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15. friend death: quickie with lila

in episodes, quickies on 21/08/17


15. friend death: quickie with lila

In this quickie episode, recorded live at my podcast launch pajama party on May 21st, 2017, I lie down with my friend Becca and tell her a story. That series of recordings from the party comprise the first installment of my ongoing series Horizontal Storytelling. We recorded at Hacienda Studio, our sex-positive event space in Bushwick, Brooklyn.

“One night we were walking in Williamsburg and he said, ‘I cannot do this with you, because it’s as though I have a broken leg and I could … I could lean on you for a while, put the crutches aside, and we could walk a while together, but, at some point, I’d become too heavy for you and you would leave me, and I would have no crutches, and I would have no you… And I protested and said that’s not what I would do, but. It very well might have been, I just didn’t get the chance to see if that’s what would have happened, because he broke up with me.”

– Lila



horizontal with lila is the podcast about intimacy (sex, love, and relationships of all kinds) that’s entirely recorded while lying down. At the end of every episode, in a nod to bedtime stories — another horizontal tradition — I ask my guest to tell me a story.

This quickie episode of horizontal was recorded live at my launch party on May 21st, 2017, at Hacienda Studio, the sex-positive event space in Bushwick, Brooklyn. It was the pilot event (with a little extra launch-day snazziness) for a series I’ll be hosting called Horizontal Storytelling. Instead of a long-form conversation, the horizontal storytellers lie down with me and tell me a single tale, while wearing robes. Naturally.

I will not turn away other forms of pajamas, but robes are always preferable.

Guests can choose a story about anything that relates to the topic of intimacy — it can be hilarious, ridiculous, grief-stricken, transcendent, glorious, conflicting, or sweet. The only thing I ask is that they feel compelled to tell it.

Later, I release these stories as short, stand-alone episodes, or, quickies.

When it came time to tell my own story, I asked for a volunteer from the audience, and, at first, no one raised their hand! “No one?!” I asked incredulously. To be fair, they didn’t know exactly what they were volunteering for when I said, “Can I have a volunteer to lie down with me?” They were probably scared that I’d put them on the spot and insist on a story, now that they’d assumed the position. At the end of the night, I did actually ask if any brave souls would like to jump in bed and tell a spontaneous tale, but, surprisingly to me, no one wanted to. (If I were in the audience, I would have spent the whole night thinking of the stories that I had to tell. And if the host invited, I’d be raising my hand like when I was in fifth grade. Hard. Insistently.) After a few seconds, four or five people did volunteer, and I invited Becca, my former AcroYoga co-teacher and longtime friend. What I didn’t consciously realize until I was well into my story was that I’d introduced Becca to Patrick years ago. She helped him. She treated him. She gave him Medical Qigong (energy medicine). She had actually played a part in the story. That moved me tremendously.

I don’t have many requirements when I choose a guest for horizontal. I don’t need my guests to be well-known. I don’t care if they’re in the process of marketing something, although it’s all right if they are. I don’t need them to have specific achievements, or a “brand” or a “following.” My requirements are 1) Do I find them fascinating? and 2) Do I want to lie down next to them? There are some people I find fascinating whom I wouldn’t want to share a pillow with. (However, usually, if I’m willing to lie down next to someone, I probably find them at least a little bit fascinating.)

Setting the scene: Guests at my podcast launch pajama party enjoyed reiki, massage, empathy sessions, and cookies with an array of milk options upon arrival. (I told you it was snazzy.) After a brief cuddling tutorial from my housemate Tiger, a professional Cuddlist, fifty people in kimonos, flannels, onesies, and short-shorts got horizontal and snuggly on an enormous Megabed the size of three king mattresses put together, while, on a bed-island across the room, Becca and I arranged ourselves as we would for any horizontal recording session — lying on our backs, almost ear-to-ear, sharing a pillow, microphones hanging down above us, with a starry blanket as our backdrop…

Since I am my own guest for this episode, I’m going to switch to third person and try to introduce myself like I’ve introduced my other guests. It’s a little odd to write your own bio — though actors are used to it — but it’s actually a very interesting thought exercise. (It’s also delightful to write an Anti-Bio, with the express purpose of revealing all the things that one wouldn’t want be printed in a Playbill, but I’ll leave that for another time.)


