon of Misunderstood Words.” And he’s talking about a couple, and he goes into a few of them, and the one that I remember, is parade. And what parade meant to… her… was fascism. Because that is where she grew up. (It might have been him, but, I’m gonna say her.) Because that is the society she grew up in— parades were forced, you had to do it, you were marching not of your own volition… it was constricting, it was regimented, and it felt oppressive. And to him — though it might have been her — parades were, were joy, were sitting on the parent’s shoulders, were balloons, were, you know, unicorns and rainbows. And… that one word, that you could just easily use the word, you think you know, what it means, to the other person, and you… really might not know.

[10:32]  Being seen, heard, and loved.

Lila:  So it seems like a lot of your work is removing the assumptions by making things explicit.

Eri:  Mmmn, so much. And also by uncovering the story. We all carry stories. […] Everyone’s telling the story— the world is made of stories, and so, looking at different angles you’re coming from. You can tell the same story from a different angle, and have it have a totally different meaning. And then the other thing is that everyone wants to be seen, heard, and loved. And that’s pretty much the foundation for everything I do with my family and my clients and my work.

[11:23]  What it means to Eri to be seen, how kids can’t be witnessed enough, and moms are exhausted because nobody’s witnessing them.

[13:09]  BDSM and kink became Eri’s highway to vulnerability.

Eri:  To be seen is to be vulnerable. And the fastest way to vulnerability that I have ever found is through kink and BDSM. […] I ended up talking with a friend of mine once, who was doing a lot of work around trauma and vulnerability and how do you really process that and hold it and she’s like, y’know, “I’ve been working on this for years, and the best thing I’ve ever found was through healthy kink.” And I’m like, “That sounds so fucked up.” (both laugh) And then I go to my coaching program, and they’re like, “You need to work on vulnerability!” And I’m like, “Shit!” This women, she’s like, “You are gonna— I want you to meet my Dom.” So she connects us, around the time of this original conversation, via email, and he’s like, “Yeah, great, let’s meet and have tea or coffee, and we can talk about it,” and I am scared shitless of this idea, so I like, bail. And a year later is when the coaching program is like, “No, you still need to work on vulnerability.” And so it’s like, “Aw, man!” So I ended up emailing him back, I’m like, “Hey! Remember me! So, we were supposed to have dinner and I totally went AWOL on you, so, can I, um, you still wanna get that dinner?” He’s like, “No, I’m really busy.”

Lila:  (laughs) Fair.

Eri:  And being the pleaser and the perfect one who gets everything she wants, I’m like, “Fuck that shit! I’m gonna get you to take me to dinner!” (both laugh) So his website’s in his signature, 

Bondagelessons.com, and I go and I notice that this person — his name is Max — is teaching a 16-hour rope workshop. I know nothing about rope, so at this point in time—

Lila:  Sixteen hours!

Eri:  Where you should be able to learn everything from never having held a rope before to being able to do suspensions, and I was like, “Sweet! I will learn how to do ropes to get his attention.” So luckily, at this point, I know somebody who does ropes, so I’m like, “Hey! Can I borrow your ropes?” And he’s like, “Yeah, go for it.” And I ask a friend of mine, who’s a burlesque dancer and also like a badass boss babe, and I’m like, “Do you wanna learn ropes with me?” And she’s like, “Yeah, let’s do it.” So we end up going together to this 16-hour course. And the day after the course was over, I get an email from Max saying, “So about that dinner!” […] So we end up meeting, and he’s like, “Why are you here? What do you want?” I’m like, “I want to ask you some questions, ‘cause I heard that kink and BDSM is really good for vulnerability but— all of my upbringing tells me that it’s taboo and it’s sinful and it’s wrong and it’s really fucked up. And, so basically what I’m asking for is: Can we do one scene so I can prove that this is really fucked up and it’s not for me?” (Lila laughs) And thus began the most incredible several years of me being in partnership with a pro Dom, and learning the art of submission, and really growing as a human, especially around courage and vulnerability, which, you know, Brené Brown talks about all the time. And finding the most beautiful intimacy, and, instead of running from the things that were already in me that I was so scared to show, I just embraced them, and I was able to let the trauma free; I was able to let the old stories free. There are healthy outlets to still play out the “good girl” and the “bad boy.” There’s all this room to be playful! And to have fun, and have connection, and I think a lot of people are so caught up in the, we’re not supposed to do that, and we’re also not supposed to have fun in our culture anymore, it’s like, we’re so serious all the time. So when people ask me, “What is kink? Are you gonna get hurt? You gonna cry? Is somebody gonna hit you a lot?” I’m like, “It’s whatever you make it.” I met a woman whose kink was pop rocks.

