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69. average-sized penis: quickie with The Sex Hacker

in quickies on 23/02/19

This is Kenneth Play and a vintage Playboy. Image by Valerie Zimmer Photography


69. average-sized penis: quickie with The Sex Hacker

This episode is a little different than the others. It’s a quickie. If you’ve been listening to horizontal, you know that: at the end of every conversation with a guest, I ask them to tell me a story. Each full conversation is between two and three hours long.

Kenneth: I remember moving here, when I was 11, that I felt like… Asian male is so underrepresented, sexually, or as a athlete, or, you know, things like that that women are attracted to, and always, like, our sexuality is butt of the joke for penis size. So I grew up really thinking that, you know, I wasn’t good enough, like, if I don’t have a porn star cock, like, then I can’t have the sex life I want. But I was always very… just into sexuality, and like most teenaged boy, I wanna get girls to like me, so if we are, if we are what we think about the most, I would be a pair of boobs.



This episode is a little different than the others. It’s a quickie.

If you’ve been listening to horizontal, you know that: at the end of every conversation with a guest, I ask them to tell me a story. Each full conversation is between two and three hours long. It gets divided into two parts and released as two episodes. Part ones are available to everyone in all the podcast places. Part twos are available exclusively to my patrons!

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Naturally, our conversations get deeper and deeper as my guest and I drop in together. So when, at the very end of those part twos, my guest tells me a tale, it is a very intimate tale of some kind. Any kind. It can be about friendships, lovers, family.

Lila & Kenneth at Horizontal Storytelling. Image by Valerie Zimmer Photography. February 2018

It has been about being carried down a mountain on the back of a hunky guide (Elaine), a literal and figurative friend death (me), the first time ejaculating where stuff came out (Grant), a big fat freaky wedding (Dixie), and a miscarriage (Philip), among many, many other things. I always tell my guest that it can be any story that falls under the umbrella of intimacy, with any kind of tone or outcome, as long as it’s a story that they truly desire to tell me.

This quickie episode (which consists of three little stories, rather than one big one) was recorded live at my last Horizontal Storytelling Pajama Party, which was held at Hacienda Studio in Brooklyn. At Horizontal Storytelling, we all donned pajamas, had milk and cookies, got exceedingly cozy,  and curled up together, all 50 of us, to listen to just the stories, back to back, by six storytellers, one after the other.

I got horizontal with my guest just like we do when we record a full episode, wearing robes, sharing a pillow, microphone positioned above us, gazing upward as though stargazing, or post-coital, or in the wee-morning hours of a really good sleepover. I’m planning to host another one (or something like it) in the Spring of 2019, so make sure you’re on the mailing list through horizontalwithlila.com and all the details shall come!

In this quickie I get horizontal with Kenneth Play, my friend, my housemate, and world-renowned Sex Hacker, Sex Coach, and Sex Educator. He’s the co-founder of Hacienda Villa, the intentional community in which I live and love, and where I am a founding member. We’ve been living in the same house now for four and half years.

I introduce him quite fully in the episode, so I’ll just say here that I have been privileged to live in the same house as a Master of Sex. Kenneth taught me how to verbalize specifically the kind of oral sex that I desire. He taught me how to insert and operate my nJoy pure wand dildo. He also taught me the most nourishing technique I’ve ever come across for grounding with my lover after sex.

And now he’s gathered all these tips, tricks, and techniques from his teachers — some of the greatest sex educators and coaches and tantra masters alive — as well as from hours upon hours of, let’s call it “laboratory practice,” and distilled them into a Sex Ed video series that is accessible to everyone. It focuses on giving pleasure to women and those with vulvas and consists of:

The Oral Course

The Squirting Course

The Penetration Course

& the Sex Hacker Bundle

Let Kenneth Play teach you the waaaaaaays.


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Feel free to reach out to me there if you have any questions, ideas for dream guests, or musings spurred by any of the episodes. It’s lovely to know that you’re listening, and pondering.

In other words, come lie down with us, in Bushwick, Brooklyn.

horizontal with Kenneth during this recording! My Horizontal Storytelling Pajama Party. Image by Valerie Zimmer Photography. February 2018


Links to Things:

Become a patron of the horizontal arts for access to ALL the episodes!

Kenneth’s Sex Ed video training courses: The Oral Course, The Squirting Course, The Penetration Course, & the Sex Hacker Bundle

For all things Kenneth, KennethPlay.com

Kenneth has instructional videos on Pornhub. Which makes him a porn star.

Back to the Body, Pamela Madsen’s sensual retreats for women, such as “The Art of Receiving”  


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

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[8:50]  Kenneth tells a story about being an Asian immigrant, and battling sexual insecurity.

Kenneth circa 1991, when he came to the U.S.