 

Portrait by Constance & Eric Photography as part of their Sexuality Superheroes series. Taken at the Argosy bookstore. The oldest independent bookstore in NYC, the Argosy is owned by the family of a friend. As a holdover from his grandfather’s more genteel time, it has a sexuality section, but it is marked … Curiosa!

In this episode, I lie down with Lila Donnolo. Lila is the host of horizontal with lila, a new podcast about intimacy.

Lila is quite serious about aesthetics and costuming, and so all of her episodes are recorded while lying down, wearing robes.

horizontal is a top 25 podcast in Sexuality, a 5-star podcast on iTunes, and has had 20,000 downloads since it’s launch a few months back. In horizontal, Lila turns the interview genre on its ear by making each episode more of a conversation, revealing her own stories and sharing her own intimacies. She believes that as she makes “private conversations public, intimacy becomes contagious.”

Lila has a BFA with Honors in Drama from NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts / Experimental Theatre Wing. As a theatre actress, her main interest is in immersive theatre—

 

immersive theatre (noun) = a type of performance that allows the audience unparalleled opportunities to interact directly with performers, sometimes in very close quarters, oftentimes affecting the narrative through their responses, cultivating a near-magical opportunity for the audience to feel as though they are participants, totally immersed in the world (or worlds) of the play.

 

— and she originated the role of Piper Pilfer in Woodshed Collective‘s New York Times-lauded, critically-acclaimed immersive experience for four audience members, Empire Travel Agency.

Lila is a yoga teacher and a bodyworker. You can find her teaching at Crunch gyms and the Manhattan Plaza Health Club in New York City. For more information about private sessions and bodywork, email divineplayyoga@gmail.com

She is about to embark on a cross-country podcast recording tour in the fall of 2017. If you’d like her to visit your city, or know someone who would be an excellent horizontal guest, contact her here!

This quickie is about a best friend, a road trip, several fiances, a suicide, and a breakup.


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

 

[1:08]  Recorded live at podcast launch pajama party

[2:17]  Meeting my best friend. Watching Dangerous Beauty still a favorite film, about a sixteenth-century courtesan, based on a true story.

[3:00]  Becoming roommates in a Greenpoint railroad apartment.

[3:27]  “We were in our early 20s and we used to joke that being in our early 20s was about seeing each other be good in bad plays, and overhearing each other have sex.” – Lila

[3:50]  Lila on siblings.

[5:06]  “She was always in love. She was always finding ‘the one,’ but didn’t recognize, you know, after ten ‘the ones,’ this one is not the one either.” – Lila

[5:20]  Our cross-country road trip.

[5:57]  “She couldn’t stand — I realized much, much later — whenever I was the shiny one. She was the shiny one. She was the one wearing glitter and, you know, being cute, and I was the one who had to tell the guys to go away. That was my role in our relationship, which I don’t enjoy because I like being shiny myself.” – Lila

[6:30]  How paying for the trip affected our relationship.

[7:00]  Meeting her fiance. (Three or four fiances ago.)

[7:24]  Traveling for a year, burned out.

[8:10]  What happened when she convinced me to visit her in Bend while I was burned out.

[8:55]  Picking up her wedding dress from her ex-boyfriend’s cabin.

[9:45]  Meeting Patrick on Nerve.

[10:23]  What afflicted Patrick.

[14:05]  “And when I reached out to him, feeling the most, he called it ‘newborn baby fawn raw,’ just so … un-worthwhile and depleted and disappointed in myself and exhausted and he wrote me the most incredible email — he talked with me on the phone, and then he wrote me this incredible email, and at the end he said, ‘You are wonderful and you will remember it. Soon.’” – Lila

Hi Lila,

I want to fully reply to your beautifully honest message, but first I just want to say a few things.
Yes, we can cut to the bone of things. And you can always do that with me.I’m so glad you’ve traveled and immersed yourself in Acroyoga as well as more acting—
and I’m sorry you feel lost, anxious, depressed. And I can relate.But today I had a mini breakthrough about an old relationship that I was letting affect my health and serenity, and the agitation dropped about about 75% and not surprisingly my health is starting back up….(And it started with an end to blaming myself for not “handling things better.” It began with self love.

