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19. pet yourself: horizontal with a sensualist

in episodes on 18/09/17

Anya, tied and shot by Kanan.


19. pet yourself: horizontal with a sensualist

In this episode of horizontal, I lie down with Jackie, aka Anya or, Anyalita. Jackie is a Shibari aficionado – a rope artist. You can follow her adventures in surrender on theropediary.tumblr.com and on Instagram as Anyalita. On The Rope Diary, she introduces herself as “a rope and bondage enthusiast, a sadomasochist, a sensualist, and a switch.”

Lila:  So, growing up, you actually had a model for an ideal relationship — you looked at your parents and you thought, “That looks good. They look happy.”

Jackie:  Absolutely. Even now, when I’m surrounded by all these alternative relationship styles, it is difficult for me to imagine not being in something … family-related, a platonic relationship type thing like that.

Lila:  What do you mean?

Jackie:  I mean that, I now see all of these different ways to have relationships, but when I think about what I want, I cannot deny the influence of a functional, happy family.

Lila:  Yes.

Jackie:  So I see that and I think that I do, to some extent, want what I saw them having. Which is, what I assumed and still assume to be a happy marriage, in a house that they shared, with family.

Lila:  Yeah. Does it now expand to include an idea that you could have that and other lovers or, and other partners in the house, or, nontraditional—

Jackie: Yeah… So my thing is that I’m not — I don’t think of myself as poly enough for the poly kids but I’m not monogamous enough for the monogamous kids. So I imagine having one stable partner, like my parents did, but unlike my parents, I also imagine continuing to do things that involve intimacy with other people, like rope or, parties, or things like that. Not necessarily that I want many serious relationships — ‘cause I don’t — I just want access to other people.

Lila:  In some kind of intimate way.

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Lila:  But until I read An Unquiet Mind I didn’t talk to anybody about it, I didn’t know anybody else who had it, and I would kind of pretend that it wasn’t the case, but I did observe my mom to have her “up” times, and … you know, I don’t know what else to call, you know, going to the dollar store and going on a shopping spree — of, you know, buying fifty th- little things, from, from the dollar store.

Jackie:  Right, so she’s not able to self-identify her own manic episodes, but you saw them to be there.

Lila:  … possibly. I think she hasn’t had one in quite a long time. And she’s been stable-ish, but veering on the depressive border. And lately it’s been, it’s been really bad, she’s been getting up and going back to bed … for much of the day and she knows that she needs to go dancing — ‘cause ballroom dancing is her good medicine. She knows she needs to go to the YMCA and to swim and she knows all these things that she can do that bring her joy. She can’t bring herself to do them. So she is in a position right now where her medication is not … it’s not balanced. The, the cocktail isn’t the right mixture. It’s not the right amount of things. Or. Something is interacting with something else in a way that is not allowing her to remain … even? And … there’s nothing I can do.



In this episode of horizontal, I lie down with Jackie, aka Anya or, Anyalita.

Anya is a Shibari aficionado — a rope artist. You can follow her adventures in surrender on theropediary.tumblr.com and on Instagram as Anyalita. On The Rope Diary, she introduces herself as “a rope and bondage enthusiast, a sadomasochist, a sensualist, and a switch.”

She is also a sex tools educator who works at Babeland, a queer-owned, lady-friendly sex toy shop. I have great love in my heart for Babeland, as it was the first sex shop I ever felt comfortable in.

When we recorded, she had a cold, so she sounds rather snuffly. But I don’t think you’ll mind.

In the first half of this episode, we talk about happy parents, unhappy parents, depression, self-soothing, and a first kiss with a kitchen boy.

Come lie down with us.


Links to Things:

theropediary.tumblr.com, Anya’s blog

instagram.com/anyalita, Anya’s just-the-photos

Babeland, the finest sex tool store in all the land

nJoy stainless steel dildos and other stainless steel wonders

An Unquiet Mind, Kay Redfield Jamison’s memoir about having mental illness while treating mental illness

Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, an alternative to psychotherapy

The 5 Love Languages Quiz, information I’ve found very useful for relationshipping


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

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[7:03]

Jackie:  Well now they’re getting older and my mom is … unhappy … almost … pathologically, like, she’s sad.

Lila:  Mine too.

Jackie:  And … my dad is … successful. Very very successful. He gets offers to travel all the time. And he does. And things are difficult between them, now. And I was always much more able to see my parents as people than my sister was, so, if they did split up or, you know like … the possibility is not foreign to me, but, it was just very different, the idea that something that seemed very functional when I was younger is now no longer as functional as it was.

[7:58]  What made their relationship take a downturn?

Lila:  Do you — can you pinpoint a turning … a shifting point?

Jackie:  Well I can’t tell if it has to do with circumstance, or if it’s just like the natural progression of, of my mother’s, and I’m sure my, like mental states, right? Like she’s unhappy and I don’t know if it’s because of life or if it’s because of him or if it’s because of … brain chemistry, or if it’s a combination of all of them, which I’m sure it is.

Lila:  Do you know if she’s considered clinically depressed?

Jackie:  (immediately) Oh she is, we all are. (laughs)

Lila:  Including your father?

Jackie:  Ok, so, everyone in my family has like some level of serotonin deficiency, but it is most aggressive in my mother and in me.

Lila:  Yeah.

Jackie:  Um, we are very very similar and, people take Zoloft in my family like it’s a vitamin, so we call it Vitamin Z. (both laugh) And, um, although me and my mom both switched to other ones, Lexapro and Celexa, just to see if it would offset some side effects, which it did not, for either of us.

Lila:  The same side effects?

