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32. why we never had sex: horizontal with my dearest high school friend

in episodes on 27/04/18

This is Joe at his wedding.


32. why we never had sex: horizontal with my dearest high school friend

Welcome back to horizontal, the podcast that makes private conversations public, or, in the words of listener ghostheart, “takes you into my bed and lets your ears watch as I unzip intimate conversations.”

Joe:  Being a father is my … is my most … proud accomplishment, more than, being a doctor, more than anything else I’ve ever done. It’s the most important thing to me. If I was not a doctor I would … and, and I was not, you know, sort of, definitively going to be the (favorite word again) primary breadwinner— I’ve always said and I still say, I would be happy being a, a house husband. Raising the kids and keeping the house and doing the cooking and the cleaning and ….. I could be perfectly happy doing that.

Lila:  Do you still see that as a possibility for your life, or, because of the path you’ve chosen, probably not?

Joe:  Because of the path I’ve chosen, almost certainly not. There are … it’s a remote possibility. But … very remote.

Lila:  This being the most important thing to you, have you— mourned the loss of that… dream?

*

Joe:  Do you remember when we used to lay on the floor of the second floor of Building 4?

Lila:  (long pause) Which one was Building 4?

Joe:  Outside of Mr. LaMore’s room? Literary Arts? And Mirinda would hate it, because she was in that— in and out of that room. Aaand, she was not happy that we were friends. (Lila sighs) We would, I mean, not uncommonly, we would just be laying on the floor, just hangin’ out.

Lila:  Oh my God, early horizontal.

Joe:  Early hor— I mean, I’ve been horizontal with Lila since give me a fuckin’ break here, ok? (Lila cracks up)

Lila:  Since the 90s!

Joe:  You’re talking to O.G.

Lila:  (laughs) We would just lie on the floor—

Lila:  — outside of Mr. LaMore’s classroom? Joe:  We would just lie on the floor—

Joe:  — and just kind of, like… lay there, and talk about shit and roll around and, get goofy.



Joe and his greatest accomplishment.

Welcome back to horizontal, the podcast that makes private conversations public, or, in the words of my listener ghostheart, “takes you into my bed and lets your ears watch as I unzip intimate conversations.”

In this episode, I lie down with my closest friend from high school, Joe McCue.

[Full disclosure: he is my only friend from high school. Which is to say, the only friend from my high school — Gibbs High School in St. Petersburg, Florida — who I am still friends with today. Not my only friend in high school. (I had at least two more.) He’s not quite my last friend standing from that time period, because I do have a couple of guys who went to other high schools that I considered my “older brothers” whom I’m still in contact with, but you might say that people from that time in my life are … few and far between.]

Which makes my friendship with Joe all the more precious to me. Joe and I went to an arts magnet school at Gibbs, called Pinellas County Center for the Arts, or PCCA for short. His major was Visual Art; mine was Performance Theatre. He was one year ahead of me in school.

Joe is now an osteopath. He spent eight years in undergrad, because he loved the act of study, and kept starting majors and nearly finishing them, only to become swept away by another major and course of study (or at least, that’s how it seemed to me). Eventually, he decided to become a doctor, and went to school for, I don’t know, 9 more years or so. He’s now finishing out his fellowship in Osteopathic Neuromusculoskeletal Medicine in Bangor, Maine.

This episode was recorded in Joe’s sweet old house in Bangor, where he lives with two cats, a wife, a child, and the occasional miscellaneous borrowed pet.

Joe’s house was the second stop on my 10,000 mile cross-country road trip, and this episode marks the first release from the series of recordings I made on my “horizontal does america” tour.

In October and November of 2017, I, my recording equipment, and a couple of suitcases circumnavigated the United States in a Honda Civic, in order to lie down with people in their homes, in their cities.

Joe and I got horizontal in his guest room— his wife next door making phone calls from their bedroom, baby asleep, cats locked out, dog-sitting dog downstairs, cars going by on the sleepy country street.

The next morning we went to Treworgy farm and did this photo shoot amongst the pumpkins.

horizontal with pumpkins in Bangor, Maine. Photo by Joe McCue.


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Because I cannot bear to see them go to waste, here are some other titles I considered for this episode:

the paper anniversary

the nose couple

and…

the vanilla episode

[Should I have called it the vanilla episode? It’s such a good title. Okay, I’ll save it for another one, some day in the future, that will be even more vanilla. You’ll see.]