I say this because:
1. You know WONDERFUL LILA that you are not being kind to yourself during a time when you NEED AS MUCH TLC, FRIENDSHIP, SUPPORT AND CARE that you can get. Can you forgive yourself for this? Sometimes it’s hard to love ourselves and that’s when we need to reach out. Congratulations.
I say reach out to every kind friend you have. Call in the fucking troops. I’m in a space where I need some of that myself.

Can you forgive yourself for being “lost” which to me just means you are in transition? That we are not always 100% directed and on an upward incline of success (an impossibility and very western concept)…..can you recognize THE AMAZING THINGS YOU HAVE DONE? Acroyoga. Acting. Portland, NYC, traveling….and all the wonderful friends you’ve made? All the people you’ve shared teachings with?
And ultimately that these are only things in the “achievement” column of life. I meditate on a very passionate, focused cave painter from 30,000 b.c. who thought he was the shit in his time, but whose ultimate contribution to the planet was his decaying corpse fed a family of raccoons and his remains nourished a dandelion patch. 🙂 Cave collapsed and his paintings are lost. This helps me not take myself too seriously.

2. It’s ok to be lost. It’s ok to be depressed and anxious. You are wise for reaching out.
Your body and Lila self—you are always beautiful and any man would be lucky to date you whether or not your feeling challenged or not.
We (especially us type A NYC types) are our own worst critics. When I was 23 I was depressed and miserable because I was in Prague and my fiction was going nowhere and my older girlfriend was becoming a local “it” artist and I I wish I could go back to that kid and say…..”You were 23, healthy and in Prague….hell, that’s all you need to do. Just be where you are and perhaps you’ll realize how amazing it all is. Why do you have to add extra pressure? You can be depressed, you can be anxious and sad, but please don’t add to it by blaming yourself for not being happy or ‘a success’ whatever that is”

In sum…please start by knowing that reaching out is powerful self love. Congratulations.

When we’re in pain, our healthy habits suffer. So if you’re eating ice cream or whatever—maybe that’s what you need to do for right now,
and the less you criticize yourself for it, the sooner you will lose the need for that habit.

Be lost for now. “Dissolution is needed for new growth.”
You are in transition….
Maybe you need to let go of the need to be “directed” and “passionate” for right now and just focus on
doing things that make you feel good, feel loved on a daily basis.

My friend was really down the rabbit hole with drinking and drugs after her ex broke up with her and she left NYC for Portland,
and we talked all during that time. And during that time it was her job to be a mess. And now, she’s bounced back and doing
80% better. And we talk about how she is frustrated with herself for not being ready to forgive her ex…..but she will get there.

You remind me of her.
Vibrant, beautiful women…even if you don’t feel it right now. It’s just your mind.

Finally, I spent two years in the Seattle and I can’t tell you how the rain and overcast got to me. I developed this CFS thing there.
I think the NW is a hard place for many people. I know now I’m very sensitive to mold and so Winter in the NW was
about as wrong as wrong could be for me……..

More soon.
You are wonderful….you will remember it and feel it. Soon.

Patrick

 

[14:50]  Facebook post, “Patrick Kelly is grateful. So grateful.” I wrote, “And loved, also loved.” A few days later, notification of another comment on the thread: RIP.

[16:04]  “How do you find out if someone has died?” – Lila

[16:48]  The phone conversation I had with my best friend after I called the coroner’s office.

[18:00]  “Lila, he’s dead. And if you were meant to be together, he wouldn’t be.”

[19:56]  “I want to know — what’s the word for breakup, when it’s with a friend.” – Lila

[20:32]  When my mom was in the ICU and she was supposed to drive me to the airport.

[21:08]  

Becca:  Maybe more death than breakup.

Lila:  Friend death. That’s what it is.

Becca:  That it’s harder to grieve for someone who’s still alive.