[17:19]  Lila’s waxes rhapsodic about sensation play and her favorite household sensation play object.

[17:40]  Eri’s dating program for couples, The Great Date Challenge.

Eri & Jay on what was, presumably, a rather great date.


[18:30]  The origins of Eri’s coaching work & how we can influence our children’s experience by liberating ourselves

Eri:  I found joy in leading people on a similar journey, to experience their soul and experience their shadows, and be okay with all of it, and be held in a safe container. One of my clients is Hollywood celebrity, and at one point he just said, “Eri, being with you, working with you is like, just being embraced by your kindergarten teacher and being able to tell her everything! And I’m like, “Sweet!” (laughter) But it’s so much more—

Lila:  But you’re you’re, you’re doing a reprogramming, right. So if you have that figure, or somebody who feels like that, who’s saying, “It’s okay! You know, it’s okay that you want to do that. It’s okay that you like that. It’s okay that, you know, these are your fantasies.” You’re— you’re rewiring him!

Eri:  Completely.

Lila:  It’s gorgeous.

Eri:  Which, it turns out, he’s also a Dad. So, the generational impact of how he’s showing up for his partner, for his child— it’s huge! And that’s one of the reasons why I think Jaymin and I are both right now being called to work with parents. Because we’ve come on this huge journey in terms of our careers, and then as lovers, and in relationship, and doing a lot of work here, and now looking at: Wow, how do we influence our children? ‘Cause we’ve done all this work and what if we could save them a lot of time and money and therapy and all the things. What if we just taught them what they really need to know now which is: How to authentically connect with people around them? And their own souls and take care of themself and self-soothe and learn how they are empowered and how they can be seen in a healthy way, and how they can look at their own judgements of themselves and their own judgements of what they want, and make their own decisions, not based on pleasing everyone else.

[20:52]  Eri on The Gottman Institute and Aftermath of a Fight or Regrettable Incident (link to her downloadable worksheet).

[23:59]  The Gottman’s book on educating kids about emotions & the basic Emotion Coaching steps

Eri:  Children grow up into adults, and if children learn how to handle their emotions, they’re much more capable adults.

Lila:  Oh my God yesss.

[26:26]  Lila tells a story about self-talk and the redheaded man at the cafe.

[30:40]  Do you need to be understood in order to be witnessed? What does being understood mean to Lila? What does being seen mean to Eri? Jaymin wants to be understood and to be known; Eri doesn’t need to be understood to feel seen.

[32:55]  Being seen during my Wednesday night meltdown at the pyramid temple: Burning Man 2018

[37:40]  The Erotic Blueprints and my episodes with Leidy Dahiana, Erotic Blueprint Coach, in which she tells the story of the most mind-blowing sex of her life (Episode 97) 

[38:54]  How the nomad couple settled in Bali, specifically in Ubud, the healer, the cultural capital

[39:45]  Beyond Mom-Mode, Eri’s newest venture, designed to nourish the nurturer (+ her first mom retreat in Bali)

Eri:  Almost all of us go through this huge transition where we’re like, “Oh my gosh, who are we?” And then we’re creating this life, and we have to take care of this life. We lose touch with who we are, and we just give, give, give, and we deplete ourselves, and maybe we squeeze in a shower every couple days if we’re lucky and, so many women experience a loss of identity when they become mothers — and this goes for all caregivers — but I can speak from the voice of being a mom.

[42:28]  On permission.

Eri:  One of the things I’ve seen time and time again as a relationship coach, is that people just need to be given permission to do the thing they already know inside of them they want to do, or is right for them. It’s like: teaching people how to follow their intuition and gift themselves what they know they need. So it’s like, Okay well. I’m just gonna be your boss. I’m your Domme. I’m your Mama-Domme. You’re coming to Bali. And the agenda is to take care of yourself and celebrate you. Because when you are celebrated, when you love on yourself, you’re gonna go home and you’re gonna be a better partner, you’re gonna be a better mama, you’re gonna be a better community member, and you’re gonna model what it’s like to be healthy for your children, and stop yelling at them and stop being off-balance, and stop wondering why everything is so f-ing hard all the time, because you will have found yourself again and you’ll know who you are.