So you know what you should do now, right? You should definitely come lie down with us.

horizontal with joe mccue in Bangor, Maine


Links to Things:

Patron of the horizontal arts!

My horizontal does america tour, on which I recorded this episode!

Girls are Girls, and Boys are Boys: So What’s the Difference? a book that little Joe learned from


Show Notes (feel free to share quotes/resources on social media, and please link to 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: https://www.patreon.com/horizontalwithlila

Joe, mostly obscured by pumpkins, at Treworgy Farm.


[9:17]  Joe’s middle school sex education.

[10:47]

Joe:  I had a sex talk, before I have memories. We grew up calling things penis and vagina and knowing that penises and vaginas went together to make babies. Yeah, I mean it— that was just sort of— we grew up very matter-of-fact. I remember when my baby sister was potty-training — she’s 8 years younger — you know, they get the potty-training books for, for babies, for kids, whatever, and my mom would cross out the— word “peepee,” which they were using for vagina, and write in vagina. And would cross out “weewee,” which they were using for urine, and write in: pee— as an example. We had a book that was my—

Lila:  They used “peepee” for vagina?!

Joe:  Yeah. There are all sorts of weird and dumb ways that … people talk about …

Lila:  Genitalia, absolutely—                                                                 Joe:  Yeaaah.

Lila:  — but I’ve never heard “peepee” for vagina; I’ve heard it for penis.

Joe:  It’s a— it’s actually not an uncommon one in the potty-training world… But I had a book, that was illustrated in black-and-white and green-and-yellow, that belonged to my brother — who is 7 years older than I am — that I grew up reading, called Boys are Boys and Girls are Girls, So What’s the Difference? [Note: Joe reversed the order. It’s actually called Girls are Girls, and Boys are Boys: So What’s the Difference?] And it was written … in the 70s, in this very, like, mid-70s, sort of—

Lila:  “Groovy” time—                                                                           Joe: Sex is a, is an open—

Joe:  — thing to talk about, kind of way. You were just very matter-of-fact and— there were pictures of breasts and pictures— I mean, not pictures, but— drawings of breasts and drawings of penises and boys in showers feeling awkward and—

Lila:  Boys in showers feeling awkward?

Joe:  Yeah, like with that, that awkward face on, and with their knees kind of together, but you could see their penis.

Lila:  Because they’re having an erection they’re awkward?

Joe:  Because they’re feeling sexual urges. I don’t remember if there’s actually an erection— I still have the book.

Lila:  You still have it?!

Joe:  Mmhm, yeah. It’s in this house.

A still life with Girls are Girls and Boys are Boys, requested by me, arranged and shot by Joe. “But of course, there are some differences between girls and boys. Girls have a vagina. Only a grown-up girl can become pregnant and give birth to a baby. And boys have a penis. When a boy grows up, he can become a father. It takes a male and a female to reproduce.”


[13:52]  Our high school sex ed in Florida.

[15:22]

Lila:  The memory that surfaced was … anatomy … so I think it was Science class … vaguely recalling an Anatomy textbook, and getting to the reproduction section … and being in class with … Wes? This soccer player, that I thought was sooo handsommme. And … would always talk to me … but I was certain he wasn’t interested in me — although I hoped — and then I remember, coming into that class one day, and seeing— I guess we left our books, maybe, in there (Joe mmhm’s) and seeing that somebody had written in my book: Lila Donno-ho. (Lila titters) And I was so upset about it! I was so upset! And—

Joe:  It’s just a small stroke that changes that.

Lila:  Uh-huh, and I showed him, and he said, “Ohh, hehe, heehee, that was me.”

Joe:  (pause) Did you still like him after that?

[18:03]  Getting horizontal with Lila since… 

[20:19]  What was the relationship like between Joe’s parents?

[20:40]  Joe says that there were some traditional gender things in his household growing up, and some non-traditional gender things. Which was which?

[21:17]

Joe:  My mom was 18 … yeah, 18 years and 8 months when she had my brother, and … she was 33 when she had my sister and she was 25 when she had me.

[22:48]  Joe on morals vs. ethics.

Joe:  Moral doesn’t imply religiosity, erm … it implies, a sense of what the group thinks is right. Moral comes from mores, which is Latin for laws. [Note: other interpretations / translations include: “manner,” “custom,” “usage,” and “habit.”] (Lila mm’s) So that’s what groups have decided are the correct things to do; ethics are personal. (Lila hmm’s) From the … Greek ethos.

