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horizontal with lila

48. libertine: horizontal with the doyenne of dirty stories

in episodes on 10/08/18

This is Dixie De La Tour.


48. libertine: horizontal with the doyenne of dirty stories

horizontal is a podcast of intimacies recorded while lying down. In this episode, I lie down with sexual folklorist Dixie de la Tour. Dixie is the founder, curator, and host of Bawdy Storytelling, the longest-running sex storytelling series in the United States.

Lila:  I looove that you’re this, this, I don’t know, you’re like a MegaConnector. You’re not just a Connector, you’re like a SuperConnector. (Dixie giggles) Like one, like, the old computers that used to take up a room, like you’re that kind of Connector! (both giggle)

Dixie:  Well, I mean, that’s what I did when I was a host of sex parties. I don’t understand why you would leave your house, and go to an event, if you’re— I mean, we’re all dealing with social anxiety these days—

Lila:  Oh my God, yes!

Dixie:  So you better, know you’re gonna get something out of it, and who wants to go to a place where everybody just walks up to you and goes, “Would you like to fuck?” (Lila laughs) ‘Cause—

Lila:  Nooo!

Dixie:  That’s off-putting.

Lila:  (a quiet mewl) No!

Dixie:  So, you know, if you came in and you had decent manners, my favorite thing to do was, I was always, the, front door person—

Lila:  Yeah!

Dixie:  ‘Cause I was very good at shooing you away if you weren’t supposed to be at that party— (Lila mmhm’s) ‘cause I’m kinda ballsy, and if you came up to me — this happened almost every party — somebody would come up and say, “This is my first sex party ever, and I’m here visiting from Connecticut!” And I’d go, “That’s awesome, welcome,” and then I’d go find you, when my shift was over. And I would say, “Okay, Connecticut, whatcha here for?” And they’d go “Whaat?” And I’m like, “It ain’t about me; it’s about you. What are you here for?” And they’d go, (furtively) “I’ve always wanted to kiss a girl.” And I’d go, “Which girl?”

Lila:  (delighted) Yeeesss!

Dixie:  And they’d go, (whispering) “That girl’s pretty,” and I’m like, “I know that girl; let’s go talk to that girl! (Lila wails delightedly) ‘Cause you know, sex parties— they are safer now—

Lila:  BLESS You! We need somebody like that at our party, at the Hacienda parties.

Dixie:  Yeah, yeah. It’s good to have.

Lila:  Maybe it has to be me…

Dixie:  You know what? All those orgasms come back to you.



 

Heyyyy Dixie.

horizontal is a podcast of intimacies recorded while lying down.

In this episode, I lie down with sexual folklorist Dixie De La Tour.

Dixie is the founder, curator, and host of Bawdy Storytelling, the longest-running sex storytelling series in the United States. Samia Mounts, of the “Make America Relate Again” podcast, was the first to mention Bawdy to me in the late summer of last year, and she insisted that I SIMPLY MUST attend the RISK & Bawdy collaboration show at the Bell House last September.

I did. I saw. I played Bang-o.

I started courting Dixie immediately.

She is a mesmerizing storyteller. Her Southern lilt, her flagrant nonchalance and nonchalant brazenness, her heart-o-gold, her heaving bosom. She’s not just a Connector, in the Malcolm Gladwell sense of the word, she’s a Super-connector, a Mmmega-connector. Her shows get people laid (it’s happened so often that there’s even a song for that!); her shows spark romance, start relationships, and, I believe may have even been tangentially responsible for a bawdy baby or two.

I was tickled and honored and seam-burst-ing with joy when I finally had the chance to get horizontal with Dixie in her chosen hometown of San Francisco, California. We recorded in the guest room of a 24-ish member intentional community in SOMA. One of my classmates from NYU lives there. It’s like the Parthenon of intentional communities.

Lila setting up her recording kit, as captured by Dixie!