[43:19]  What does Lila need to give herself permission to do / break up with / transition out of?

105. mom-ogomish: horizontal with expat parents (2 of 4)

Hello horizontal lovers. horizontal with lila is Slow Radio. Consensual eavesdropping. Intimate talks about intimate topics recorded while lying down right next to each other, wearing robes. This is part two of my four-episode arc with Eri Kardos Patel and Jaymin Patel, recorded in February 2020.

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“You make a selfie look like a Titian,” said a “You make a selfie look like a Titian,” said a playwright I admire, after a staged reading I performed in. 

(Thanks Richard Alfredo!)

I’m not the blushing kind, but, I think I blushed?

Before I started this series, way back in the glory days of 2013 (it was the innocent of times, I tell you), I was, well, kind of maybe sort of possibly a tid bit embarrassed by how many self-portraits I took? Nevermind the fact that artists have been their own medium since time immemorial. It’s different when you’re using a cell phone. Right? 

{WHO SAYS.}

I think of the great quote (had to look it up — it’s Chase Jarvis): 

“The best camera is the one you have with you.” 

I’ve never been a Hasselblad-chaser or anything. But I figured I should at least be using my mom’s old Minolta. For street cred. It’s from the 70s! It had an embroidered strap! The lens cap didn’t fit because the metal around the lens was dented! It still is! I still have it! It’s a bonafide film camera. You can feel that. Thing’s chonky. Vintage. Which means. That shit is heavy. I don’t want to carry it in my purse. It won’t even fit in half my purses! So. The best camera I had was my cell phone. It was always with me. 

(And when @thetravelingcreative Fiona taught me to wipe off the “grease filter” each time, it got even better. Fiona has taught me so many things, organizational wizardress that she is. Thanks Fiona!)

Read the rest of the essay (& see those bathroom portraits from 2016) on Substack! The link is in my bio, friend.
Summer & bae 1. Passport Photo Time! 2. She’s Summer & bae

1. Passport Photo Time!

2. She’s an interior decorator now, y’all! (Also, bae’s paintings are world-class! You could buy one!)

3. You can watch the sunset from this deck when you rent my apartment!

4. Last Day of Grief counseling at Suncoast Hospice, or as @mummybites called it, “graduation.”

5. Toastmasters supporting Toastmasters at @schoolcreativityinnovation ‘s immersive piece “Funeral for Someone You Didn’t Know”

6. Loralei Goes To The Beach!

7. A coupla lemons in downtown Safety Harbor

8. Whenever I see pictorial veggies I think of Tanja

9. Can you stand how gorgeous this retro candy apple fridge is?!!

10. This is Myrna.

11. Zach’s paintings in the kitchen!

12. WEIRD AL 

13. I repeat: WEIRD ALLLL!!!!!
The upper limits problem is a concept I learned fr The upper limits problem is a concept I learned from the book Conscious Loving. I tell people about this book. I recommend it to everyone. I buy it for friends. And of the entire book, the parts I continue to re-read are the passages about the upper limits.

The premise of the upper limits problem is this: at some point during our childhood, usually without realizing it, we made a decision about how good we are allowed to feel. We associated feeling good with, pretty much immediately, feeling bad. We were jumping for joy and babbling exuberantly and got told to keep it down; we brought home good grades and were told not to brag, etc. So at this point, most of us (not all of us, but honestly, probably the vast majority of us) created our own personal glass ceiling.

In the book, Kathlyn and Gay Hendricks put it this way: “Starting in childhood, most of us seem to put a lid on our positive energy in order to stay at the humdrum level of existence necessary to function in the workaday world.”

My upper limit is much lower than I’d like it to be. (Still!)

{Cont’d.}

Read the rest of the essay on Substack (link in my bio)!

@officialgayhendricks
Love Letter to Sarasota 1. Feets at the Ringing H Love Letter to Sarasota

1. Feets at the Ringing House mosaic

2. Band photo (band coming soon!)

3. Bathroom Portrait at the Ringling Museum of Art

4. Happy Hour with bae

5. Selfie with the most astonishing circus mural I’ve ever seen

6. Coffee shops are best offices — working on my Substack tiny wins essay @projectcoffee 

7. Always a kiss on the cheek when we selfie

8. Circus Museum!!

9. Backrooms, a movie without a why

10. Closer feets
When I was a kid, I used to win things all the tim When I was a kid, I used to win things all the time. Writing contests, penmanship awards, badges of excellence. (Games of skill, you’ll note, not games of chance.) 