[24:55]  Lila wonders about the term breadwinner. [Note: My (minimal) research tells me that the term is literal, as in, the person who brings home bread to feed the family, rather than slang, as I thought.]

[25:52]  What did Joe learn from witnessing his parent’s relationship?

[26:14]

Joe:  They never wanted their kids to— to see them, really arguing … but I knew it was there. The tension was there. And maybe the tension was there because they didn’t argue openly… I don’t know, but I never wanted a relationship to be that contentious, that— tense.

Lila:  I wonder … about it being there, if they didn’t argue openly bec— … because my parents did argue within earshot of me … and it also felt … fractious … and tense.

Joe:  Yeah. I’m sure it’s just different.

Lila:  Yes, an un— unspoken tension … has a different timbre.

Joe:  Mmhm.

Lila:  (long pause, then cracks herself up) A New England flavor, if you will.

[27:18]  How was the unspoken tension formative in Joe’s life?

[28:08]

Lila:  As in, it tempers you to be used to … tension?

Joe:  Yeah, or maybe it just builds the tension into you. I mean, I’m a—

Lila:  Wiry, tense person?

Joe:  Yeah. (Lila giggles) I mean, I’m a, I’m a very superficially … placid. Very superficially calm. Very collected generally speaking, but… you know, I, I’m extremely wiry—

Lila & Joe, almost in unison:  Wiry is the word.

Lila:  I was just about to say — wiry is the perfect word and it’s like—

Joe:  Wiry is the word.

Lila:  — delicious when I say it, because when I get that right word, it’s almost sexy to me. […]

Joe:  In the physical and the electrical sense, I think. That’s part of why it’s such a good word.

[29:37]  Did Joe ever see his parents act physically affectionate towards one another? Did they hug him? Did his siblings hug each other?

[30:40]  Did Joe’s older brother (a “dude’s dude,” as Joe tells it) let Joe tag along when he was hanging out with his friends?

[31:17]  Joe on his older brother.

Joe:  He is one of my absolute ideals of fatherhood, because he’s been a father since he was— 7 years old.

Lila:  To you.

Joe:  To me, to my sister, to— and for a long time, he and my sister, being 15 years apart … I mean, it took until she was— probably until after she was grown before their relationship started to become more— fraternal/sororal rather than father/daughter. (Lila hm’s) Took a long time. (beat) I had always looked up to him, but— mostly I think our relationship was fraternal, was brotherly.

Lila:  So with your sister, did you have that same sort of … paternal … experience as, perhaps your brother did with you?

Joe:  Yeah. I taught her to read. Every night I would go in and we would read Winnie the Pooh together and … first all she had to do was— you know, first, we would read, and then she would, she would have to tell me the letters, that started the chapter we were on … then she’d have to read the name of the chapter, and then she would have to … you know, read the first sentence, and … then she would have to read the first paragraph, and I did great Pooh voices and things, so she really wanted this to happen … and eventually, she would be reading to me.

Lila:  Hm. Is that your earliest memory of wanting to be a father?

Joe:  Oh no, I wanted to be a father before then… As— as far back as I can remember I’ve thought about what my kids will be like and how I will raise them and what their names would be and … all of these, very non- male gender normative things. (Joe chuckles)

Lila:  Yeah. And when you say “as far back as you can remember,” how far back is that?

Joe:  Uhnn— I remember being like— I mean, I have earlier memories, but I remember being like 5 or 6, and thinking about those kinds of things. Which is pretty young.

Lila:  (tickled) Do you remember the names that you wanted?

Joe:  (pause, big in-breath) I always liked the name Sophia. (Lila hm’s) At one point, I think I was a little older, I think I was like, middle school or high school … I decided that I wanted my first girl to be named “Sophia Blue.”

Lila:  (laughs, Joe does not, long pause) Middle name Blue?

Joe:  Yeh, but my … second niece’s middle name is Sophia. (long pause, quietly) My brother stole that from me. (laughs)

Lila:  Uhh! But it’s a middle name! Nobody ever uses a middle name. Or hardly ever. A middle name is like a secret. You can still make it a first name of your daughter. Your eventual, potential, maybe, daughter.

Joe:  … I could… But I’m also not the only one who makes decisions. (pause) We thought that Finn was going to be … a girl. We didn’t know. Until he came out… But we thought that he was going to be a girl. And his name was going to be Tallulah Quinn.