For tales from the road, like the one about how I got totally infatuated with a guy at the “Parthenon” and wound up acting like a 13 year-old, and also for pretty pictures of my adventures and horizontality in unexpected places, for invites to live shows, and my writings about intimacy of all kinds, sign up for the weekly missives on horizontalwithlila.com

While I was driving cross-country solo on my horizontal does america road trip, I didn’t listen to music. I just didn’t have the impulse to. I listened to books, I listened to podcasts, I talked to friends on the phone, I talked to myself, I sang to myself, or I drove along in meditative quiet. I listened to episode after episode of Dixie’s Bawdy Storytelling podcast. After a while, Dixie started to feel like a road spirit, an auditory escort, my most frequent aural (a-u-r-a-l) companion. Behind the wheel of my borrowed Honda Civic, while listening to Bawdy, I repeatedly squealed, laughed, teared up, and said OH. MY! all the way across America.

We are so fortunate that Dixie has centered her life around living stories, telling them, and getting other people to tell them. What do they say about living legends? She’s a national treasure. Explore her body of work, pun intended, on Bawdystorytelling.com

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In this first part of our conversation, we talk about Bawdy, Bang-O, craigslist personal ads, the unknown hookup, and being a porn magnet. And Dixie tells me a tale about a porno booth (with glory holes everywhere).

Stick around at the end of the episode for a little treat: a bawdy song by Jefferson Bergey!

And now, come lie down with us in San Francisco, California.

horizontal with Dixie De La Tour in SOMA, San Francisco, California. November 2017


Links to Things:

Patron of the horizontal arts!

Dixie on the interwebz: Bawdystorytelling.com + Instagram + Twitter

The Bawdy podcast (which I listened to all across America)

RISK / Bawdy collaboration show at the Bell House. I was there! That’s when I first fell in looove with Dixie!

Bawdy got me Laid, a little ditty by Rachel Lark

Bang-O, a game played at Bawdy

horizontal does america, my cross-country road trip / recording tour on which we created this episode

Jefferson Bergey, one of Bawdy’s long-time songwriters, who wrote the song “Libertine,” for which this episode is named!

Episode 15: friend death: quickie with lila, in which I tell the story of the last time I drove across the country.

brave on the rocks, or, choosing to open when you want to shut but you know it would really be better if you opened, a blog post that includes the backstory on Lila’s lover from Portland

horizontal does montana and oregon, a blog post that includes a little story of Lila’s reconnection with that lover

The blog post horizontal does california, in which Lila writes of her adventures in California, surrounding the recording of this episode, including the story of her bizarre infatuation with a lost boy.


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

website link: https://horizontalwithlila.com/

Patreon link: https://www.patreon.com/horizontalwithlila

[6:25]  Lila gushes over Dixie’s superior storytelling skills.

[7:10]

Lila:  The fact that you are just brassy and explicit is so delightful to me!

Dixie:  (laughs) Brassy and explicit—

Lila:  Yyyesss!

Dixie:  I’m gonna put that on my podcast.

Lila & Dixie:  Brassy and explicit.

Dixie:  I have been called brassy, a few hundred times in my life, but I like those two words together even more.

[7:49]  Why does Dixie have a hard time finding stories suited to the Bawdy Storytelling stage?  

[7:57]  Lila & Dixie riff on the words: sex-positivity, slut, libertine, and bawdy.

Dixie:  For example, I went to L.A. a while back and I posted in a group and said: Looking for stories of sex-positivity, sex, kink, and gender, and somebody responded and said, “I wanna tell a story about the ugliest hooker I ever fucked—“

Lila:  Oh!

Dixie:  “ — and how she shit all over my bed.” (Lila gasps) And I went, “That story is not sex-positive.” They went, “What are you talkin’ about, it’s totally se—“ I’m like, “No, you’re positive ya had sex.” (Lila chortles) “But that story was not sex-positive.” (Lila keeps chortling) They’re like, “Huh! I don’t git it!” A lot of people don’t know what sex-positive means.

Lila:  I know, well an— and also it’s just not a nice term, right, it sounds like HIV positive, like it doesn’t, it doesn’t—  

Dixie:  I KNOW! Lila:  sound good.

Dixie:  And people who are not us, muggles always think it means HIV positive.

 

muggles (noun) = a term borrowed from the world of Harry Potter (in which it means non-magic people, or those who are not witches or wizards). Used by members of sex-positive / kink communities to refer to those outside the community, more likely use to refer to those with a sex-negative or vanilla attitude.