Kenneth: I remember moving here, when I was 11, that I felt like…

Asian male is so underrepresented, sexually, or as a athlete, or, you know, things like that that women are attracted to, and always, like, our sexuality is butt of the joke for penis size. So I grew up really thinking that, you know, I wasn’t good enough, like, if I don’t have a porn star cock, like, then I can’t have the sex life I want.

But I was always very… just into sexuality, and like most teenaged boy, I wanna get girls to like me, so if we are, if we are what we think about the most, I would be a pair of boobs. (Lila & the audience laugh)

So, but I had all this story that I would never go to a sex party: my cock is not big enough and people would laugh and all those things that came across my mind. So I got really dedicated to fitness and became a personal trainer, hoping that would really change my life and, if I’m really fit, people might really like me, and it helped a little bit when I got, you know, kind of master over my own body and able to work with client on that, but it never really changed the internal shame or or insecurity.

Muscle-competition fitness hacker Kenneth. Circa 2010

So in my late 20s, I was kind of fed up and go, Ugh, […] I really want to try things, but I’m afraid. So I went on one match.com date that really changed my life. I was telling her I’m not sure about monogamy; I’ve been in serial monogamy like, one or two year relationship that kind of end, that I was bored sexually— not necessarily with that person, I just like, crave so much novelty. So she told me there’s such things as sex parties and threesome; I was like no fucking way, this is, this is, (Lila laughs) this is what you see in porn and blahblahblah, and she’s like, “For real!” And we end up starting a relationship and I went to my first sex party actually, in Chicago. […]

So now I want you to imagine, I was like all this 30 years, of of sexual insecurity, I was like, giving myself coaching talk, you know, in the mirror, I was like, You could do this! It’s gonna be okay! And like, you know, I manscape, and I’m like doing all those things— (the crowd laughs)

 

manscape (verb) = a play on the word “landscape,” the act of trimming and / or shaving one’s pubic hair / body hair, particularly around the balls, but also possibly the chest, between the buttocks, etc.

 

— And I go like, like, thinking about people watching me and that like, anxiety really kills like like, you know, sexuality, and I remember, the day of, I had, like, shitloads of paperwork to do for, for a fitness project I was doing, a app I was developing at that time… and I, a friend gave me a Adderall; I’d never taken an Adderall in my life. […] Like at 10 o’clock in the morning I took it, and I was like This is AWESOME (Lila guffaws, the crowd laughs) and I’m like, working working working working, but that was the same night that we were going to the sex party, so I just want to get the work done, so I could chill and go. Little did I know that, you know what one of the side effect of Adderall is. You can’t get your dick hard.

Lila:  Ohhhhhh.

Kenneth:  So here I am at my first sex party, nervous as hell, walking in and my girlfriend go like, “I had this girl really thinks she likes you, that we met, we might have a threesome, like, I would help you navigate,” so I’m like really nervous and really excited to have, like my first threesome as well. And I walked in, and I was like, Okay, this is gonna happen. So I thought I was just anxious, right? Like I wasn’t really feeling aroused, because anxiety kills so much of pleasure… So, finally, both of them like wave me into the bed, and I was like, Okay! This is, this is, this is time. And then I looked down at my penis like, Why is it not working? (crowd laughs, Lila nnn’s sympathetically) It usually work! So, if you guys could see, I took out my little emoji uh uh—

Enjoying Kenneth’s tales at Horizontal Storytelling. Image by Valerie Zimmer Photography. February 2018

Lila:  Eggplant!

Kenneth:  Eggplant! And I’m like, Eggplant eggplant wake up! What’s wrong with you? And for those of you owns a penis in here, you know when you think about “your dick should get hard,” your dick don’t get hard. (crowd chuckles) So I was like, What’s wrong with me? And I keep thinking, Am I just nervous? Right? And then I was like, okay, let me just chill. I was kind of panicking. And I learned a lot about sexuality at that moment because anxiety, performance anxiety especially, it’s so psychological; I thought something was psychologically off that I could like— ‘cause I was a athlete for, for years, I could learn how to self-talk into motivation.

So I went to the bathroom and start like, slapping around a little bit. And I was having a George Costanza moment it’s like, I look like I just been to a pool for a really long time! Like, wake up! And, it didn’t work, and and it was weird for me, because when you’re by yourself, usually, you can make it happen because you eliminate some of the anxiety, so, so anyway I went back to that threesome, and it was kind of like, bittersweet, they were so nice to me. (Lila laughs) And I was able, like, give oral, oral sex, and not that all sex needs to be penis-focused or anything (knowing now) … but, I was really disappointed and I was like, Oh my God, all my nightmare that I thought about, all my life that when I cockblock myself, here I am, not cockblocking myself, like, going for it. It turned into the worst thing that I could imagine that happened. So I was like, Fuck! You know? But I’m always— my personality’s always been about overcoming stuff, so I’m like, giving myself, like a self-talk. So we walked out of the room, I was like, finally have a drink and chill a little bit.