Lila:  Hm… That’s lovely.

Joe:  Tallulah Quinn Pretto-McCue. Instead, he came out and immediately, he was Finnegan Maxwell.

Lila:  … So you’re using both last names, but yours is last.

Joe:  Mmhm.

Lila:  How come?

Joe:  Pretto-Mccue sounds better than McCue-Pretto and I’m not a chauvinist and she’s the last Pretto. Which is why she kept her name.

Lila:  Yeah, I wondered why, hers wasn’t last.

Joe:  Mm, I’m not a chauvinist and it’s more important for him to be a Pretto than for him to be a McCue. There are lots of McCues. But she’s the last Pretto. And also, Pretto-McCue sounds better.

Lila:  But if it’s Pretto-McCue, won’t people just say McCue?

Joe:  No, if anything, they would drop the last one.

[37:02]  Joe on fatherhood.

[38:32]  The primary right of refusal Joe gave his wife over his residency and fellowship decisions.

[39:43]  Joe on Finn.

Joe:  He is a Daddy’s boy… If I come home and I don’t … and I walk past him to put my things down, even now, he’s 18 months old, even now I walk past him to put my things down and haven’t stopped to, talk to him and play with him and pick him up, before I do that, he’s very unhappy about it. (pause) When my car pulls up, and he’s in the backyard, he runs to the gate and peeks through and tries to figure out how to open it to run to me, when I’m still in the car. (long pause) He knows I love him. (pause) And he knows that I’m his.

[41:02]  Joe on doctoring.

[42:00]  When Joe discovered masturbating. (Hint: It was before he could ejaculate. Lila heard men mention this during her episode with rene, and during the cock project as well.)

[43:05]  Who was Joe’s first girlfriend in kindergarten?

[43:32]

Joe:  I don’t know why she liked me, she was the— she was the pretty girl in class … and … there was a kid — Neil was his name, he used to eat paste — and he would always try to steal her.

Lila:  Ohhh, Neil.

Joe:  But we would— we would make block towers and she would kiss me.

Lila:  (gasps) On the lips?!

Joe:  Yeah, just like how kids do, nothing like, sexy sexy, but … (Lila giggles) She liked me more than Neil. I don’t know why. (Joe guffaws, Lila giggles)

Lila:  Perhaps his paste-eating qualities were not attractive to her.

Joe:  Nn— I remember him being a — a relatively handsome kid. I mean, for what— that means for a memory of a six year-old evaluating another six year-old’s (Lila giggles) handsomeness. But I remember having that conscious thought. That he was not a bad-looking kid.

[44:57]  How did Joe fare in the getting-girls-to-like-him department throughout the rest of elementary school, middle school, and high school? He describes himself in early middle school as a “short, scrawny, long-haired hippie kid.”

[46:16]  Joe tells Lila the story of his bad first time (having intercourse).

[47:20]

Joe:  We met on the school bus— she was a year younger than I was, and, she was … you know, spritely and poppy and loud and—

Lila:  Brassy.

Joe:  — pretty. A little bit brassy. Mostly l— mostly just loud. Loud and colorful. There are some who would’ve— who would call her “brassy” and say it in a way that meant “grating.” And … I can understand that. But I certainly didn’t find her that way… at the time. And even now I don’t, ‘cause I’m still friends with her… but we… we ended up, we both had crushes on each other and ended up dating, and dated for a while and ….. Dated from … October through February, if I’m not mistaken. And I broke it off, but I don’t recall why… precisely. And she— was not prepared to— let it go. And we— continued hanging out and we continued being friends and continued fooling around. Less often and less— devotedly I guess? If that’s (laughing) the word. And— a couple of times while we were dating, we had— you know, in just fooling around, had, sort of— brinked up to that point and decided that— n— you know, now was not the time, we were not ready. One or the other of us or both of us was not ready.

Lila:  Was she also a virgin?

Joe:  Mmhm, yeah… She had— I think just a— a year earlier, lost her older sister, in a car accident… And—

Lila:  (quietly) Oh my God.

Joe:  — her… parents were split and— as a result of it, and … divorcing. I don’t think they were actually divorced at the time, but, divorcing, maybe they were, all the way, I don’t know… and … she didn’t get along real well with either one of them. At the time. I mean, she was a teenage girl, so … there’s that, but (Lila hmpf’s) she was all kinds of fucked up in the head. And I don’t mean that in a demeaning way.