 

Lila:  I know; we really need a better term.

Dixie:  We do! And I used to work for, um, a lot of adult dating and kink and gender-related websites, and we looked for the right word — professionally—

Lila:  Yeah.

Dixie:  — for years, and nobody’s ever come up with the right word yet.

Lila:  So, send us your ideas if you have any.

Dixie:  Yeah!

Lila:  But you inspired me because I had been searching, and through many early episodes, I talked with several people about the word slut, which I still don’t like, I just don’t like the word itself. The, the way that it’s, the sss— lll— t— cghgh. It just doesn’t sound, good to me.

Dixie:  Yeah.

Lila:  And, so all across the way, I don’t listen to music, and as I’ve been driving, I’ve been listening to books on tape and podcasts, and I listened to a ton of Bawdy, and you had an episode that was themed “Libertine” and I was like, “That is it! That is the word I want to use instead of slut!”

Dixie:  Yeah.

Lila:  Because to me it sounds like the freedom and the sensuality, whereas slut just still sounds like a slur to me, and I just don’t wanna, I just don’t want it.

Dixie:  Lib— you know the word “bawdy” is a very old-fashioned word and (Lila mmhm’s) a lot of people who are under 35 don’t know the word. Libertine is even more so!

Jefferson and Dixie on the Bawdy stage!

[10:15]  A bit of Jefferson Bergey’s song “Libertine,” performed live at Bawdy Storytelling. (I hear he’s coming out with a studio recording of it soon!)

[10:34]  Lila tells Dixie about the first month of being on the road for horizontal does america.

[10:59]  The last time Lila went cross-country, she traveled across with her former best friend, and back on her own. (This cracks Dixie up.) Listen to the story on episode 15. friend death: quickie with lila. [Note: Don’t fret. She did not die on the way.]

[14:17]  How did Lila figure out where she was going to stay when she traveled cross-country?

[15:26]  Lila on being with an old lover while in Portland. Here is some backstory on that lover, and some notes on their reconnection.

Lila:  And I was just in Portland and I reconnected with an old lover, which was really beautiful, because I actually hadn’t had— a penis inside me since I parted from my ex.

Dixie:  How long ago was that?

Lila:  Five months ago, and we were monogamous for close to a year. So I hadn’t been with—

Dixie:  Anybody else in a year and a half.

Lila:  Yah! I’d b— nobody else had been—

Dixie:  I’m good at math—

Lila:  — inside me —

Dixie:  (both laugh) —  when it comes to dick, I’m pretty good at math!

[16:32]  Lila & Dixie on Tinder

Lila:  And then I fired up Tinder too, to see what I could (giggle) make happen, but nothing has happened in that, in that regard yet. (both laugh) You know what happens, Dixie?

Dixie:  What?

Lila:  I— the few ones that I am into and that I match with, we start up a conversation. Usually they drop the ball!

Dixie:  Of course they do. That’s what Tinder’s for!

Lila:  Ugh! (then a disgusted yelp) Uh!

Dixie: For them to drop the ball.

Lila:  (childlike) Why?

Dixie:  Because we can turn people into commodities. (Lila mmhm’s) Because it’s kind of like, “Do I really want chow mein right now?” (both laugh) If you have an emotional bond with somebody, if you’re connected, then you’re like, “Lila. I like Lila.”

Lila:  (overlapping) Yes.

Dixie:  But if it’s just like—

Lila:  “Pretty redhead.”

Dixie:  Yeah. Redhead. Redhead. Which flavor of redhead do I want? (Lila giggles) It’s kinda like—  it’s kind of like, you know— a menu.

[17:40]  Lila on the guy living at the intentional community (where she and Dixie are recording) that she had a thing for.

[Note: for the rest of the story, and how Lila dropped the ball on innumerable things because of her infatuation, read the blog post horizontal does california.]

[18:57]  Dixie on being a Connector (really she’s a Super-Connector, a Mmmega-Connector!).

Dixie:  So you know, my thing is, I really love to connect people, so I got really into the— I thought you hadn’t been able to connect with him and I was like, “Oh, Oh,”

Lila:  Ohhh.