Jackie:  Similar genre, different side effects. Sexual in nature but not, the same the same sexual thing.

Lila:  Did it inhibit your libido?

Jackie:  Um, it did not. It did not, um. For me, it’s just very, very hard to come. But, I don’t know if that’s the medicine’s fault, because I’ve been on the medications longer than I’ve been sexually active.

[9:37]  When did orgasms come into Jackie’s life?

[12:15]  Lila’s mother’s diagnosis.

[13:00]  An Unquiet Mind, by Kay Redfield Jamison, the book that taught Lila about her mother’s mental illness.

[15:18]  How did Jackie gather the tools to deal with mental health struggles?

[16:08]  Jackie:  Now, when my mother tells me very sad things about how she feels, which she does because we think very much alike and have a connection that’s unique, I’m able to understand that she’s not trying to … burden me with this information, but I am a person who will understand, and while it makes me sad, I know that it’s not my fault. And I know that she won’t do anything drastic.

[17:06]  Lithium and Lila’s mom. The story of the accidental overdose and learning Portuguese.

[21:05]

Jackie:  That’s what happens. You grow up and you grow down again. It’s a sad truth of the human brain.

Lila:  I wonder if it really has to be that way. There’s the guy who studied all the octogenarians and, and older — the healthy ones — and they just kind of decided that they weren’t gonna feel old, basically, they just decided they would just continue to do the things—

Jackie:  Right well, if you don’t degenerate — if you don’t get Alzheimer’s or Parkinson’s or dementia, then you get to keep your languages. But not everybody— gets that—

[21:54]  Lila’s brief experience taking Zoloft and the reason she resists medication for her sadness.

[23:30]  Jackie:  I was very angry, I was very aggressive, I was quite impulsive, and I was uh, compulsive, obsessive, you know, things like that, but I created systems for myself as a child, and trained my brain to work differently when things were really bothering me, like, when I was in elementary school, I would be obsessively betting that I could cross a tree or a sidewalk square before a car passed. And I would do this obsessively over and over and over again and I recognized it was getting in the way of my life and it was— bothering me, so I created a mantra, which was “It’s not time for bets; it’s not time for promises,” and whenever I started to move into this obsessive place in my mind, I would say the mantra until I moved out of it, which I now know is called cognitive behavioral therapy, but I would make these systems for myself as a kid to try and train my brain out of the things I didn’t want it to be doing, which I still do.

[24:51]  How Jackie uses a similar technique now when she’s worst-case-scenario-ing.

[28:12]  Jackie and Lila both have a habit of tactile self-soothing.

Lila: We talked about— the other day about— sooth— how we both soothe ourselves—

Jackie: Oh yeah, this tactile, like, nail caressing type of business, on the collarbone.

Lila:  You said that you caress your collarbone, I find myself …

Jackie:  Or my arm, inside of my arm.

Lila:  Yes.

Jackie:  My chest.

Lila:  Yes.

Jackie:  My hips. The side of my waist is a good, nice, sensitive place. I’m a very tactile person. Very sensory in general.

Lila:  And I only recently realized that it was something I was doing to soothe myself. And I experimented in a […] meeting […] I experimented with staying very still as I was listening to people. Because I didn’t want it to be a tic or something I couldn’t do without. And I could certainly do it, I can sit still, I meditate, and I sit still. But—

Jackie:  Or you could pet yourself.

Lila:  … yeah.

Jackie:  Why would you not?!

Lila:  Exactly, and that was the conclusion I came to was that I didn’t need to rid myself of this very simple medicine … that helps me. I think that I have been looking for ways throughout my whole life to deal with the anxiety that was present in my household because of my mother, and the anxiety that is very likely genetically embedded in me. And this is one of the ways I have found that is so innocuous. You know, so what if I’m tracing my hand along, along the inside of my arm or, you know, touching my necklace or touching my earring or—

Jackie:  When I was a baby my mother and my father could not get me to shut up I was crying and crying and crying and some old lady walked up to them and was like, (crone voice)  “May I?” (Lila laughs) I assume, I assume. And then took me and just ran her fingers along the inside of my arm and I shut right up! So they learned very early on that I am extremely responsive to physical affection and I got back rubs all the time, ‘cause my mom was also a professional massage therapist at one point. I got back rubs every night to go to bed. It was a very snuggly family, lots of cuddles, puppy piles we call it, when we all pile on the bed. Lots of caressing, and so I’ve always been like that.

[30:49]  Jackie’s love language is physical touch. (Mirelle and I spoke more extensively about love languages in episode 1!)

[31:41]  Will Jackie date someone who has depression?

[32:15]  Jackie:  I like to be the more dysfunctional one in any relationship.

[33:17]  The partner who broke up with Lila for being sad. The way Lila discharges sadness so she doesn’t have to cry.

[36:42]  How did Jackie act as a “confessor” during her prudish years?

[39:01]  Jackie: I was very rule-bound. I made rules for myself. And the rules were: No fucking up in these typical teenage fuckup ways. So I didn’t drink, I didn’t smoke, I didn’t have any boyfriends or anything like that.

[39:18]  Jackie tells Lila a story about orchestrating her first kiss (with a kitchen boy).


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19. pet yourself: horizontal with a sensualist

In this episode of horizontal, I lie down with Jackie, aka Anya or, Anyalita. Jackie is a Shibari aficionado – a rope artist. You can follow her adventures in surrender on theropediary.tumblr.com and on Instagram as Anyalita. On The Rope Diary, she introduces herself as “a rope and bondage enthusiast, a sadomasochist, a sensualist, and a switch.”

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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 

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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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