Lila:  She was traumatized—

Joe:  She had a lot of trauma.

Lila:  — is what you mean to say, yeah.

Joe:  Yeah, and it wasn’t trauma that was worked-through. So, I don’t ever recall … her backing off … first, the couple times that we, kind of, came up to the brink of, “Well, is this gonna progress to … the act?” I only remember me saying, “No no, not yet.” Several times.

Lila:  And did you … did you not consider oral sex, sex?

Joe:  (beat) I considered them different levels.

Lila:  And when you say the act, you’re only meaning—

Joe:  (overlapping) I’m only meaning—

Lila:  — penetrative sex.

Joe:  Yeah, I’m, I’m meaning intercourse. I mean, oral sex is penetrative sex when it’s the— when fellatio’s involved… that’s penetrative, but, I mean intercourse… And then, one … night, we were, hanging around and we were— hanging out and we were fooling around and, it had been very emotional, and— you know, we had told each other that we … thought we still loved each other … and, we decided to … go forward with it … annnd … it was, very— painful for her which was, very … emotionally difficult for me, and very, and very unpleasant for me.

Lila:  It was physically painful for her?

Joe:  Yeah.

Lila:  Were you not using lube?

Joe:  (beat) We were using a lubricated condom.

Lila:  Yeah. No.

Joe:  Yeah but I don’t, I don’t any specific I mean we didn’t— it was both our first time, what do w—

Lila:  I know.

Joe:  What the hell do we know?

Lila:  I know.

Joe:  She’s also a very small person, and I’m not.

Lila:  I didn’t learn about lube until muuuuch later. I just thought I didn’t like penetrative sex— I thought I didn’t like intercourse.

Joe:  (beat) But yeah, I, I think part of her discomfort was, was emotional— discomfort. I certainly had a lot of emotional discomfort. I had a little bit of physical discomfort, because it was a— tight fit, but it was not a pleasant first experience. At all. And I— I knew … that that was not what it was supposed to be like. And I knew that that’s not what I wanted my first time to be like, and— you know, she cried, and, I cried, and— I was crying because she was crying, annnd… I didn’t want for me to be participating in that kind of act causing someone else to cry. […] I had a very, like, girl gendered idea about what the first time should be like. About how the first time needed to be special. And, that it w— you know, that it was this— this sort of sacred thing to be protected…

Lila:  And you didn’t get that.

Joe:  No. Not at all.

[54:51]  Lila and Joe on why they never had sex.

[55:50]

Joe:  We had a level of intimacy that is difficult for people — who are, of the gender that the other is attracted to, to have, without there being some kind of— romantic or sexual involvement, then or historically.

[56:47]  Lila on her admiration of (and desire to be friends with) Joe’s talented high school ex, Mirinda. [Note: Mirinda did not share this sentiment.]

[59:50]  Lila’s memories of driving around with Joe in the Brat, and parking, and cuddling, and talking.

[1:00:32]

Joe:  I told you, I’ve been getting horizontal with Lila since the 90s.


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32. why we never had sex: horizontal with my dearest high school friend

Welcome back to horizontal, the podcast that makes private conversations public, or, in the words of listener ghostheart, “takes you into my bed and lets your ears watch as I unzip intimate conversations.”

 

Bonus! More Girls Are Girls and Boys are Boys still lifes, by Joe:

He lost the dust jacket, some years ago. Did this skull have something to do with it? Who knows.


“And girls were supposed to wear the color PINK. But all that is a LOT OF BALONEY! Lots of girls want to be doctors and climb trees”


Not just one thing! You could be a writer, a mother, a wife, a cook, a doctor and a stamp collector all at the same time. You could be a cook, a father, a husband, a teacher, a nurse and a ping pong player all at the same time.”


“There are a few more differences between girls and boys that show up when they are about twelve years old. A girl’s breasts grow larger. A mother can use her breasts to feed her newborn baby, or she can use a bottle. Girls also begin to menstruate. Once a month for a few days blood tissue is passed through the vagina and they put on a pad which prevents their clothing from getting soiled.”


“At about 12 or 13, boys find that sometimes their penis becomes big and hard. And at times sperm comes out of their penis while they are asleep. It also occurs when they fondle their penis. Masturbation is a big word for rubbing and stroking the penis or vagina. It’s an enjoyable feeling for both boys and girls.”


And THAT’s what’s horizontal.

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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.) 

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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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