Dixie:  “You know this is what I do, right?”

Lila:  You’re like, “I can do this!”

Dixie:  Yeah.

Lila:  Oh my God.

Dixie:  That’s my superpower, I can connect … anything you want, pretty much.

Lila:  I was telling people about playing Bang-O, at the RISK / Bawdy Storytelling show at The Bell House in Brooklyn, and how, you know, there’s the “Are you / do you have an account on FetLife,” and “Have you had sex outdoors?” And then, “Do you wanna hook up tonight?” (giggles)

Dixie:  Yeah!

Lila:  And, I notice you didn’t put the “with me” in there.

Dixie:  No! No! No pressure! (Lila giggles) That’s a lot of pressure! I mean, we’re gonna open the door, but we’re not gonna like, shut you out in the cold and go, “There you go, you better agree to fuck them!”

[20:15]  How Dixie orchestrates the Bang-O cards with “write in your own question” to help you break the ice with someone you’ve been eyeing.

[20:50]  Lila gushes over Dixie (again). This time about being a MmmegaConnector.

[21:08]  Dixie on how to host she hosted play parties.

[22:44]  A Bawdy Storytelling anthem by Rachel Lark, “Bawdy Got me Laid.”

Bawdy Storytelling presents Rachel Lark: “Bawdy Got Me Laid”

Rachel Lark performing “Bawdy Got Me Laid” at Bawdy Storytelling’s Seattle premiere event. Recorded live at The Re-bar in Seattle on June 12th, 2014.

[22:51]

Dixie:  I love it when people contact me after a show and go, “Okay, so here’s what happened,” and I’m like, “Awesome! I did that!”

Lila:  (whispery) Yesss.

Dixie:  That makes me feel so good, when I know that: people got the thing they wanted, and that I helped. Storytelling does that, better than anything I’ve ever seen. It’s so easy to connect with people after you’ve heard a story.

I aspire to one of these buttons.


[23:16]  Lila on her role as the Ambassatrix of the Villa and her desire to learn from Dixie’s Connector-ways.

[25:41]  Has Dixie been a flirt and a Connector since she was very young?

Dixie:  Well I’ve always been a storyteller. I grew up in the South, and spent summers in West Virginia and when they do like a pig roast, and they put the pig in the ground and then say, okay, now in like, three days, it’ll be ready to eat. We would just kind of sit around and people would play musical instruments, and, they’d tell stories, and I’d always kind of ignore the kids and sat and listened to the grown-up stories. Um, and believe me, they weren’t as interesting as the stories you here at Bawdy, but, you know, they did like to go back to, how so and so rolled it down, the mountain because they were drunk, they rolled their car, and shit like that. (Lila laughs) I was like, that’s a good story. How long have I been— yeah, I’ve always kind of been a Connector. I was always — when I moved to Virginia in like the fourth grade, the first thing I would do is, I was always the kid who would come up to you during school and go, “Hey, you’re new!” You know. “Let me show you around; let me introduce you to people.” And, that’s something that feels good to me. So I do that at parties; I do that at sex parties. “You’re new; I’ll show you around. You might wanna fuck ‘em.”

Lila:  Ohgh. It’s a beautiful service that you do. It’s gorgeous.

[26:50]  What did little Dixie learn about sex?

Dixie:  I was the one that informed everybody that babies did not come out your belly button.

Lila:  (laughs) But who told you?

Dixie:  I’m trying to remember that, I’m not sure how I found out. I was the kind of kid that porn seemed to be a magnet for, like, if it was left in the woods, I  would be the one to stumble across it. (Lila guffaws) So I was always finding porn.

Lila:  Porn was a magnet for you. [Note: That is not what Dixie said. Lila mixed it up.]

Dixie:  Yeah, I would just like, “Oh. Look. Gay porn. Cool.” And uh, so, I can remember, probably 4th or 5th grade, the girls saying that babies come out your belly button and I said, “No they don’t, they come out your hoo-ha. And they’d go—

 

hoo-ha (noun) = a euphemism for vagina, usually used in the southern United States of America.

 

Lila:  (laughing, under her breath) Your hoo-ha.