 


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15. friend death: quickie with lila

In this quickie episode, recorded live at my podcast launch pajama party on May 21st, 2017, I lie down with my friend Becca and tell her a story. That series of recordings from the party comprise the first installment of my ongoing series Horizontal Storytelling. We recorded at Hacienda Studio, our sex-positive event space in Bushwick, Brooklyn.

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Dear One, I hope this makes you laugh as much as Dear One,

I hope this makes you laugh as much as it made me laugh. 

Laughter in the midst of grief is so good. As good as tears. Different sides of the same emotional release.

My dear friend & brilliant psychiatrist-writer, writer-psychiatrist Dr. Owen Muir, called to check in on me. We joked about my plan to write a scathing critique of this looks-so-nice-from-the-outside, for-profit Assisted Living facility my mom had been living in for a year. (This is not a joke.) 

Owen suggested I write a scathing critique of everything, and then used the phrase “the terrible consumer experience that is death.” 

He said I should write it. I said he should write it. 

So he called me and we recorded it. Together.
Because this is what we do. 

Big Love,
Lila

To listen to the 7 minute recording, tap the Substack link in my bio, or type this link into your browser: horizontalwithlila.substack.com
My new friend @latonya.sunshine78 , a visual artis My new friend @latonya.sunshine78 , a visual artist and educator whose work I *deeply* admire, gave an Artist’s Talk on Friday at the conclusion of her @floridarama.art exhibition, and I got the chance to see it, and hear her speak passionately, eloquently, humorously, lovingly, about her art and the process of making these large-scale mixed media collage works that, for lack of a better art-world term, I personally think of as Very Mixed Media.

If you swipe through to the last slide, you will see the very first time I caught glimpse of her work, long before I know who the artist was, weeks before the exhibition opening, when it had likely just been hung up, and I brought @mrghyseye to experience the immersive exhibit at FloridaRAMA and we both fell in love with the respective pieces behind us. We thought we matched the pieces so well, in both vibe & style, that we had best selfie with them!

And since I follow FloridaRAMA so closely here on IG, when I saw that the official exhibition opening was happening, I made it my business to get there, on my @radpowerbikes @stpeteradpowerbikes ebike, in my ball gown skirt. I brought two Toastmasters friends, Lena & Steve, along.

You can see from the second photo that I was so moved by Latonya’s work and beautiful energy, that I spontaneously Kissed Her Hands (!!!) Later I was a tid bit embarrassed, like ‘really Lila? She does not know you!’

But she does now. And I can tell you that Latonya is a source of unending inspiration, just by being who she is, and working the way she works.

I was deeply moved by the way she weaves objects, and memory, into a visual tapestry, and the way she listens to the objects until they Tell her how they want to be incorporated, so moved, in fact, that I brought her something back from my father’s funeral, and from his dilapidated house. I will be honored if those memories make their way into a tapestry of hers.

Recently I heard this quote. (Do you know who said it?) 

“Use your suffering. Don’t waste it.

I promise I will use it. I promise not to waste it. It will make its way into all of my art, of every medium. And maybe, it will make its way into the art of others, as well.

❤️‍🩹
I’m recovering from a speech heartbreak. I gave I’m recovering from a speech heartbreak. I gave the most beautiful speech of my life last week. It was about my parents, my father’s sudden death, my love, the love of my life. And it is gone because I forgot to turn on my microphone! 

It’s not completely gone. I did find an app transcription service that can read lips. So I have the transcript, but I am devastated to not have the video as I thought it was going to be something I would send to the @ted curators to follow up on my finalist win in 2021. I was going to send it to X, Y, Z… ( And @imranamed )

And the ephemerality of this is really with me. Sometimes creativity, even visionary creativity is a mandala. 

If you’ve ever seen the monks with the sand, pouring a mandala, they put such meticulous precision, such effort, such focus into it. And when they are finished, they gaze upon it… and they sweep it away. Somebody said that my speech last week was a mandala, and I was like, “Yes! I know!” 

Many people have said, “If you can do it once, you can do it again. And I know that this is true. 

As a person who has been creative my entire life, I know that this is true.

