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124. this horizontal is a ritual: mash-up with a wizard podcast [2 of 2]

in episodes on 19/02/21

This is my Wizard friend, Devin Person, as seen by Mark Shaw Studio.


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Lila:  I am a Love Warrior. I have these tools, and I have trained, I have trained my heart by opening it up again and again and again, and being interested, and opening myself to desire, and taking risks, and allowing myself to be hurt! And allowing myself to experience joy! And excitement, and heartache and grief and figuring out, how to carry that. Because I don’t believe that heartache is the worst thing in the world! And I think that we are here to connect! And that all efforts towards connection… are worth it!

Devin:  And I’m gonna tie it all back together; it goes beyond connection ‘cause you actively engaged with that 12 year-old, and really listened, but also it feels like, responded to, and had your adult voice in the conversation. It wasn’t just “Let’s hear from the inner child,” it’s, “Let’s talk about this together.”

Lila:  And that’s the self-intimacy. Because when I say “intimacy” I don’t only mean connection with others. I mean seeing yourself, and being deeply seen by yourself, as well.



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This is the second installment of my mash-up with Devin Person’s this podcast is a ritual.

In part one, titled “this ritual is horizontal,” I told Devin the story of my friend Jon, Hamilton & the Hondalorian, and we talked about phone calls vs. video calls, the sort of friends you play reruns with and those you chart new territory with, digital communication & its nutrients, resilience, rejection, & confidence, the joy of sexting,  the Seamlessification of dating, and icing on Tinder.

In part two, “this horizontal is a ritual,” we discuss:

  • a bit of ghosting wizardry
  • dating reviews
  • self-holds
  • & parenting our inner child.

I tell Devin my story of being photographed nude in a nest, and the miserable sexy dance party that followed.

Devin invites me to suggest creative approaches to making virtual communication more pleasurable, and then conjures for us a 3-point spell for alchemizing connection across distance.

Through the Magic of the interwebz, come lie down with us again in Canggu, Bali, Indonesia, Louisville, Kentucky, and wherever you find yourself horizontal.

Pre-recording selfies in an era when we could be horizontal in the same place at the same time. Two of my Season 3 horizontal episodes: 85. well-hung psychedelic sex wizard / no hookups, & 86. you’re trying to porn sex me, feature Devin & his Best Wiz, Kevin!


Links to Useful Things:

Devin’s Wizard website

Devin’s Wizard Instagram

Twinpowerment on Instagram for Self-holds

Devin has been exploring Internal Family Systems

My all-time favorite question game: Gravitas, the little box of big questions

A question game I’ve enjoyed on several major holidays at the Villa: Vertellis, which literally translates to, “Tell Me More!”

Spy article on the Best Sex Gifts for Long-Distance Relationships

Lila was photographed nude in a life-sized nest as part of Debbie Baxter’s The Nest Project


Show Notes:

(if you quote from this resource, please link back to this post or the horizontal Patreon!)

[3:41 – 7:03]  Lila tells a story about a bit of ghosting retaliation & Devin dubs it wizardry

[7:09]  Lila & Devin discuss rating lovers on a fictional Uber-like dating app (on the Amazon TV show Upload)

[9:28 – 16:04]  Lila on literally holding yourself, & Devin on Internal Family Systems