Dixie:  Right, I’m like, “How do you think, a human being could come out your belly button?” They’re like, “How do you think a human being could come out your hoo-ha?” (Lila cracks up)

[27:52]  When did Dixie’s mom tell her about the facts of life and how’d that go?

[28:14]

Dixie:  She was so freaked out, talkin’ about sex, that I had to stop her in the middle, go down the hall, and throw up. Because she stressed me out so bad.

Lila:  Whoa!

Dixie:  ‘Cause she was freaked out, like oh my God I gotta teach my daughter about sex! And, I pretty much was like, what the fuck was that? I couldn’t really understand why she was so freaked out and then after a little while I went, “You know what? I’m pretty sure that there must been something great there if she’s so sure she didn’t want me—” you know, it’s kinda like, they try and hide all the good stuff from ya—

Lila:  Oh yeah.

Dixie:  So I’m like, “She must have been hiding the good stuff from me.” So um, about the time I was 15, I would go to work in the summer with her, ‘cause we lived off in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and I would say, “I’m gonna go up to the movie house and just, sit in the movies in the air conditioner all day.” And then I would sneak around the corner and get on a bus, go across town, to the porno theatres. And I would go in — and I just wanted to learn about sex — and my mother had refused to sign the sex ed permission slip.

Lila:  (groans) Ohhhh!

Dixie:  Everybody thought that was funny ‘cause I was the sex ed program at my school. (Lila laughs) The cheerleaders would go, “How do you give a blow job,” and I’d go, “It’s surpising — you don’t actually blow, you suck.” You know, they’d go, “How do you know that?” I’m like, “I have this gift to find porn, I guess!” (Lila giggles) People badmouth porn, I’m like, “I learned everything I know — back when I wasn’t allowed to have sex ed — from porn; a lot of people do!”

[29:46]  Dixie tells Lila a story about a porno booth.

Dixie:  So I would sneak across town, to what they call the quarter loops, and the quarter loops are — and if you watch the show The Duece that’s on HBO right now — they’re kind of inventing the quarter loops on that show right now, which is: if you wanna watch porn, you put a quarter in, it shows you two minutes of the porno, and then the screen goes down, and then you put another quarter in, you can watch the next two minutes of the porno. And I would go in, and I’d have my roll of quarters, which was my allowance, and I would go in and — none of the doors would actually lock. It was a pretty scary place—

 

quarter loops (noun) = popular in the 70s in the United States, these were porno booths with an occupancy of one (sometimes containing glory holes), that allowed the viewer to watch a porno a couple of minutes at a time, for a quarter per. In order to continue, you had to keep feeding quarters to the machine.

 

glory holes (noun) = common in bathrooms frequented by gay men, particularly during eras in which homosexualiaty was heavily sanctioned against, these are circular holes cut through, for instance the wall of a bathroom stall, in which a penis-owner could insert their penis, and potentially receive an anonymous blow job.

 

Lila:  (quietly) Oh my God yeah.

Dixie:  And uh, the doors wouldn’t lock and there were glory holes everywhere, and I would go in and I’d, learn how to give a blow job. You know?

Lila:  Okay, I’ve always wondered about the glory hole situation, I mean wouldn’t a cock get, you know, splinters?

Dixie:  (guffaws) That is a great question! I thought the same thing, the first time I saw one, I’m like, “Oh, you better be careful with that!”

[30:50]  Dixie tells Lila a glory hole story. [It’s a good one. You’ve gotta hear her tell it!]

The illustrious Bawdy stage, as shot by Benjy Feen.


[34:10]  Dixie on what she learned from her parent’s relationship.

Dixie:  My Dad ran off with another woman, right about the time I turned two. So I didn’t have a lot of exposure to it. My mom followed him to D.C., to try and get him back, where he had— he was now livin’ with the other woman. So a lot of my childhood was spent, you know, her tryin’ to get the father of her children back, there were two of us. Um, the second one was born right about the time he left. And so … I’m not really sure what that says about me. But um, I think we finally gave up about the time I was 10 and we moved to Virginia. I don’t know, I don’t have that role model of parents who were together happily ever after, that kinda stuff. I’m very happy in my relationship right now, but I was pretty sure when I was — I’ve been pretty sure my whole life — that I was never gonna have love… So. I figured if I wasn’t gonna get love, I was gonna get a good story.