I have no idea if I was able to celebrate any of these wins, because, as you may already know, I have hardly any memories before the age of 12.

I do know that after high school I stopped winning things. Maybe I won a single thing in college (an achievement scholarship for my final year). I went to NYU in New York City, my friend. The place where it happens. Small fishy in biggest pond. And I don’t know if this came into being when I stopped winning stuff, but about 10 years ago I realized that I genuinely did not know how to celebrate. I did not possess the skill of celebration. Or to be precise, I couldn’t feel celebration. In my body. Or anywhere else, really. Not on the inside. Not on the outside. And certainly not in a way that made my cells dance.

[You can read the whole essay — about how I learned to feel joy again — on the horizontal with lila Substack. Link in my bio!]
And even more Chiro office portraits: 1. About to And even more Chiro office portraits:

1. About to visit @jamesmuseum in my @tecovas & my @gigipip 

2. Happy that I finally found the perfect outfit (pants @farmrio collaboration with Adidas) to wear the forest green bomber that @czechmex gave me at my clothing swap years ago! These @l.o.m_design earrings are among my top 5 hero pieces!

3. Feelin’ like a fiesta— skirt is @farmrio / shoes are @unitednude / hairbow & necklace come from happy place treasure trove @riskgalleryboutique in Bushwick, Brooklyn!

4. And she thought she wasn’t a baseball cap person!

5. THIS SCARF from @pookieandsebastian — all I need now is a 1960s stewardess uniform and a Pan-Am bag, baybyyy!

6. Grumpy in sweatsuit #1

7. Grumpy in sweatsuit #2

8. Currently obsessed with majolica & majolica-adjacent designs. Don’t even know how to pronounce it!
Did you ever make a list of the experiences in you Did you ever make a list of the experiences in your life that could (even subliminally) be affecting your behavior to this very day? We did. I found it incredibly powerful.

You can read mine: I called it “trauma with that lowercase t.” 

(The link to my horizontal with lila Substack, where I keep my writing, amongst other bits of expression, is in my bio.)

And if you would like to be witnessed in this, I’d love to read yours too. Send it my way.
Love Letter to Palm Springs Featuring: Enormous Love Letter to Palm Springs

Featuring:

Enormous hat (from Marianne’s of Palm Springs)
The Love of My Life
A Selkie Dress
Street Art
&
A moste excellent scarf (gifted by said love of life)
There is a cure for this crisis of loneliness, and There is a cure for this crisis of loneliness, and it is intimacy, but *only if* we can expand our definition of what intimacy is and can be. […..]

{I’ll show you how to do this! I gave this keynote speech at my dear friend Adam @mindmaprenovations event, Lifelong Learners. You can read the whole transcript and/or watch the full speech on my Substack!}
See that resting frown face on my mom as she slept See that resting frown face on my mom as she slept?

I’ve started to make that same face. I wake from a dream or a doze to find that I’m frowning. I touch my lips to make it stop. After a few moments, I discover that they are making the frown shape again. I can’t make it stop because I’m sleeping when I do it. I’ve started doing it when I’m not sleeping too. When I’m awake, I think it’s a cross between a grimace and a frown. A frimace? (I mean, it can’t be a grown. Or can it?)

I don’t really have that much to frown about anymore, except, I suppose, for the onslaught of fresh horrors perpetrated by the country I live in on the daily, the greed of the few and desperation of the many, the natural disasters that are frequenter and hotter and wetter and gnarlier as the earth continues its job of beginning to shake us off its back… yeah I guess there’s not much to frown about, really. 

I took Mom to FloridaRAMA because she had been complaining for months that she didn’t do anything anymore. She mentioned concerts, plays, ballets. But by the time the sun went down, she would be sundowning and wouldn’t want to go anywhere anyway. So that afternoon I decided to pick her up and take her on an outing — which was always a pain in the ass, and especially a pain in the ass to do solo. It involved going to her room and making sure she was dressed, convincing her to get dressed if she wasn’t, which was a laborious process, insisting that we needed to take the wheelchair which of course we did because she was falling all the time and brachiating (holding onto walls and less sturdy things like chairs, tables — at least, some nurse told me that this is what it’s called but the internet seems to only relate it to apes swinging from their arms to get from place to place) […]

Continued on horizontalwithlila dot substack dot com (the link is in my bio)
In the bathroom of the Italian restaurant after Da In the bathroom of the Italian restaurant after Dad’s cold rainy rural upstate funeral looking like a sad British clown / Nowhere, NY / April 12th, 2025

Right after my father died, there were Anthonys and Tonys everywhere. 