I was like, Okay, so if this is the worst thing that could ever happen at a sex party, I have paid my dues. Right? It could only get better from here, so I was like, you know, like, I don’t want this experience to like, like, end my future! Because— that was my, my internal talk. So I remember walking in, there was a beautiful woman sitting there, and she’s very voluptuous and beautiful and she has these beautiful breasts, and I didn’t know how to people at sex party, I’m like, “Hi! I’ve never been here before!” […] Feeling really awkward. But at the end I was like, The worse has already happened. So I walked up to her and go, “Wow, your body is really beautiful. I really enjoy, like, looking at you.” And she’s like, “Oh, you like them, do you?” And I go like, (hesitantly) “I do…” and she’s like, “Oh hunny, come here!” and she just pulls my head and just put it between her bosom (Lila laughs, crowd giggles) and at that moment I was like, okay… I was like, What is happening? I, I love this! I am never gonna cockblock myself ever again!

Kenneth & the Centerfold. Image by Valerie Zimmer Photography. February 2018

That moment I realized that, you know, if you never develop the courage to ask… we talk ourself out of things so often, that I realized the person who rejected me the most was myself. So in that day, moving forward, I just stopped this habit of like, rejecting myself, because, some of my self-perception about who I am and my sexual worth, and about sexuality, is all off, there’s so much sexual myth out there, and throughout my entire, the last, sort of, 7 years, I’ve been growing and changing and evolving, that I really look back to that moment that I decided, you know, let me make one more decision, that would forward me, to the life that I want, and, was finding people who have the same desire so, that’s how my whole sex party life and career […] got started. From this epic eggplant-slapping episode. So that was story number one.

[16:56]  Kenneth tells a story about a sexual adventure in Hawaii involving Tinder, a dying cell phone, a hidden community, and minimalism. It begins:

Kenneth:  So now, fast-forward 7 years; I do a lot of sensual retreat with my mentor, Pamela Madsen, called Back to the Body, so I’ve been on the road, travelling from Hawaii to Tuscany to just different places. And it’s been amazing on this journey. I love having Tinder dates when I’m out there, because, the practice that we offer is one-way touch, so a lot of our sexual energy is giving one-way that way […] so I’m around arousal, but I have to manage mine. So it’s really actually important for me to have dates and adventure at those trips.

[17:35]  Hawaii is a much smaller mating market than New York…

[19:07]  They have community in common…

[19:53]  Arriving at her community…

[21:22]  How did she live?

[21:46]  Did they play?

[22:03]  What lesson did Kenneth learn?

[23:48]  Story #3 is a love letter that Kenneth was having trouble finding on his phone! So we took a little break, told some other stories, and came back to it.

horizontal with Kenneth Play at Horizontal Storytelling. This was only the second time horizontal was captured on video! Image by Valerie Zimmer Photography. February 2018


[24:28]  Lila reads a love letter (a kink letter?) Kenneth received from a woman he played with at his birthday party in 2017.

[25:13]  The letter:

I have no words. Thank you isn’t enough. Songs barely capture it, and I’ve been singing all morning. The facts are clear: you made me touch my clit in front of that whole room, while throat-fucking me. You made me wait to orgasm. You counted down from 20, and I was quivering— so happy, so alive, so embarrassed. I came three times with your cock in my mouth. You called your friend over and talked about something, ignoring me, while I kept squirming. You asked to play with me; you asked permission and I gave it. Something in your eyes said you would follow through. The air was hot and thick. I was watching your girlfriend in a cage. She was sucking a curvy brunette’s toe. I could not look away. Then I was on a mattress and your mouth was on my thighs, pussy, clit. You told me I was pretty, and a good slut. And I lost it. I could feel the people, the eyes, hear the moans, make out the blur of gorgeous bodies. Heat spreading. Wanting to cum, and cum for you, and all the men lurking. Then you put your fingers inside me and I squirted— Christ! I don’t know how many times it happened! Your wrist was drenched. You tied me to a chair— a throne in the middle of the room. I was bent over and spread, my glistening pussy exposed. You pulled out the nylon rope and I whimpered— I almost cried from excitement, fear. My thighs were quivering. You thanked me, then you traced your fingers up my thighs, my lower back, told me I was a good girl, and you would be back. I waited, staring at the chair. Spread so wide, feeling all the glorious space and eyes on me. I was burning up in shame, and joy. My breath came heavy and hot. I shook my head from side to side, giggling, shaking, my shoulders ached. My pussy flowed. Waiting. Then, I heard you. I peeked over my shoulder at the crowd, at the toys, tools. I want to see them, but can’t quite look at them. It begins. A crop, I think? You explain the rules, and I fall into your hands. There’s something with leather, pretty and purple, it has tails and fringe. I’m too ashamed to look at it. If you catch me; if the crowd sees me yearning for it, I can’t bear it. This is what I have always wanted. This is what I’ve always been afraid of. Look right through me, and see the inner slut. The cock-craving whore. I’m mewling, and trembling, my insides melty. You spank me, flog me, brush my back, and I am crying, I am yelling, I am wailing “Thank you Sir!” You tell me to stay here, to not check out. To feel it all. To stay in my subspace. This is subspace? Wow. I am truly enough. I am nothing. I am yours. I am a slut. I am dirty mucky shiny joy. There are no words, I sob. You have cracked me open. Everything I was afraid of, everything I’ve dreamed. I am so full, and then you fuck me. I cum and cum and cum and cry. I was so scared. I am so happy. My knees cave, and you tell me to kneel, and rest. You untie me and ask if I’d like aftercare. I would. You get me water. We cuddle and watch your girlfriend get fucked doggy style a foot from my head. Her ass is fucking gorgeous. A couple above me looks down at me. She tells me, “That was beautiful.” I nod, and cry happy tears. Thank you, Sir. I will never forget this.