{To WATCH the whole speech or READ the full transcript, go to: 

horizontalwithlila dot substack dot com

Or click the link in my bio, bb}

And then go out and make some art.
“Fashion” I think I’m gonna need to add a B “Fashion”

I think I’m gonna need to add a Bowie album or two to my burgeoning collection… 

Which ones are your favorite? Let a girl know in the comments.

Art by @mollymcclureart 
Leggings by @l.o.m_design 
Vampira lipstick by @thekatvond 
Sneaks by @adidas 
Photo by @samia.mounts
Here’s how it starts: Dear Young Man I Dated in Here’s how it starts:

Dear Young Man I Dated in 2016,

I have something very important to say to you, and it isn’t ‘I told you so.’

It is this:

Politics are about people and the planet.

Every single political issue is about people, or the planet. 

Politics do not equal some ideological, intangible thing. “Politics” are real things with real consequences to real people. Probably people that you know. Probably people that you love.

When you say, “I’m not political,” what I hear is, “I do not actually care about people other than (a handful of) the ones I know personally.”

To read the whole letter, tap my Substack link in bio.
Brought my mom to @floridarama.art for the first t Brought my mom to @floridarama.art for the first time so she could experience something different than the view from her couch, and she “didn’t like it”? It was “esquisito”?

#okboomer 

BeforeI went up to NY for the funeral, I did wind up telling her that my father died. I was worried she would be devastated and she would develop what they call “increased mental state,” but that wasn’t the case. Mostly she was just sad for me. 

I’m not sure if she now remembers that it happened.

To be honest, sometimes I don’t exactly remember that it happened. I have his wedding ring and his glasses and the prayer card on my nightstand but still it’s sometimes unreal.

I don’t want to bring it up all the time, but I do like having physical reminders. 

And though I don’t want to wear all black all the time for months on end to show that I’m in mourning, it feels good to put on my morning armband… even, and maybe especially, because it’s just a little bit too tight. So I really know it’s there.

Because the grief is always there even when I’ve forgotten about it.

So is joy.

Hold your people close and tell them, 
if you love them, 
tell them.

#mourning #arttherapy #floridarama
A poem of grief and wonder-ing that I wrote years A poem of grief and wonder-ing that I wrote years ago, and could have written yesterday.

You can read the whole piece on my Substack (with proper syntax). 

Substack is where I put my tenderest thoughts and deepest writing. If you want to, you can become my patron there. This would move me very much.

Link in my bio.

#grief #griefislove
Went to my father’s funeral, but couldn’t wear Went to my father’s funeral, but couldn’t wear black *all* weekend.

Dreamy roses are red @selkie tournure skirt giving me life. Fascinator by @babeyond_official
Are you a member of the Dead Dads Club? Only two Are you a member of the Dead Dads Club?

Only two criteria for membership!

Any Dad will do. Stepdads, Granddads, Poor Dads, Rich Dads, Fun Dads, Un-Dads.

But for real.

I thought for sure my Mom would go first. I mean, I moved to Florida because she has dementia and she is dying.

“Plot twist,” somebody said.

That’s funny.

I actually mean that. I’m just too tired to laugh today. It takes too many muscles.

My mom is in an assisted living facility, on Hospice Care, can no longer stand up from a seated position on her own, and is worried about the stuffed cats we gave her possibly being dead because they ‘have a soul and they used to meow and now they stopped.’

The staff has been putting down food and water for them and every time I drop by the stuffed cats — and the food — are in a different place in the apartment. So that’s good. They’re still alive, you know. And the facility is still keeping her. Alive, you know. And putting down real food for her stuffed cats.

“What’s the harm?” they said. 

No harm, I say. She wasn’t going to eat that, anyway.

To read the entire essay, to subscribe, or to become s paid subscriber and be part of my art, follow the Substack link in my bio 

horizontalwithlila dot substack dot com

#deaddadsclub #deaddad #grieving #sickmom
Try not to forget, okay? Belt @l.o.m_design Bow Try not to forget, okay?

Belt @l.o.m_design 
Bow @riskgalleryboutique 
Earrings @artpoolgallery 
Top @forloveandlemons 
Photo @samia.mounts 
Art @verticalventures
I never wanted a child. So the universe gave me I never wanted a child. 

