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93. keep fucking / infinite love party: quickie with the [boundless artist] behind {my lingerie play}

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Diana Oh & Company in {my lingerie play}. QUEER THE WORLD


 

93. keep fucking / infinite love party: quickie with the [boundless artist] behind {my lingerie play}

This is a podcast about intimate relationships of all kinds. It’s Slow Radio, consensual eavesdropping. It’s us lying down, sharing secrets, in your ears. Each full-length recording is between 3 and 5 hours long, divided into two episodes. Part one: available in all the podcast places.

Review their show; Buy them a sex toy.

Diana:  I came up with this theory that it’s like, for every review, that a heterosexual white cisgendered critic writes about a queer Person Of Color’s work: That critic owes them a sex toy. Like that is a reparation! That’s like reparative damage. For all the triggering shit you say, all the stuff that keeps us caged, all that like—

If you are not in the business of liberation with me, then like, just get the fuck out of my way.

Lila & Diana during this recording, at the horizontal storytelling pajama party. Image by Valerie Zimmer Photography. February 2018



horizontal with lila is a podcast about intimate relationships of all kinds. It’s Slow Radio, consensual eavesdropping. It’s us lying down, sharing secrets, in your ears.

Each full-length recording is between 3 and 5 hours long, divided into two episodes. Part one: available in all the podcast places. Part two: available exclusively to patrons of the horizontal arts. And at the very end of the part twos, I ask my guest to tell me a story…

Occasionally, I release a quickie episode. A quickie is just the story (or in this case, stories, as she was feeling inspired).

This particular quickie episode was recorded live at my horizontal storytelling pajama party of February 2018.

Hellohhh Diana!

In this quickie, I lie down with Diana Oh. Diana Oh is a Force.

An instigator, an activist, an actress, a musician, a singer, a creator of myriad kinds.

She is an Interpreter, and also, a Maker – a sensual, gutsy, and glorious queer theatre-maker, happening-curator, and music-creator. Since Diana uses both she and they pronouns, I will use them interchangeably.

They are the architect of {my lingerie play}, a series of installations, performances, and concerts profiled in places like Upworthy and The New York Times, which includes public declarations of lingerie, body positivity, and standing for the right to walk down the fucking street without being harassed.

Recently they hosted a series of slumber parties  – can you see why she’s a woman after my own heart?! – and called them The Infinite Love Party. I love that. I love that so much.

I’ve had a horizontal sleepover in the works for a while, and this coming Sunday, September 29th from 5-8pm at Hacienda Studio in Brooklyn, I’m hosting:

horizontal + chill: #notaplayparty

It’s a 3-hour sleepover!

We’ll have connection games, a cheeky film screening, massage toys, a hot tub, and surprises (which may or may not include a serenade or two). And, you know, things like this might happen.

It tastes better when they feed it to you. Intimacy Warriors Photoshoot. Image by Valerie Zimmer Photography. July 2018


I first saw Diana perform in a staged reading of a musical over a decade ago, in a teeny tiny black box theatre in the very West Village. I don’t remember the plot. I don’t recall the music. I  only vaguely remember who I was with. What I *do* have memory of, vividly, viscerally, is Diana’s sensuality. As she sang and flipped her hair to the side and cocked her head, smiled and rocked her body to the beat, her sensuality penetrated every crevice of that space….. and I wondered, “Do I want to be her? Do I want to kiss her?”

I mean…


I think what I admire the most about Diana is her refusal to color in the lines of your medium. Her whole career seems to say, “Why can’t these things go together? Obviously they fucking can. I’m gonna put them together and see what happens.”

 

 

Is it a play?

Is it a concert?

Performance art?

An installation?

A happening?

 

 

Yes. Yes it is.

Find all things Diana at dianaoh.co (It rhymes.)

For the visuals, point yourself to her Instagram: oh yea Diana

(As usual, everything will be linked in the blog post on horizontalwithlila.com)

You can be a part of her multidisciplinary glory by becoming her patron at Patreon.com/dianaoh

 

And in order to receive access to all the part two episodes of horizontal, as well as a personal Happy Dance video and monthly intimacy tips, become a patron of the horizontal arts by navigating directly to Patreon.com/horizontalwithlila.

Become a Patron!

You have to navigate there directly from the link, or type it in perfectly to your web browser, because unlike Diana (lucky!) I am relegated to the ghetto of sex-positive creators on Patreon.

It doesn’t matter if we are providing sex ed. It doesn’t matter if our work is not explicit. It doesn’t matter if we hide all our content and only make it available to patrons, as I have done, after they froze my account last year— Patreon hides our profiles and makes it impossible to search for our work, because we are categorized as “adult” creators.

So, in order to support our sensual, sensory work, find us on Patreon.com/dianaoh … And Patreon.com/horizontalwithlila:

{my lingerie play}

In this quickie, Diana tells us stories about queer liberation, reparations, sex in a theatre, and inviting a roomful of NPR subscribers out on a date.