Happy Kenneth at Horizontal Storytelling (during the massage interlude!). Image by Valerie Zimmer Photography. February 2018


69. average-sized penis: quickie with The Sex Hacker

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See that resting frown face on my mom as she slept See that resting frown face on my mom as she slept?

I’ve started to make that same face. I wake from a dream or a doze to find that I’m frowning. I touch my lips to make it stop. After a few moments, I discover that they are making the frown shape again. I can’t make it stop because I’m sleeping when I do it. I’ve started doing it when I’m not sleeping too. When I’m awake, I think it’s a cross between a grimace and a frown. A frimace? (I mean, it can’t be a grown. Or can it?)

I don’t really have that much to frown about anymore, except, I suppose, for the onslaught of fresh horrors perpetrated by the country I live in on the daily, the greed of the few and desperation of the many, the natural disasters that are frequenter and hotter and wetter and gnarlier as the earth continues its job of beginning to shake us off its back… yeah I guess there’s not much to frown about, really. 

I took Mom to FloridaRAMA because she had been complaining for months that she didn’t do anything anymore. She mentioned concerts, plays, ballets. But by the time the sun went down, she would be sundowning and wouldn’t want to go anywhere anyway. So that afternoon I decided to pick her up and take her on an outing — which was always a pain in the ass, and especially a pain in the ass to do solo. It involved going to her room and making sure she was dressed, convincing her to get dressed if she wasn’t, which was a laborious process, insisting that we needed to take the wheelchair which of course we did because she was falling all the time and brachiating (holding onto walls and less sturdy things like chairs, tables — at least, some nurse told me that this is what it’s called but the internet seems to only relate it to apes swinging from their arms to get from place to place) […]

Continued on horizontalwithlila dot substack dot com (the link is in my bio)
In the bathroom of the Italian restaurant after Da In the bathroom of the Italian restaurant after Dad’s cold rainy rural upstate funeral looking like a sad British clown / Nowhere, NY / April 12th, 2025

Right after my father died, there were Anthonys and Tonys everywhere. 

Suddenly everyone was called Tony and everybody else was talking about their Dad or playing songs about death. 

* Passing a girl on the street talking to her friend, and the only words you catch are “My dad had…” 
* Walking into your favorite gluten-free café, and they’re playing the Flaming Lips song “Do You Realize?”

Do you realize / that everyone you know / someday / will die?

* Realizing that the second title for Billy Joel’s song “Movin’ Out” is “Anthony’s Song.” I never truly registered this until I was trying to write one morning in a blessed cacao shop (yes, for real) and I paused to listen to the opener:

Anthony works in the grocery store
Savin’ his pennies for someday

* Ordering fries from the surfer guy at the beach shack on my pilgrimage to the ocean, when his co-worker shouts, “Hey Anthony!”

If you put this stuff in your feature film script, your screenwriting teacher would tell you it’s too pat, too predictable, “don’t put a hat on a hat.” (The Writer!)

It’s like that old quarters experiment on attention… you start looking for quarters on the ground, and suddenly, you see them everywhere.

The drugstores full of Father’s Day crap. Marketing emails about “Dads and grads.” Only one company sent an email that said, Hey, we know that Father’s Day time is tough for some people, so click this to opt out of all Father’s Day related emails.

Click. CLICK!

I wish I could click that link for the universe. No father stuff, please. No Dad shit. But there were quarters everywhere, of course, because the back of my mind was attuned to all things Dad.