[35:31]  Dixie on her Craigslist personal ads.

Dixie:  So I love to craft personal ads and just make up ridiculous scenarios so that I could get, you know. I figured it’s an adventure. Sex is an adventure. So why not create an adventure with somebody? It’s a little meta to create it like that, but, it was always funny to see where it went.

[35:55]  

Lila:  Well what made you decide that you weren’t gonna have love?

Dixie:  ‘Cause I got to see that, there is no happily ever after. You know? I just got to see pining; I didn’t get to see true love expressed. So. I figured, that I wasn’t gon’ get it either. An’ if I wasn’t gon’ get it, then what did I really care about? At first, it probably started with the thought that: I’m gonna have the sort of life, when I’m — I don’t know, imaginary number would be — 75, or something, my memoir’s gonna be amazing.

Look at this woman. Her memoir is gonna be MIND-BOGGLING.

Lila:  Yeah.

Dixie:  You know, so you start thinkin’ about: What am I gonna do to make it amazing? Pretty much the ground rule is, every time you have an extraordinary opportunity, you don’t go home! You go do it. And you have to follow it through ‘til the end. (Lila hm’s) So I’m sure I did a lot of stupid things, and people would go, “You did what by yourself? Why would you go there by yourself?” I’m like, “Why not?” ‘Cause you don’t sit and wait for other people to go with you. It’s just not gonna happen. Pretty much better go make your adventure happen and—

Lila:  Right. And you’re saying: You don’t wait for the story. You make the story.

[37:10]  The personal ad Dixie wrote called “the unknown hookup.” She still hasn’t made this one happen, it seems… [You’ve gotta hear her tell this one, too!]

[39:55]  Dixie on her bi-yearly “Nerd Show” at Bawdy.

[40:28]  Lila on the sense of unworthiness wrapped up in choosing unavailable men who wouldn’t choose her.

[41:58]  Lila on acting “as if” she loved herself.

Lila:  And I’ve been kind of working with this, sense of unworthiness and trying to cultivate self-loving acts even when I didn’t feel that way—

Dixie:  Yeah.

Lila:  So that I, I sort of re— reverse engineered some self-love. I think it started to, to happen because I acted as if, almost like an acting exercise, like what would—

Dixie:  Yeah.

Lila:  — what would a person who loves themself do, right now?

Dixie:  Yeah!

Lila:  And, I was telling them this morning as I was making breakfast in the communal kitchen, and, one of the guys, who was from Germany said, “Do you like to cook?” And I said, “I like to eat, and if it means cooking for me to eat well, then I will, I will cook, and I will enjoy it because it means I get to eat, well.” And he said, “I will only cook nicely for other people.” And I said, “I used to be that way, and then I pushed myself to make breakfast as though I were making it for my lover, even though I was only making it for myself.”

Dixie:  Oh, that’s great.

Lila:  So, the breakfast I made this morning, I wound up sharing with other people, but I went into the kitchen to make it for myself and I would have made it just the same way. […] So I had to do the performative acts … and then it started to seep inward.

[43:45]  Dixie on what she does the day after a show.

Dixie:  Yeah. I reward myself the day after a show. I give myself what I call a “stupid day.” Not allowed to think. Not allowed to send any emails. Probably best if I don’t send any emails, or, sometimes I’ll chat on the phone but usually I don’t have much voice the day after a show, ‘cause I talk a lot during the show… Because I’m not very good at being good to myself, I’m always — if I’m home I’m really good to my dog. And my partner. Like, I’ll make him dinner, or I’ll take the dog and let him just go crazy, you know. And when you’re not good at being good to yourself, it’s really nice to have somebody that is kinda right there. Sometimes other people are busy, and you’re like, “But I really wanna do something for somebody,” ‘cause we’re always there when we need. You know? When we wanna reward ourself, that person is always available. The rest of the world isn’t always available. The nice thing is to have a partner that you can go, “I’m gonna make you dinner, and make it really pretty, and warm,” take your dog to the dog wash and make him smell really good, and, that way you get to spend a lil’ — so it’s kinda like bein’ nice to yourself.

