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11. shower-head: horizontal with a primo villan

in episodes on 24/07/17

Rene in performance-mode.


11. shower-head: horizontal with a primo villan

In this episode, I lie down with my housemate Rene. Rene is the most genuinely enthusiastic person I have ever known. When I first met him, I didn’t trust him. I thought, “Is this guy for real? Is he really this happy?” He is! It’s incredible.

“Their relationship existed before I was even a concept, right? So it’s like this whole thing that existed outside of my existence. And so, I can only imagine, based on how they— how my mother spoke about my father, what it was like when they first met. I’m pretty sure they were like, madly in love with each other, and it was like an intense, like, physical relationship that they had, and as their relationship developed, I think what happened was, my father became abusive — or in other words, he was probably always abusive, and was— and used coercion to like, have control over my mother. And I didn’t really see much of it, but there was always a lot of tension in the house when I was a child. And then I remember ha— this one morning, I got up. I must have been 8 or 9 years old — I think I was 9 years old, and I went to get cereal, ‘cause it was, that’s what I ate in the mornings on Saturdays. So I get a bowl and I remember sitting in my kitchen; I remember my father was in the living room watching TV. I don’t know where my sisters were. I’m in the kitchen and my mom’s in the kitchen and I tell her in like, just a really nasty voice, ‘Get me cereal.’ Like just really nasty, like imagine a 9 year-old boy just being really nasty. And she turned at me, she looked at me, she was like shocked, and I saw that she looked shocked and I remember feeling shocked, like I had like, ‘What happened? What’s wrong? What, what?’ And she comes to me, she says, ‘Sweetie, why did you talk to me the way that you talked to me?’ And so, I told her, ‘Well, I just talk to you the way that my father talks to you. The way Daddy talks to you.’ And … I remember that moment because, I thought she was mad at me and I didn’t understand why, and she very like gently and lovingly asked a question, and I just gave her my honest answer. And it was that moment that she realized that my father was actually not a healthy person for her children to be around. And she … I don’t know what happened after that, but, essentially, she kicked him out, and we moved somewhere else. And yeah and, that happened, and that was probably, one of the most bravest things that a person can do, because if you imagine being, I don’t know, 28, and you don’t have a lot of money, you’ve got three kids, and your other partner who helps support the household pays most of the bills, you realize is not a good person, and there’s no one else to help you and you just, you figure out how to make it happen on your own. And you’re responsible for three other lives.”

– Rene

“I’m finally looking at that and realizing how I recreated that— how, my mother’s grasping and my father’s coldness led (he wasn’t cold towards me, but he was cold towards my mother) led to me seeking out unavailable men of all flavors and stripes, of, of all kinds. Men who were unavailable for all kinds of different reasons — workaholics, or, men who were polyamorous and would never, never consider a different kind of relationship structure and I wasn’t sure that that’s what I wanted, men who were pining for a lost love and weren’t really open to me, all different kinds of unavailable men. Men who lived across the country, men who lived across the seas! Oh my! But I’m, I’m glad that I’m really starting to take a look at it. It kind of reminds me of Brene Brown’s talk where she says, she discovers that these ‘wholehearted people,’ what they have in common is vulnerability, so she goes to her therapist and she says, ‘Ok, all right, it’s time to deal with my vulnerability, but nothing about my family, ok?’ And that’s, that’s the root.”

– Lila



Welcome back to horizontal with lila, the podcast about intimacy (sex, love, and relationships of all kinds) that’s entirely recorded while lying down. Many episodes (like this one), are recorded at Hacienda Villa, my home, a sex-positive intentional community in Bushwick, Brooklyn.

In this episode, I lie down with my housemate Rene.

Rene for RISE UP IN LOVE 

Rene is the most genuinely enthusiastic person I have ever known. When I first met him, I didn’t quite trust him. I thought, “Is this guy for real? Is he really this happy?” He is! It’s incredible.