{You can read the rest of the essay on Substack. Link in my bio, bb.}
Love Letter to New York, whom I miss so much 1. S Love Letter to New York, whom I miss so much

1. Straight out of a fitting for “The Deuce”?

2. Free Friday at @whitneymuseum 

3. Basquiat makes me feel like home

4. Madison Square Park photo op (irresistible)

5. Candid

6. Got to see the lovely @josescaro & @benbecherny ply their craft at @bricktheater 

7. Charming marquee!

8. Closing night vibes (not pictured: the succulent plant I brought in lieu of flowersof)

9. Chuck Close in the subway!

10. More subway Chuck Close!

11. Man Ray retrospective at the Met

12. Love a good silhouette

13. A rare VERTICAL bathroom portrait in one of the finest bathrooms of them all, at the lovely New Mexican food joint with the rainbow cookies Of My Dreams, @ursula_brooklyn 

14. My man is a photographer too. 🤩

15. Cannot. Resist. Photo Booth.
I wrote a list in 2020 titled “How to love me wh I wrote a list in 2020 titled “How to love me when I’m ... depressed”... and in this essay, I encourage you to write your own version (How to love me when I’m... anxious, How to love me when I’m... burned out, How to love me when I’m... in despair)...

And if you write one, how I would love to read it. (Or even learn about one of the items on your list, here in the comments).

Here’s an excerpt:

 “One of the characteristics of my depression (and most of my other tizzies, such as but not limited to anxiety, severe procrastination, adulting paralysis, etc.) is that while I’m in it I have no idea what — if anything — will help me get out of it.

It’s more like I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW TO GET OUT SO I’LL JUST HIDE UNDER THE COVERS UNTIL I WANT TO DO SOMETHING AGAIN CALL ME IN 6 MONTHS.

Ergo, therefore, if I’m in a state, and you ask me what I need, or what you can do, I may or may not have the wherewithal to tell you. Emphasis on the not. I may not even have the wherewithal to know.

And if I don’t know, how can I tell you?

I can’tdon’t, then.

If I’m not in a state I probably have plenty of things I could say but that’s when I don’t need the help so badly. (A lá it’s not the worst while you can still say the worst.)

As I mentioned in the subtitle: You don’t come with an operator’s manual. Your model came out of the fleshbox with zero instructions. And since no one possesses your operator’s manual, no matter how much they love you, you are going to be the supreme author, the expert on you, since you’ve been studying you your whole life. Please for the love of Pete & Ashleigh, do your people the great good turn of writing them some instructions. Triage options, if you will. Trust me when I say that they (nearly all of them) need it.

If you write it for them, they will have it when you need it.

This little list could, quite without exaggeration, save your life.”

The link to the whole essay is in my bio. (Join me on Substack darling!)

#substack #substackwriter #depressionandanxiety #communityiseverything
Love Letter to St. Pete @stpetefl Where we met, Love Letter to St. Pete @stpetefl 

Where we met, where we re-met ❤️‍🔥

1. An afternoon at @grandcentralbrewhouse with my handsome gentleman in @warbyparker 

2. Bb’s first @nineinchnails concert (okay, technically in Tampa) in @selkie & @viveylife . It was stellar. Trent sounds just like he used to and the projections were gorgeous!

3. Matching denim jumpsuits ( but his is a @onepiece )

4. The finest pizza in all the land (even with my dietary restrictions!) from @noblecrust (OMNOMNOMNOM)

5. He even makes doctor’s appointments fun.

6. I love matching him sooooo muchmuch. 

7. Just us and a zebra, nbd.

8. Theme Park joy

9. At the art show @wadastpete that my gentleman curated for his students. 🪐☄️🛸👽🚀✨
When I was a kid, I used to read myself to sleep. When I was a kid, I used to read myself to sleep. 

Actually, I don’t know when I stopped.

I read myself to sleep in my childhood bedroom, with a flashlight under the covers of a trundle bed (drawers filled to the brim with dress-up clothes) when my mom said it was too late to be awake. I checked out 25 books from the Freeport library at a time, filling the trunk of my parent’s car, and devoured them in weeks, partly from my perch in the flowering dogwood tree in our backyard (were the blooms ivory? or cherry blossom pink?), partly while curled up on an orange-and-yellow-ticked seat cushion I dragged down to the crawlspace in the basement — my “secret hiding spot,” which was neither secret nor hidden and so can only be termed a spot, armed with Oreos and flashlight, and the remainder under the covers before bed.

I suspect I knew more words then than I know now. There are still words like “vehement” that I’m only about 70% sure I know how to pronounce. I learned them in context. I can spell them. I can use them in a sentence! But am I saying them correctly? 

Unsure.

I read myself to sleep in high school, even though I had to get up unconscionably early to get bussed in to my magnet program — Pinellas County Center for the Arts — 35 minutes away from our sad little apartment. Like a magnet, @pcca_gibbs PCCA grabbed young artists from the whole county.