Until next time: may you have someone to love, something to do, and something to look forward to. This week, I’m looking forward to experimenting with co-working at The Wing, and seeing some immersive theatre!

Now! Come lie down with us at horizontal storytelling, in Bushwick, Brooklyn.

{And thank you for getting horizontal.}

horizontal with Diana Oh at the horizontal storytelling pajama party. Image: Valerie Zimmer Photography. February 2018


Links to Things:

Diana’s website, for all things Diana Oh

Her Instagram, ohyeadiana

Her Patreon, to support her Radical Independent Queer Visceral Badass Important Work

{my lingerie play} specifically — a New York Times critic’s pick

Get your tickets for this Sunday night’s horizontal + chill!


Show Notes (if you share, please link to the post or the Patreon!):

[8:31]  {my lingerie play}

[9:27]  The Super Sexy Hot Enthusiastic Consent workshop segment of the show

Diana:  Part of the concert— there’s a section in it where we do these Super Sexy Hot Enthusiastic Consent workshops— 

 

enthusiastic consent (noun) = the clear, explicit agreement — mutual, keenly-expressed, freely-given in sound mind, and revocable at any time — to engage in an act (often, a sexual and/or kinky one), free of coercion, manipulation, physical force, or deception.

 

— And I bring an audience member on stage who raises their hand, volunteering to make out with me on stage. And I walk them through consent. And we like, do it, and it’s hot, and we make out. And… it’s… best time of my life.

Read this Instagram post. Talk about holding complexities. #dialecticalintelligence

[9:54]  On stage make-out with JonLeeAlex

[10:25]  Diana unicorns with JonLeeAlex & RobynBillieSam

[11:41]  On being a sex-positive theatre maker & the sterility of modern theatre.

Diana:  I have to say, being a sex-positive theatre maker is, holding so many complexities and so many different identities, and they’re— it’s so at odds with each other… that I’m constantly like, I have— like I just don’t know where I fit in to the theatre world, because I… I think that it’s, it’s become, sterile in so many ways, and when I read theatre critique, I’m like, They have sterilized it.

[12:07]  {my lingerie play} was a New York Times critic’s pick. Reviews poured in from cis white men on Diana’s work.

Diana:  And all these reviews were coming out, and all this positive stuff was happening, you know, and like The New York Times Critics Pick thing happened. And, and I was still having this problem with all these like, cisgendered, heteronormative writers— white. Writing about my work, as a queer, nonbinary, femme-presenting artist of color. And it— when you have people from a different paradigm writing about your work…

 

heteronormative (adjective) = characterizing or relating to a societal worldview in which heterosexuality, and the customs, behaviors and practices surrounding it (e.g. marriage), is considered the acceptable, preferred, and normal way.

queer (noun) = the Q in LGBTQ, a person who either rejects sexuality labels entirely, or identifies outside of heteronormativity, the gender binary, binary genitalia, and/or the sexual spectrum. For example the spectrum could include Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Pansexual, Polysexual, & Heterosexual, and Asexuality may exist outside of those identities.

 

[12:36]  A theory on the reparations owed queer POC (Person Of Color) theatre-makers by the hetero- cis- white men who review their work!

Diana:  I came up with this theory that it’s like, for every review, that a s— heternor— that a heterosexual white cisgendered critic writes about a queer Person Of Color’s work: That critic owes them a sex toy. (Lila and the audience giggle) Like that is a reparation! That’s like reparative damage. For all the triggering shit you say, all the stuff that keeps us caged, all that like— If you are not in the business of liberation with me, then like, just get the fuck out of my way.

[13:56]  How Diana reclaimed her space in the theatre.

Diana:  I just thought: The only way I can claim my space, and reclaim my space, is by actually claiming my space, and I need to fuck on stage.

I mean. Image by Valerie Zimmer Photography. February 2018


[15:57]

Diana:  I do feel like every time I have sex, it’s a radical act of queering space and liberation and all that good stuff! So: Keep Fucking, is the moral of that story.

[16:27]  Story #2: How Diana turned an audience into a dating pool. 

Diana:  I’m looking for a hot date.

[17:25]  What does hot sex mean? Lila tries to define it for herself.

Lila:  So I’m a little bit on the demisexual spectrum. So to be— to be connected with someone in a way that is beyond the physical, that feels either… cosmic or emotional or energetic… in a way that there’s something else vibrating besides my physical features. That’s hot sex to me.

Diana:  Agreed… agreed. (Diana, Lila, & the audience laugh)

[19:07]

Diana:  I just ended up passing out my number to people that I thought were sexy. And the result of the post-it experiment is…

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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
SUBSCRIBE through the link in my bio and make my day, darling 

💋 

#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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