[46:06]  Lila tells Dixie what fascinates her about intimacy.

[47:00]  Lila and Dixie make a distinction between being a performer and being an exhibitionist.

[47:14]

Dixie:  For me it’s— it’s not being on stage, that’s not— I’m not even sure it’s something I really enjoy, after 11 years of doing it, but I love putting people on stage. (Lila mm’s) I love having people not believe in themselves and then you go, “No, your story’s actually really interesting. Let me pull out the interesting parts with you.” You know. “You get to decide what you say, but, I can tell you, I represent the audience, and that thing you said. I wanna know more about that, which mean, they’re probably gonna wanna know more about that.” ‘Cause most people don’t believe in themselves.

A tiny fraction of the legions of people that Dixie has put on stage over the years.


Lila:  Absolutely! As I was recording my pitch to you, I thought, “You know, this really might not be Bawdy enough, like this isn’t— the the, people aren’t going to think this is sexual napalm, this isn’t like hot enough, I mean it was hot to me, but—”

Dixie:  Yeah.

Lila:  You know, and I was having that same kind of, of insecurity that you mentioned, on the show, where it was like, my story’s not enough enough.

Dixie put horizontal on her notebook and that made Lila very happy.

Dixie:  Yeah. Do you see what my necklace is?

Lila:  (pause, a little jingle) Enough.

Dixie:  Mmhm.

Dixie:  Somebody just gave it to me and I feel like it’s something we can all really relate to. We never — we either feel like we’re too much, socially, or we’re not enough, on a personal level, intimately. Why would anybody be with us, when there are so many options. Why would my story be worth it, when there are so many people to choose from? We always wanna tell ourselves we’re not good enough. You know. But for every story out there, there’s somebody who relates to it.

The actual “Enough” necklace. I think I could use one of these.


[49:58]

Dixie:  A lot of people pitch me these craaazy over-the-top stories. They’re so wild. And they go, “There you go, that’s perfect for your show,” and I’m like, “What’s relatable about that?” The whole reason we love storytelling is that we can put ourselves in place of you and walk through your life. You know, and, maybe if you like listening to people who are ballsy and you’re shy — that’s one way that storytelling can serve a purpose, but it’s not gonna—

Lila:  Aspirational.

Dixie:  It’s aspirational, but it’s not going to be the kind of thing that resonates with you. Relatability is found through the vulnerability of admitting, “I never thought I was good enough. I never thought I was, you know.” It’s the same thing with— I have to convince people all the time. Right before I came over here, I followed up with a storyteller who was like: “My stories aren’t really wild,” and I was like, “What makes you think they gotta be wild?” […] Yeah, wild stories definitely have a place on the stage. But the one that sticks with you. The one you’re thinkin’ about a month later, is the one, where that person opened up and showed their flaws. That’s where we all live. We know what it’s like to be imperfect. Every single day, we beat ourselves up about it. That’s the story that you want.

[51:34]  Lila on sharing her vulnerabilities by telling her stories in weekly missives. They’re happening again these days. Sign up to receive them on horizontalwithlila.com

48. libertine: horizontal with the doyenne of dirty stories

horizontal is a podcast of intimacies recorded while lying down. In this episode, I lie down with sexual folklorist Dixie de la Tour. Dixie is the founder, curator, and host of Bawdy Storytelling, the longest-running sex storytelling series in the United States.


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I take a portrait every time I go to the chiroprac I take a portrait every time I go to the chiropractor. 

(You mean to say you, yourself, do not go to the chiropractor like this?)

1. This past week: exhausted, in between grief attacks

2. When they kicked mom out of her assisted living

3. While Mom was in Hospice care (those are my pajamas)

4. After Dad’s funeral, wearing my mourning armband

5. No makeup — couldn’t be arsed

6. The day after Dad died

7. Valentine’s Day, before everything — before @synchlayer died, before Dad dropped dead, before Mom died, before @ralphdelarosa died

Y’all.
I am so. Tired.
Dear Ones, I had no choice in what happened with Dear Ones,

I had no choice in what happened with my father after he died. 
I wasn’t consulted about anything except my schedule. 