I had a major in high school, which is more usual now, from what I hear, but wasn’t so usual then, and what I majored in was called Performance Theatre (as opposed to Musical Theatre, the love of my life I never thought I was good enough for). 

I really wanted to go to the Fame school in New York — LaGuardia — but when I was 12 my Mom divorced my Dad and forced me to move to Flah-rida. So I went to PCCA instead. (To be honest, she probably wouldn’t have let me commute into the city to go to Fame even if we had stayed on Long Island.) 

Read the whole essay (link to Substack in my bio)!

#booknerdlife #readingforpleasure #readingrainbow
My man and I got our nerd on at @nerdnitestpete ! My man and I got our nerd on at @nerdnitestpete ! 

We had the opportunity to support my lovely, engaging, and compassionate Happiness Ambassador friend Adam Peters aka @mindmaprenovations as he changed some lives by teaching us how to begin developing a preference for positivity. I’ve seen him give this presentation a few times before, and this was the best one yet — and to the biggest crowd, over 300 human nerds!

I love us.

I consider it my sacred duty to paparazzi my friends when they do marvelous things, as I hope to have done unto me!

P.S. Applied to give a Nerd Nite presentation myself … fingers crossed bb’s! 

1. My gentleman is so handsome. (Also, I got this stellar skirt in excellent condition from my favorite thrift store with a cause @casapinellas !)

2. Toasties supporting Toasties! @dtsptoastmasters members: me, Steve Diasio, Dawn Cecil (two-time Nerd Nite Speaker alumni!), & Rick! (Not pictured here — but later in the carousel) Christian Carrasco.

3. Fit check baybeeee.

4. Caryn, Nerd Nite boss extraordinaire, introducing the evening.

5. Caryn introducing my friend Adam (did I yell “THAT’S MY FRIEND!” at the end? WHY YES I DID.)

6-10. Adam rocking the casbah.

11. Fellow Toastmaster Christian.

12. I love mein mann!

#nerdnite #nerdnitestpete
A woman approached me. We collaborated once, a yea A woman approached me. We collaborated once, a year prior, I think. Time is weird. She reached out both her hands.

“What a beautiful mourner you are,” she said.

I took her hands.

I think I said thank you.

She was referring, I suppose, to the gloves, the dress, the shoes, the lipstick, the earrings. 

But what does it mean, to be a beautiful mourner? 
What does it mean to mourn beautifully? 
To have good grief?

“My dad dropped dead,” I said, to get myself used to the shock of it. 

“My mother is dying,” I said, to reconcile myself to the fact of it. 

I don’t wear mascara anymore, because I cry every day.

People hugged me in airports, at rental car counters, in line for a sandwich. They hugged me in the TSA line. At the chiropractor. The grocery store. My father dropped dead, I told them. My mother is dying. I told them and they hugged me. I was glad I did. I was glad they did.

Sometimes, when people were truly asking, if I had the time, and I had the spoons, I repeated my litany of 2025. So they’d understand: it has been this kind of year. It seems that everyone has this kind of year at some point, or, devastatingly, at several points in a life — a maelstrom, a dervish, a crucible, a nexus, a whammy, a time — an Alexander’s-no-good-very-bad-terrible kind of year. 

There were so many months in February. So many years in April. So many decades in the first half of 2025. I didn’t want to become an adult, but 2024 made me, and 2025 sealed the deal. 

It’s amazing I managed to get this far without growing up.

READ the whole essay on Substack
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Love in La La Land 1. “So this is where they ke Love in La La Land

1. “So this is where they keep the LIGHT!” -SATC … At our first @lacma member preview, enjoying the majestically empty Geffen galleries before the permanent collections moves in.

2. Urban Light, and me (installation by Chris Burden)

3. A historic view at LACMA, never again to be seen!

4 - 13. Art, mostly part of the Digital Witness exhibit

14. Love at the @gettymuseum 

15. Queer exhibits! 

16. Sunset at the Getty with my love

#museumnerd #lacma #lacmamember #digitalwellness #thegetty #loveinlalaland
For you, when you need it, and for the people in y For you, when you need it, and for the people in your life, when they need it.

Here’s an excerpt from the essay:

[To read the whole thing, follow the link in my bio to my Substack (and subscribe there, darling)!]

My chiropractor called me out a few weeks back. 
He said, with his characteristic smile (he has nice little teeth), “I read your essay.”

“You did? Thank you for reading,” I began, genuinely surprised and moved.

“But I still don’t know what to say!” he admonished. “You only told us what not to say!” 

Then he gave me an enormous cashmere-scented candle in a plastic bag. 

This was not apropos of nothing. I mentioned that scent in the essay. 

That giant cashmere candle, so big it has not one but FOUR wicks, means something. And then he had to go and ruin it. (jk, jk, Dr. Brian!)

“Hang in there,” he said, at the end of our session.