Suddenly everyone was called Tony and everybody else was talking about their Dad or playing songs about death. 

* Passing a girl on the street talking to her friend, and the only words you catch are “My dad had…” 
* Walking into your favorite gluten-free café, and they’re playing the Flaming Lips song “Do You Realize?”

Do you realize / that everyone you know / someday / will die?

* Realizing that the second title for Billy Joel’s song “Movin’ Out” is “Anthony’s Song.” I never truly registered this until I was trying to write one morning in a blessed cacao shop (yes, for real) and I paused to listen to the opener:

Anthony works in the grocery store
Savin’ his pennies for someday

* Ordering fries from the surfer guy at the beach shack on my pilgrimage to the ocean, when his co-worker shouts, “Hey Anthony!”

If you put this stuff in your feature film script, your screenwriting teacher would tell you it’s too pat, too predictable, “don’t put a hat on a hat.” (The Writer!)

It’s like that old quarters experiment on attention… you start looking for quarters on the ground, and suddenly, you see them everywhere.

The drugstores full of Father’s Day crap. Marketing emails about “Dads and grads.” Only one company sent an email that said, Hey, we know that Father’s Day time is tough for some people, so click this to opt out of all Father’s Day related emails.

Click. CLICK!

I wish I could click that link for the universe. No father stuff, please. No Dad shit. But there were quarters everywhere, of course, because the back of my mind was attuned to all things Dad.

{You can read the rest of the essay on Substack. Link in my bio, bb.}
Love Letter to New York, whom I miss so much 1. S Love Letter to New York, whom I miss so much

1. Straight out of a fitting for “The Deuce”?

2. Free Friday at @whitneymuseum 

3. Basquiat makes me feel like home

4. Madison Square Park photo op (irresistible)

5. Candid

6. Got to see the lovely @josescaro & @benbecherny ply their craft at @bricktheater 

7. Charming marquee!

8. Closing night vibes (not pictured: the succulent plant I brought in lieu of flowersof)

9. Chuck Close in the subway!

10. More subway Chuck Close!

11. Man Ray retrospective at the Met

12. Love a good silhouette

13. A rare VERTICAL bathroom portrait in one of the finest bathrooms of them all, at the lovely New Mexican food joint with the rainbow cookies Of My Dreams, @ursula_brooklyn 

14. My man is a photographer too. 🤩

15. Cannot. Resist. Photo Booth.
I wrote a list in 2020 titled “How to love me wh I wrote a list in 2020 titled “How to love me when I’m ... depressed”... and in this essay, I encourage you to write your own version (How to love me when I’m... anxious, How to love me when I’m... burned out, How to love me when I’m... in despair)...

And if you write one, how I would love to read it. (Or even learn about one of the items on your list, here in the comments).

Here’s an excerpt:

 “One of the characteristics of my depression (and most of my other tizzies, such as but not limited to anxiety, severe procrastination, adulting paralysis, etc.) is that while I’m in it I have no idea what — if anything — will help me get out of it.

It’s more like I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW TO GET OUT SO I’LL JUST HIDE UNDER THE COVERS UNTIL I WANT TO DO SOMETHING AGAIN CALL ME IN 6 MONTHS.

Ergo, therefore, if I’m in a state, and you ask me what I need, or what you can do, I may or may not have the wherewithal to tell you. Emphasis on the not. I may not even have the wherewithal to know.

And if I don’t know, how can I tell you?

I can’tdon’t, then.

If I’m not in a state I probably have plenty of things I could say but that’s when I don’t need the help so badly. (A lá it’s not the worst while you can still say the worst.)

As I mentioned in the subtitle: You don’t come with an operator’s manual. Your model came out of the fleshbox with zero instructions. And since no one possesses your operator’s manual, no matter how much they love you, you are going to be the supreme author, the expert on you, since you’ve been studying you your whole life. Please for the love of Pete & Ashleigh, do your people the great good turn of writing them some instructions. Triage options, if you will. Trust me when I say that they (nearly all of them) need it.

If you write it for them, they will have it when you need it.