Even though I am next of kin. Even though I am his only daughter. Even though I am his only child.

With my mother, I had all the choices. 

Years ago, she told me she wished to be cremated. She was not willing to discuss anything else, not about illness, infirmity, or death, though I tried, many, many times over the years to broach these end-of-life conversations. But my mother was a stubborn ol’ gal and when she planted her feet there was no moving her.

Which leads me to Saturday. The celebration of her life, the ceremony, was for me, in her honor. In her honor, but for me. Given all the choices, I chose color, flower patterns, gifts, community, a ritual with roses, art-making, rainbow snacks, and joy. 

Joy with a side of grief. Joy in-the-face-of. Joy.

I’ll probably share more photos from the celebration (as well as the Brazilian song I sang, accompanied by my old friend Nate Najar, one of the great young jazz guitarists) in another missive, but I wanted to give you my eulogy — 

✨ in case you wished to be there but couldn’t 

✨ in case you knew my mother and care to learn things about her you never knew

✨ in case you need to give one

✨ in case you want to witness it done differently

✨ in case your heart aches for me

I told the truth to the best of my ability. Whenever I write, whenever I do any kind of public speaking, I always ask myself: 
Is this true? Could it be more true?

This was the truest true I could get to. 

I hope it means something to you, and if it means something to you, I hope you’ll let me know — in some way.

Big Love,
Lila

P.S. Click the #substacknewsletter link in my bio to read / listen to / watch my eulogy. Thank you. ❤️‍🩹
Singing in her first language, Portuguese, at my m Singing in her first language, Portuguese, at my mother’s funeral, on May 17th, 2025. The song is “Carinhoso,” which means affectionate… if ‘affectionate’ were an altogether lovelier word.

Perhaps carinhoso is more akin to the word ‘tender.’ So, I sang tender, at my mother’s celebration of life.

I was accompanied by one of the great young jazz guitarists, Mr. @natenajar … who happens to be my friend from high-school-time, and who also reminded me that, back in the day, he received a few Portuguese lessons from my mother. 

I had forgotten that. A gift, all around.

I gave the eulogy beforehand. You can watch, listen to, or read it on my Substack through the link in my bio. Titled “eulogy for a mother, mine.” 

Thank you for witnessing. 

#mourning #celebrationoflife #nomothersday #funeral
My mother’s celebration of life was held on Satu My mother’s celebration of life was held on Saturday, May 17th, 2025. No one was to wear black. Everyone was to wear florals, and I, wore too much blush, in her honor.

The invitation read:

FROM LILA:

My mom, Sula Donnolo, died peacefully on Friday afternoon, May 9th, 2025. Her favorite place was the Unitarian Universalist Church of St. Petersburg.

We will gather at her favorite place at 1 pm for a brief service (1 hour long) & a reception with snacks afterwards.

Mom abhorred the color black and adored bright colors - please wear floral patterns (or tropical patterns) & bright colors in her honor.

LILA REQUESTS...

IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO CONTRIBUTE FLOWERS:

Lila asks that, in lieu of flowers, you send any monetary love offerings you’d like to give, to her fund for a Community Happiness Project on their property in Gulfport.

PayPal or cash (or you can find another way). PayPal link: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/horizontalwithlila

IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO OFFER CONDOLENCES:

Lila is feeling deeply exhausted, after the death of her friend in March, her father in April, and her mother in May. 

Please SIGN THE GUEST BOOK provided at the reception, or write her an email with your condolences at suladonnoloflorida@gmail.com 

Please do not approach her to say you are sorry for her loss. 

She invites you to approach her with silent hugs.

***

So much gratitude for so many:

Mel for keeping me alive last week.

Deniz for keeping me alive this week. And the logistics.

Zachary for the beautiful photos.

Nate Najar for playing “Carinhoso” so I could sing it.

Rev Ben for hosting the service.

Rev Dee & Ruth & Jeanay for speaking.

Kristi Ann for the signs.

William for finding us everything we needed.

Meghan & Joseph & Hospice Nurses Vi & Susan for the grief books.

Everyone who made a bit of art for my guest book.

All who contributed to the fund for a Community Happiness Project on our property.

This is community.
Thank you thank you thank you.
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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