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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Big Love,
Lila

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Use your suffering. Don’t waste it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

horizontalwithlila dot substack dot com

Or click the link in my bio, bb}

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

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

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

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

Dear Young Man I Dated in 2016,

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

It is this:

Politics are about people and the planet.

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

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

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

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

#okboomer 

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

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

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

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

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

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

So is joy.

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

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

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

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

Link in my bio.

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

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

Only two criteria for membership!

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

But for real.

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

“Plot twist,” somebody said.

That’s funny.

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

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

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

“What’s the harm?” they said. 

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

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

horizontalwithlila dot substack dot com

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

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

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

We are the playthings of the gods.

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

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

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

Thanks @jujubumble 

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

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

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

I have no regerts.

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

February was: 

setting up temporary-house in FL

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

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

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

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

Happy International Women’s Day. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

In Steve’s words: 

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

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

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

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

In the closet.

#immersiveexperience 

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Busy? Low on bandwidth? No time to read the whole Busy? Low on bandwidth? No time to read the whole piece?

TL,DR: Don’t ask. OFFER.

Don’t ask. Offer.

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

Link to my Substack in my bio.

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

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

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

Let the people know.

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

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

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

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

Atonement.

Independence.

Rights.

Holocaust remembrance.

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

Think about love, will you?

What kind do you have?

What kind do you want?

And:

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

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

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

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

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

Would not recommend. 
Would not wish on anyone.

Back in Florida. Mother descending into dementia and decrepitude. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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