I cringed a liddle. (That’s not a little, not a lot, it’s right in the middle, a liddle.)

But you see, he was completely right! I told him I’d give him a list! I hadn’t given him a list! So I began compiling. Every time someone said a thing that made me wince, it went on the list, which lead to Part 1: What NOT to say when someone dies.

Each time someone said a thing that felt like love, made me farklempt, I took a screenshot, and it went on the list. 

This is the farklempt list.

As I wrote in “what NOT to say,” the useful things people say are fairly varied (and tailored to the griever), while the un-useful things tend to be generic variations on a tired theme.
“what TO say” will be a living document, updated whenever I have something useful, or supremely un-useful, to add. Here we go.
Love in Louisville. 1. Photo credit to my love, Love in Louisville.

1.  Photo credit to my love, Zachary

2.  Selfie with Street Art by the windy, windy river

3.  Horsies! Street Art! (Do you know how much I love murals?!)

4.  Looking like an award-winning art teacher at the art teacher conference (ahem, he is the award-winning art teacher!), wearing a @riskgalleryboutique necklace & big fcking bow!)

5.  A Wizard interlude! What a delight to witness my friend @personisawake absolutely Rock @cm_louisville & inspire a roomful of humans

6.  When your love matches the art. 🖼️ *chef’s kiss*

7 & 8. Major interior design maxi inspo for my ADU reno from @21clouisville by @fallen_fruit 🌺🌷🌸🌻🌼💐🪷

9.  The crayon shirt, bow, and soft rainbow chiclet necklace style brought to you by my inner 6-year old!

#ilovelouisville #wizardry #creativemornings #21clouisville #21c
The video clip of me in the yellow dress and anthr The video clip of me in the yellow dress and anthropology-professor blazer is an excerpt from second iteration of my talk, “The Intimacy Equation,” which I first gave as part of the @bof VOICES conference, outside London in 2021. 

This rendition had a test-drive at my Toastmasters meeting last week. Imperfect, unrehearsed, delivered from bullet points with a slim little notebook in my hand… and yet, I have shared it with my paid subscribers over on Substack (link in bio) because I want to be a person who shares process, not just product.

(This is a bit of a coup for my recovering inner perfectionist, and I have to say, I’m a wee bit proud.)

I kept my fancy equation. 

But now I have a simple one, too. 

#toastmasters #publicspeaking #intimacycoach
More Chiro Office Portraits: 1. NY vibes in the 6 More Chiro Office Portraits:

1. NY vibes in the 6th borough

2. Googly eyes in @selkie 

3. Bossbitch even when she doesn’t get the grant

4. Started practicing yoga again did I tell you?

5. Big mad (but not at that yellow two-piece thrift score from @casapinellas !)

6. Sporty Spice (obsessed with that @tottobrand bag)

7. Grumpy girl, big bow

8. Resort style bb!

9. Sad girl lemonade

10. @selkie ballerina

11. Bridgerton on a no-makeup day (also @selkie )

12. The day I picked up my mother’s ashes (still haven’t opened them)

13. @temperleylondon & mourning
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Funeral ( A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Funeral (excerpt)

It was the night before Craig’s memorial, and I had an audition due. 

It was a feature film audition, due at 11am Pacific / 2pm Eastern. This happened to be squarely during the memorial. I was playing an elementary school teacher, and so when I packed in a whirl for New York, I grabbed my crayon shirt and a giant hair bow and figured surely I’d be able to wangle a human into helping me with my self-tape. New York is my hometown! So many potential wangles! Right?

Two nights prior, out with my friend @kristianndances , no stranger to auditions herself, I had an invitation to her Brooklyn apartment to get’er’done, but, you see, I didn’t have the shirt with me. And friend, if you pack your crayon shirt to audition for Miss Kelly the elementary school teacher then frankly, no other shirt will do.

Since I was staying with another friend, I asked him to help me, but he wasn’t available until the morning. 

The morning of the memorial. 

{ continued on horizontalwithlila.substack.com }
Just out here looking like the Pride Statue of Lib Just out here looking like the Pride Statue of Liberty.

Remember, I promised the good people of @stpetefl that if they gave me another limited edition Pride flag, I would wear it as a dress. @stpetepride 

AND SO I HAVE.

The Pride Market at Grand Central today was full of rainbows and swag and glitter, just the way I like it.

I love us all.

And I look forward to the day when all any of us need, is love. Because we’ve got plenty of that to go around.

#stpetepride #stpetefl
POV: When your friend is one of the great young ja POV: When your friend is one of the great young jazz guitarists, but you haven’t seen him play in a decade (except for that time last month when he accompanied you to sing at your mother’s funeral). What a mensch. What a band!

#natenajar
I’m just gonna leave this here. My fave sign at I’m just gonna leave this here.

My fave sign at @blackcrowcoffeeco 

Apropos of Everything.