In response to his tendency to fold other people’s laundry, I coined the in-house hashtag PRIMOVILLAN (#primovillan), and started regularly asking myself, What would Rene do? The question was like a lovingkindness tune-up for me.

Rene is quite a hunky fellow, and often genderfluid in the way he dresses [see visual aid], rocking skirts and shiny little short-shorts in the same way he rocks a bow tie and a sport coat. He’s the housemate who looks better in your clothes than you do!

Rene and his 8-pack can be seen pole-dancing at the House of Yes, often on Pole Play Wednesdays — he actually defies gravity while Horizontal!

You can follow his pole journey on Instagram @The_Renesance, which is a nickname that I made up for him. I’m pretty proud of that.

In this part of our episode, we talk about our parent’s relationships, divorces, oral sex in the shower, compartmentalizing emotions, and Rene’s nearly unbelievable cheerfulness.

You’re invited … won’t you … come lie down with us?

The second half of this episode has been released separately, by popular demand.


Links to Things:

The House of Yes, a performance art party venue in Bushwick, Brooklyn

@The_Renesance, Rene’s pole-dancing Instagram

The Rowe Center, a retreat space and nexus of community

Stephen Jenkinson, the leader of the Orphan Wisdom School


Show Notes (feel free to share quotes/resources on social media, and please link to my iTunes, this website, or my Patreon!):

iTunes link: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/horizontal-with-lila/id1238031115&ls=1

website link: https://horizontalwithlila.com/

Patreon link (the crowdsourcing of patronage!): https://www.patreon.com/horizontalwithlila

[3:05]  How did Rene come to live at the Villa?

[6:37]  Rene on Latin culture, home, and family.

[8:44]  What was the relationship like between Rene’s parents?

[12:31]  Rene and I express our appreciation for his mother.

[12:48]  How Rene’s mother taught her children about responsibility.

[14:38]  Why did teenaged Rene swear off relationships?

Rene:  For a long time I was resigned about relationships, because the only male figure that I really had was my father and he was a bad guy. You know, my mother never spoke ill of him in front of us. She would always say, ‘Oh, you know, he loves you. We’re just like, not living together. But I saw that he— I saw that he never came around, you know, he never called us for our birthdays, he didn’t give my mom any money, I saw that; I was old enough to understand these basic concepts, and, and, and, and so in my mind, that was not a good person, and so I didn’t want to be in relationship, because I didn’t— I, I was a man. And that means I would be the bad guy. So I was like, not interested, at all.

[17:00]  How did Lila’s parents meet? What was the relationship between them like?

[18:50]  What is Lila’s theory about why her parent’s marriage didn’t work?

[19:51]  Lila’s mother’s illness when Lila was 7, 8, and 9.

[20:45]

Lila:  I think that my mother was always trying to get my father to fill the emptiness inside her, and he, couldn’t do that, and even was protective of what he did have to offer, and so I think she felt starved for affection and attention.

[21:23]  Does Lila’s father think of her mother as codependent? What does he call her?

[23:49]  How Lila has recreated the dynamics in her parent’s relationship.

[25:45]  What Lila’s love language has to do with her father. The resentment that Lila is still carrying.

[27:26]  Why Rene so highly values showing up and being true to one’s word.

[30:02]  Rene’s first sex talk. With hand gestures. (It’s pretty great.)

[33:07]  The way Rene’s mother spoke of romantic relationships.

[35:13]  Sex ed in the New York City school system.

[36:24]  How did Rene learn about his penis as an instrument of pleasure?

[37:33]

Rene:  I would climax, but I wouldn’t ejaculate, right, and that felt really great. […] It was like coming, but without the mess. […] It was, if I were to describe it. It was like imagine … golden flakes sprinkling down your organ, your most pleasurable organ, right, going into your body, tiny little ripples of ecstasy, right, and they would just spread, from my hips, down my thighs, up my stomach, down my legs, past my knees, up into my chest, out into my arms, right, and finally like reaching my head and exploding.

[39:40]  Rene’s experience in the shower at his aunt’s place … shower-head.