This little list could, quite without exaggeration, save your life.”

The link to the whole essay is in my bio. (Join me on Substack darling!)

#substack #substackwriter #depressionandanxiety #communityiseverything
Love Letter to St. Pete @stpetefl Where we met, Love Letter to St. Pete @stpetefl 

Where we met, where we re-met ❤️‍🔥

1. An afternoon at @grandcentralbrewhouse with my handsome gentleman in @warbyparker 

2. Bb’s first @nineinchnails concert (okay, technically in Tampa) in @selkie & @viveylife . It was stellar. Trent sounds just like he used to and the projections were gorgeous!

3. Matching denim jumpsuits ( but his is a @onepiece )

4. The finest pizza in all the land (even with my dietary restrictions!) from @noblecrust (OMNOMNOMNOM)

5. He even makes doctor’s appointments fun.

6. I love matching him sooooo muchmuch. 

7. Just us and a zebra, nbd.

8. Theme Park joy

9. At the art show @wadastpete that my gentleman curated for his students. 🪐☄️🛸👽🚀✨
When I was a kid, I used to read myself to sleep. When I was a kid, I used to read myself to sleep. 

Actually, I don’t know when I stopped.

I read myself to sleep in my childhood bedroom, with a flashlight under the covers of a trundle bed (drawers filled to the brim with dress-up clothes) when my mom said it was too late to be awake. I checked out 25 books from the Freeport library at a time, filling the trunk of my parent’s car, and devoured them in weeks, partly from my perch in the flowering dogwood tree in our backyard (were the blooms ivory? or cherry blossom pink?), partly while curled up on an orange-and-yellow-ticked seat cushion I dragged down to the crawlspace in the basement — my “secret hiding spot,” which was neither secret nor hidden and so can only be termed a spot, armed with Oreos and flashlight, and the remainder under the covers before bed.

I suspect I knew more words then than I know now. There are still words like “vehement” that I’m only about 70% sure I know how to pronounce. I learned them in context. I can spell them. I can use them in a sentence! But am I saying them correctly? 

Unsure.

I read myself to sleep in high school, even though I had to get up unconscionably early to get bussed in to my magnet program — Pinellas County Center for the Arts — 35 minutes away from our sad little apartment. Like a magnet, @pcca_gibbs PCCA grabbed young artists from the whole county.

I had a major in high school, which is more usual now, from what I hear, but wasn’t so usual then, and what I majored in was called Performance Theatre (as opposed to Musical Theatre, the love of my life I never thought I was good enough for). 

I really wanted to go to the Fame school in New York — LaGuardia — but when I was 12 my Mom divorced my Dad and forced me to move to Flah-rida. So I went to PCCA instead. (To be honest, she probably wouldn’t have let me commute into the city to go to Fame even if we had stayed on Long Island.) 

Read the whole essay (link to Substack in my bio)!

#booknerdlife #readingforpleasure #readingrainbow
My man and I got our nerd on at @nerdnitestpete ! My man and I got our nerd on at @nerdnitestpete ! 

We had the opportunity to support my lovely, engaging, and compassionate Happiness Ambassador friend Adam Peters aka @mindmaprenovations as he changed some lives by teaching us how to begin developing a preference for positivity. I’ve seen him give this presentation a few times before, and this was the best one yet — and to the biggest crowd, over 300 human nerds!

I love us.

I consider it my sacred duty to paparazzi my friends when they do marvelous things, as I hope to have done unto me!

P.S. Applied to give a Nerd Nite presentation myself … fingers crossed bb’s! 

1. My gentleman is so handsome. (Also, I got this stellar skirt in excellent condition from my favorite thrift store with a cause @casapinellas !)

2. Toasties supporting Toasties! @dtsptoastmasters members: me, Steve Diasio, Dawn Cecil (two-time Nerd Nite Speaker alumni!), & Rick! (Not pictured here — but later in the carousel) Christian Carrasco.

3. Fit check baybeeee.

4. Caryn, Nerd Nite boss extraordinaire, introducing the evening.

5. Caryn introducing my friend Adam (did I yell “THAT’S MY FRIEND!” at the end? WHY YES I DID.)

6-10. Adam rocking the casbah.

11. Fellow Toastmaster Christian.

12. I love mein mann!

#nerdnite #nerdnitestpete
A woman approached me. We collaborated once, a yea A woman approached me. We collaborated once, a year prior, I think. Time is weird. She reached out both her hands.