So the universe gave me an 84 year-old one. 

We are the playthings of the gods.

I have cleaned up her urine. I have cleaned up her shit. I have changed her soiled diaper. I have used a q-tip to put medicine in tender places that I never wished to see, because there was no one else to do it.

What’s that they call it in the Bible? Smiting? God smote him? Smited him? Smit him? In my bitterer moments, it does feel as though I’ve been smote. In my better moments, it’s simply the part of my story where Timon & Pumbaa sing the “CIRRRRCLE of LIIIIIIFE.”

{You can read the rest of the essay on my Substack. Link in my bio. Thank you for being a witness.}
I’ve just learned that today is International Me I’ve just learned that today is International Mermaid Day!

Thanks @jujubumble 

📸 @wildartistryphotography 
💄 @mrghyseye 
✨ Me
📖 Gift from @kristianndances 

#internationalmermaidday
My Mom is dying. Fasc!sm is on the rise. A small g My Mom is dying. Fasc!sm is on the rise. A small group of evil corporate overlords is trying to Handmaid’s Tale us. My brilliant, funny friend @synchlayer died of bladder cancer at age 49.

I’m out here buying pretty things on the internet. 

I have no regerts.

This will be an essay mostly in photos. I am very, very tired. 

February was: 

setting up temporary-house in FL

gathering 95% of my possessions from 4 places in NY (thanks Kenneth, Deniz, Marghe, Owen!) and two places in Los Angeles (Thanks Adam M. & Samia!) 

driving a 12-foot box truck from NY to Baltimore to Savannah to FL (mostly with Jon! thanks Jon!)

shortly thereafter, flying to L.A. and, while packing up, the remaining 17% of my possessions, managing to see as many people I love as humanly possible (for someone who is slightly manic and rather time-optimistic) — which is, honestly, rather a lot of people, if I do pat myself on the back… myself— and then rushing back to St. Pete (thank you friend for flying me home; you know who you are) because mom went into the hospital again…

FOR THE REST OF THE ESSAY, TAP THE SUBSTACK LINK IN MY BIO, bb. 💋 💋
Proud to Protest today.
Falling more in 🩷🧡💛🩵💙 with St. Pete!

Happy International Women’s Day. 

May each of us born to a woman, 
raised by a woman, 
nurtured by a woman, &
 f*cked by a woman 

CHOOSE to SHOW WOMEN the RESPECT and CARE that we deserve.

#internationalwomensday2025 #stpete #resist
“What a year January has been. 

My dear friend’s sister died by su!c!de. My dear friend lost his home in Altadena and had to evacuate the fire with his family, including his 92 year-old grandmother. My dear friend is dying of cancer in New York. (In his 40s.) The br*ligarchy rears, fasc!sm festers, and every tr@ns person, woman, and human with even mildly uncertain imm!gration status in the United States is, rightly, terrified. 

Here in Florida, my mom fell on her face right in front of me at church last week, on the threshold of the ladies room (busting her upper lip) and had to go to the E.R. where her CAT scan and her hand xrays came back negative but it turns out she has…..”

You can read the whole piece on my Substack- link in my bio!
In March, 2019, my friend @stevenmdean (remember h In March, 2019, my friend @stevenmdean (remember him from horizontal with lila episodes 82. 200 dating profiles, & 83. you do not have voting rights in this startup relationship?) teamed up with an experience designer to create an event they dubbed The Love Immersive, a “10-hour exploratorium-style foray into the 5 love languages.”

In Steve’s words: 

“I teamed up to architect a choose-your-own-adventure interactive journey through the languages of love. 
Spanning every floor of a sprawling 6-story arthouse in the heart of New York City, and co-produced by the creative arts group Moontribe, Love Immersive attracted over 450 attendees who came to explore love through the nuanced dimensions of touch, words, service, quality time, gifts, and more. 

We invited over 50 volunteers and practitioners of different love languages to showcase their creative capabilities in an evening of self-discovery, secret missions, hidden rooms, wandering wizards, art installations, and live music.“

I was one of the 50. 
They gave me a closet. 
A closet.
This is not lost on me.

