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

in episodes on 27/04/18

This is Joe at his wedding.


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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

Lila:  Oh my God, early horizontal.

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

Lila:  Since the 90s!

Joe:  You’re talking to O.G.

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

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

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



Joe and his greatest accomplishment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

the paper anniversary

the nose couple

and…

the vanilla episode

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

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

horizontal with joe mccue in Bangor, Maine


Links to Things:

Patron of the horizontal arts!

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

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


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

iTunes link: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/horizontal-with-lila/id1238031115&ls=1

website link: https://horizontalwithlila.com/

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

Joe, mostly obscured by pumpkins, at Treworgy Farm.


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

[10:47]

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

Lila:  They used “peepee” for vagina?!

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

Lila:  Genitalia, absolutely—                                                                 Joe:  Yeaaah.

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

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

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

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

Lila:  Boys in showers feeling awkward?

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

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

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

Lila:  You still have it?!

Joe:  Mmhm, yeah. It’s in this house.

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


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

[15:22]

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

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

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

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

[18:03]  Getting horizontal with Lila since… 

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

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

[21:17]

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

[22:48]  Joe on morals vs. ethics.

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

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

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

[26:14]

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

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

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

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

Joe:  Mmhm.

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

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

[28:08]

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

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

Lila:  Wiry, tense person?

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

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

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

Joe:  Wiry is the word.

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

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

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

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

[31:17]  Joe on his older brother.

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

Lila:  To you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lila:  Hm… That’s lovely.

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

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

Joe:  Mmhm.

Lila:  How come?

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

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

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

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

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

[37:02]  Joe on fatherhood.

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

[39:43]  Joe on Finn.

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

[41:02]  Joe on doctoring.

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

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

[43:32]

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

Lila:  Ohhh, Neil.

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

Lila:  (gasps) On the lips?!

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

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

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

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

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

[47:20]

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

Lila:  Brassy.

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

Lila:  Was she also a virgin?

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

Lila:  (quietly) Oh my God.

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

Lila:  She was traumatized—

Joe:  She had a lot of trauma.

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

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

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

Joe:  (beat) I considered them different levels.

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

Joe:  (overlapping) I’m only meaning—

Lila:  — penetrative sex.

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

Lila:  It was physically painful for her?

Joe:  Yeah.

Lila:  Were you not using lube?

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

Lila:  Yeah. No.

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

Lila:  I know.

Joe:  What the hell do we know?

Lila:  I know.

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

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

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

Lila:  And you didn’t get that.

Joe:  No. Not at all.

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

[55:50]

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

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

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

[1:00:32]

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


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

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

 

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

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


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


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


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


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


And THAT’s what’s horizontal.

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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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#substackwriters #goodgrief
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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