“What a beautiful mourner you are,” she said.

I took her hands.

I think I said thank you.

She was referring, I suppose, to the gloves, the dress, the shoes, the lipstick, the earrings. 

But what does it mean, to be a beautiful mourner? 
What does it mean to mourn beautifully? 
To have good grief?

“My dad dropped dead,” I said, to get myself used to the shock of it. 

“My mother is dying,” I said, to reconcile myself to the fact of it. 

I don’t wear mascara anymore, because I cry every day.

People hugged me in airports, at rental car counters, in line for a sandwich. They hugged me in the TSA line. At the chiropractor. The grocery store. My father dropped dead, I told them. My mother is dying. I told them and they hugged me. I was glad I did. I was glad they did.

Sometimes, when people were truly asking, if I had the time, and I had the spoons, I repeated my litany of 2025. So they’d understand: it has been this kind of year. It seems that everyone has this kind of year at some point, or, devastatingly, at several points in a life — a maelstrom, a dervish, a crucible, a nexus, a whammy, a time — an Alexander’s-no-good-very-bad-terrible kind of year. 

There were so many months in February. So many years in April. So many decades in the first half of 2025. I didn’t want to become an adult, but 2024 made me, and 2025 sealed the deal. 

It’s amazing I managed to get this far without growing up.

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Love in La La Land 1. “So this is where they ke Love in La La Land

1. “So this is where they keep the LIGHT!” -SATC … At our first @lacma member preview, enjoying the majestically empty Geffen galleries before the permanent collections moves in.

2. Urban Light, and me (installation by Chris Burden)

3. A historic view at LACMA, never again to be seen!

4 - 13. Art, mostly part of the Digital Witness exhibit

14. Love at the @gettymuseum 

15. Queer exhibits! 

16. Sunset at the Getty with my love

#museumnerd #lacma #lacmamember #digitalwellness #thegetty #loveinlalaland
For you, when you need it, and for the people in y For you, when you need it, and for the people in your life, when they need it.

Here’s an excerpt from the essay:

[To read the whole thing, follow the link in my bio to my Substack (and subscribe there, darling)!]

My chiropractor called me out a few weeks back. 
He said, with his characteristic smile (he has nice little teeth), “I read your essay.”

“You did? Thank you for reading,” I began, genuinely surprised and moved.

“But I still don’t know what to say!” he admonished. “You only told us what not to say!” 

Then he gave me an enormous cashmere-scented candle in a plastic bag. 

This was not apropos of nothing. I mentioned that scent in the essay. 

That giant cashmere candle, so big it has not one but FOUR wicks, means something. And then he had to go and ruin it. (jk, jk, Dr. Brian!)

“Hang in there,” he said, at the end of our session.

I cringed a liddle. (That’s not a little, not a lot, it’s right in the middle, a liddle.)

But you see, he was completely right! I told him I’d give him a list! I hadn’t given him a list! So I began compiling. Every time someone said a thing that made me wince, it went on the list, which lead to Part 1: What NOT to say when someone dies.

Each time someone said a thing that felt like love, made me farklempt, I took a screenshot, and it went on the list. 

This is the farklempt list.

As I wrote in “what NOT to say,” the useful things people say are fairly varied (and tailored to the griever), while the un-useful things tend to be generic variations on a tired theme.
“what TO say” will be a living document, updated whenever I have something useful, or supremely un-useful, to add. Here we go.
Love in Louisville. 1. Photo credit to my love, Love in Louisville.

1.  Photo credit to my love, Zachary

2.  Selfie with Street Art by the windy, windy river

3.  Horsies! Street Art! (Do you know how much I love murals?!)

4.  Looking like an award-winning art teacher at the art teacher conference (ahem, he is the award-winning art teacher!), wearing a @riskgalleryboutique necklace & big fcking bow!)

5.  A Wizard interlude! What a delight to witness my friend @personisawake absolutely Rock @cm_louisville & inspire a roomful of humans

6.  When your love matches the art. 🖼️ *chef’s kiss*

7 & 8. Major interior design maxi inspo for my ADU reno from @21clouisville by @fallen_fruit 🌺🌷🌸🌻🌼💐🪷

9.  The crayon shirt, bow, and soft rainbow chiclet necklace style brought to you by my inner 6-year old!

#ilovelouisville #wizardry #creativemornings #21clouisville #21c
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