#stpetepride 
#transrightsarehumanrights 
#blacklivesmatter 
#notinourname
Excerpt: You can even make a difference through sm Excerpt: You can even make a difference through small acts of resistance, ones that annoy or befuddle the evildoers, like witty and nonsensical emails to awful government agencies, clowns showing up outside imm!gration hearings, giant group dances in front of vile businesses. We can find a thousand little ways to gum up the works. Bonus to you if it makes you laugh. Bonus to everyone if it makes others laugh. The Resistance doesn’t have to be stodgy. 

We, like the Dark Side, can have cookies. 
We, unlike the Dark Side, can have joy.
But we MUST PROTEST in some fashion.

When I protest, I don’t want to do so by:

- Shaming the physical appearance of the evildoer
- Slut-shaming the evildoer
- Shaming their nationality, sexuality, identity, profession
- Talking about what they smell like
- Threatening murder or castration or people’s families

I completely understand why we do this, or at least, I think I understand why we are tempted to do this. We want to bully the bully, thinking that’s the only way he’ll understand. But the truth is that he’s probably not going to understand, whether or not we stoop to the low ground. He’s not going to understand because he is likely a sociopath. 

But we’re not doing it for him. We’re not pr0testing for him. 
We are pr0testing for Ian in Iowa who is a bit messed up and kind of confused and doesn’t really get the impact that this is having on, say, WOMEN, who opens up his news app and sees thousands upon thousands of, let’s just say women, pr0testing with signs, and maybe he goes, hm, why might they be pr0testing when they could be home having pancakes? Why might that be? And maybe Ian gets a little more informed that day about the plight of, hell, let’s say, women, and maybe just maybe he starts to act a wee bit differently, and then the whole butterfly effect thing is possible.

When pr0testing evildoing in its many many oppressive forms, I want to focus on their harmful ACTIONS, and CHOICES. 

I want them to rot for being rotten.

I’m interested in dismantling their ARGUMENTS
Proving false their IDEOLOGIES
Laying bare their HYPOCRISIES
Exploiting their INCONSISTENCIES
Disproving their FALSEHOODS

Cont’d on Substack
I want to share with you something in the famous @ I want to share with you something in the famous @elizabeth_gilbert_writer speech on creativity. It’s one of the most famous @ted talks in the world, and she talks about how ideas come to people. 

The way that I, that ideas come to me, is I will get a line of something and then I will get another line, and then I get nervous because I, if I get a third line, I might be okay, but the fourth line is gonna push the first line completely out. And it’s gone. 

So I have to, I have to get my, to my paper. I have to get to my paper and I have to write it down or, or, or whatever it is, my notes app in my phone, anything. I have to get it down or I’ll lose it. 

She talks about @tomwaits the famoso musician, driving in his car and a bit of melody comes to him. And he goes, “Can’t you see I’m driving? If you wanna exist, go bother somebody else. Go bother Leonard Cohen or somebody.” 

I don’t suggest you talk to your creativity that way, because as Elizabeth Gilbert likes to say, it is like a cat and it doesn’t understand you and your face looks funny when you do that. 

[4 of 5] 

The speech is available in bits here, or in its entirety on my horizontal with lila Substack — link in my bio. Love you. Go make art.
These are a few of my notebooks from over the year These are a few of my notebooks from over the years. Here are a few more. You’re invited to flip through them. These are my (not so private anymore) ideas, thoughts, classes, poems. I have no idea what you’re looking at. I don’t even remember most of what’s in these notebooks. But they’re there, because I captured them.

Anybody have a date in theirs? There should be dates. Can you call it out? 

[people call out dates]

So this is my work! Beginning in 2009 was the, the earliest date. There is so much that comes out of a creative brain, and I know that your brain is not dissimilar. I know that you are all creative beings.

One of my favorite books on creativity, and I don’t know if it’s been mentioned tonight because sadly I missed the first part, but it is a book called “bird by bird.” 

Oh, I didn’t mention it, but I love that book. 

By Anne Lamott. Are you the only one who’s read it? Has anybody else read this book? “bird by bird” It is one of only two books on creativity I would actually recommend. Otherwise, I would recommend you just go out and make stuff. 

In this book, she says, and I have carried this quote with me because I have been this way throughout... I mean, it must be... it’s, it’s my entire remembered life, it could be as young as 5 years old, a perfectionist. She says, “Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor. It will keep you cramped and insane your entire life.” 

The voice of the oppressor. 

I think about that all the time. I do not want to be oppressed. No! Viva la revolución! You know, I don’t want that for myself. And so I have been internally oppressing myself. Most of what you see in these books, and that’s not all of them, right? And that’s only from 2009. Most of what you’ve seen in these books has not seen the light of day. 

[3 of 5] Full “Are you an artist, tho?” video & transcript on Substack

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