[40:47]  On oral sex in the shower.

[42:15]  What changed Rene’s mind about romantic relationships? (On compartmentalizing.)

Rene:  I was 25 and, I fell in love for the first time. Let’s call her D.C.V. … so D.C.V., she helped me realize that I was putting all of my emotions in these compartments, and I had a whole house built, where each room had different emotions. I would get angry, and I would go ahead and put that in, you know the dresser in the master bedroom, or, I’d get really upset, when people bring up fatherhood, and that would go, into a chest in the basement, or … I’d get really excited about something, and I’d go ahead and put that, you know, in the side table in the foyer. Um, and I had all of these little compartments where everything belonged and everything was neat, but I wasn’t being self-expressed with who I was, and everything was just divided within me, and it was like this little, all my emotions were perfectly placed, into these little boxes, and I wasn’t really like, living. I wasn’t really feeling the world, or my experience of the world and so falling in love with D.C.V. really opened that up for me and helped me kind of unlock those dressers and drawers and boxes and really allowed me to lay everything out, take a look at it, and deal with my issues.

[44:40]  How Rene first considered the idea of something akin to polyamory.

[48:40]  Rene on jealousy.

[49:15]  How does Rene come by his astonishing cheerfulness?

[49:53]  The counter-intuitive thing that Lila did to be noticed, as a teenager.

[51:12]  Rene’s gratitude practice.

[54:00]  Lila’s gratitude practice. The weekend seminar she attended at the Rowe Center with Stephen Jenkinson about grief and dying. [Also see episode 19a. my heart is broken may it never heal: horizontal with matthew stillman, a devoted student of Stephen’s.]

Lila:  His whole work is an extremely poetic rendering of how we can carry — these are his words — how we can carry what knowing we’re going to die does to us every day. […] It’s what being aware of our mortality — how that changes our behavior and our outlook. For instance, today, I have often some tension with my mother and […]. I often have— my mind wanders when we’re speaking and I don’t always give her my full attention, and today, I wanted to get in touch with her earlier to tell her I was going to call her a little bit later than our regular time, and I couldn’t get in touch with her, and usually she’s home at that time, and I was already triaging because, the last time I couldn’t get in touch with her at a time when we had set, she was on the floor, incapacitated, and the door had to be broken down so that she could be brought to the hospital … and just the thought of her mortality — my mother is older, my mother is now 75, and when I thought, ‘Wow, she could really, she could, she could die today, she could, she could be gone today, and then I connected with her through FaceTime, and I was like, ‘Mom, hiii,’ you know, and I had a very different, warm response to her, right, and the same thing happens for myself when I recognize my mortal-ness. When I came back from that seminar, which was about probably a year and a half ago now, one of the things that he said that really stuck with me was how people wake up in the morning kind of like cursing the day, and that’s something that I would do, because, as you might be aware, I am not a morning person. And I would wake up being like, ‘Fuck, ughhhhh, I’m awake, fawwwk, I don’t wanna be awake, I want more sleep, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.’ And I realized what an absurd way that was to enter my day, if I would like to cultivate happiness in my life. And so now, I wake up, and even if it’s earlier than I want to, even if my first conscious thought is, ‘Shit!’ At— right after that, I go [big intake of breath] and I stretch out my arms and legs and I go, ‘ALIVE! ALIVE! THANK YOU THANK YOU Thank you for this healthy body, thank you for the sunlight streaming through my curtains, thank you for this day, I’m alive, I’m alive.’ Because truly I always want more life. I always want another day. Even at the moment where I— when I was thirteen or something held a knife to my … […] my wrist. I still couldn’t conceive of really not wanting another day. And that gratitude practice has shifted the timbre of my days.” – Lila


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11. shower-head: horizontal with a primo villan

In this episode, I lie down with my housemate Rene. Rene is the most genuinely enthusiastic person I have ever known. When I first met him, I didn’t trust him. I thought, “Is this guy for real? Is he really this happy?” He is! It’s incredible.

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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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