That was all the space they had left, apparently. And I was determined to make good use of it. I turned it into a cozy nesting pod with blankets and pillows and two sets of listening devices, and I recorded this 11-minute meditation for anyone who stopped in, so that they could take a break from the glorious menagerie for a few minutes. And reset.

In the closet.

#immersiveexperience 

LISTEN ON SUBSTACK! Link in my bio!
Busy? Low on bandwidth? No time to read the whole Busy? Low on bandwidth? No time to read the whole piece?

TL,DR: Don’t ask. OFFER.

Don’t ask. Offer.

Honestly though, the whole piece is worth reading, and, of you’re grieving, sharing with those who ask you if there’s ‘anything’ they can do.

Link to my Substack in my bio.

I love you.
I grieve with you.
I love you.
Think of this as a candy conversation heart that s Think of this as a candy conversation heart that says “READ ME”.

“Annie Lalla, the love coach I would trust with my love life, who explains the unexplainable in ways that break open my head and my heart, once told me of smuggling love. Some people do not demonstrate love in ways that we at first recognize as love. She spoke of becoming a Detective on the Case of Love, noticing where a partner might be smuggling morsels of it. Refilling your water glass while you’re busy writing, perhaps. Going out to the car early to defrost it before you get in. Things like that, and things far less legible.

When I first courted her for a couple of episodes of horizontal with lila, I asked, “How do I smuggle love?” She replied immediately that I don’t seem to smuggle at all; I just come right out with it. Make like confetti. Festoon a person. She said loads of people are more reserved than I am because they believe compliments, effusiveness, and praise, once offered, lower their social status. She said I don’t care much about that, because it’s more important to me to let the person know.

Let the people know.

We are all going to die. And it seems like most of the time, it will be a surprise when. What does status matter, really? Really really.

The fact that I will express my love with a freeness is a thing I love about myself even when I don’t love myself.

So sure, I don’t need a holiday to express my love — which is one of the main annoyances I hear bandied about near February 14th — “I don’t need a holiday to tell me to tell my wife I love her!”

Okay. But setting aside a day for a thing can certainly help, right?

Atonement.

Independence.

Rights.

Holocaust remembrance.

If anything, Valentine’s offers us that cultural pause in the middle of an unfavorite month, a will-we-make-it-through-the-winter, hope-our-stores-last, do-we-have-enough firewood, dear-God-don’t-let-me-freeze-to-death month that says, in candy-colored suspended animation:

Think about love, will you?

What kind do you have?

What kind do you want?

And:

Now what do you want to do about that, sweetheart?”

Read the whole piece on my Substack, darling. Link in my bio.

P.S. I love you.
Read this if you love me: “february, the month Read this if you love me: 

“february, the month you’re supposed to be in love”

https://open.substack.com/pub/horizontalwithlila/p/february-the-month-youre-supposed?r=m6nsi&utm_medium=ios
“This has been a terrible no good very bad super “This has been a terrible no good very bad super sucky year. For moi. (You too?) 

Would not recommend. 
Would not wish on anyone.

Back in Florida. Mother descending into dementia and decrepitude. 

Don’t want to do the things. I am the only person to do the things.

Almost the entirety of 2024 has been an adulting montage. Or rather, for accuracy’s sake, the first three-quarters of the year was a months-long ordeal which Joseph Campbell of The Hero’s Journey might dub the REFUSAL OF THE CALL.

I am firmly in the montage now, though, for sure. How long will it last? Who knows. Montages are interminable for the person living them. That’s why we speed them up in the movies.

So I juuuust entered the montage 2 months ago. Basically when I got out of bed. There was a lot of bed. See: Refusal of the Call.

This is sort of a MVE, a Minimum Viable Essay. I haven’t written in 10 months. A list is the first thing I’ve mustered, and I’m very glad I’ve mustered it because it means I’m back. English is so confusing, isn’t it? Mustered. Mustard. Tomato. Tomato.

Anyhoodle! Without further ado, I present you with an exhaustive yet incomplete list of Things I Learned (in 2024) that I Really Never Wanted to Learn and Didn’t Really Want to Know:

[Go to the Substack link in bio to read about the 24 things!]
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