Lila:  Since most of us — if we are un-partnered, if we are not living with people who touch us and whom we touch — are not getting the touch that we desire, or, require, as my friend Jeremy’s mom, who’s a psychotherapist says, “You need 8 hugs a day just to feel normal,” and it’s like, who gets that, even in pre-pandemic times? You know, very very few people are getting 8 hugs a day. So imagine that deficit, you know, that touch deficit, and skin hunger that people are running on, throughout their whole lives, which I believe, creates a whole host of issues, and irritability and, inability to sleep and all kinds of disease … but, if we are unable to get touch, currently, from others, then giving it to ourselves becomes a matter of vital importance. There are these women that I follow on Instagram — their handle is @twinpowerment, — and they do these s— very simple videos, of self-holds, where, your hands are both on yourself, right, and so you’re creating a circuit, of, care. So if you’re thinking about things in a yogic sense, right, in a energy center or chakra sense, the hands are connected to the heart, so the heart goes all the way out through the arms and through the hands. So you’re creating a circuit that goes from your heart, back into you, and, for many years, I’ve used two hands over the center of my chest, of my sternum, in order to calm myself down when I felt rejected or jealous or, heartbroken or grief-stricken. Or in emotional pain. Others that I’ve seen them share, like one hand on either of your cheeks, right, like you’re, like you’re cradling your own face. One hand on your forehead and one hand cradling the base of your skull, at the back. So I think these, these self-holds are incredibly powerful, and necessary, for when we’re not getting the touch that would be the real ice cream. This might be the space ice cream, that has the vitamins (giggles) that we— that can get us by.

Devin:  Huh, that’s interesting — how, how, you’ve been experimenting with them? And how do they make you feel afterwards?

Lila:  The hands over the heart… has a sense of taking care of my inner little girl… and mothering myself. Essentially telling myself that it’s gonna be okay; things are gonna be alright. That we will, come through this, and that, I will never abandon, my little me. That I will always show up for my little me, or if there is an instance in which I am unable to do so, I will make amends to myself. And my little, me…

horizontal & holding my self @ The Confetti Project‘s June Open Studios. Photo by Jelena Aleksich


Devin:  That’s beautiful; that’s one of the things that I’ve been reflecting a lot on this year — I’ve been doing Internal Family Systems therapy, which is all about, talking to the different parts that you have inside of you and learning how to get them together. And I was running into these moments where I was like, Okay! I’ve identified the part like, I’ve heard what it had to say, like, why am I still feeling this way and bothered? Shouldn’t I have the epiphany and then the problems melt away? And I was at a bonfire for the solstice and I was sitting across from someone, and we were all like, giving our like, New Year’s speeches, and, this person said something that just really resonated with me about how this year she had learned to be a parent to her inner child, and I was like, Oh my God, that’s what I’ve been missing, it’s not just that I hear them, you’re heard, you’re a ghost and now your spirit is free, like stop haunting me! It’s like, Oh! I get to be the parent to you, and so that means both stepping into that role of giving the attention and nurturing that that part feels like it was lacking, but also, being a parent where it’s like, “No, you don’t get to have a temper tantrum in the middle of dinner, like, that’s not what we’re doing right now.” And having some guidelines and boundaries and parameters that you use to work with these parts — that’s been a totally different concept where I think it, it’s similar to that idea of like, holding yourself, of, yeah it’s, it’s learning how to, even when you’re alone, get along with others, and the others are, just, yourself. 

Lila:  Mmmm. Madison Young talks about actual parenting, in-life parenting, as a process of re-parenting yourself at that age.

Devin:  Yeah.

Lila:  Almost all of us have these stories about how our parents did it wrong. And how we wished they had done this, or how they had been unable to show up in the way that we desired them to do. And, we cannot change that experience, that experience happened….. We could reframe … but, I think the more effective, more powerful thing … is to … be able to talk to ourselves, and step into that— most of us want this kind, loving, firm, taking care of things, parent. And figuring out how to, offer that voice to ourselves. I have done some visualization about myself at the most tender ages that I remember, the most fraught ages. And still, every time I think about myself, particularly at age 12, I just — and I visualize, you know, close my eyes and visualize myself in my pre-teen room I just wanna cry, you know, I just wanna ….. I feel her pain so much. Actually this is related to the story I was going to tell you later when you asked me for a story. 

[16:39]  Lila makes suggestions for connecting more joyously (and effectively!) across the digital divide

Lila:  Like with any group of people who meet regularly, it’s likely that your pandemic pod, your household, gets into conversational grooves, from which it’s hard to deviate. 

One of the things I love the most, is to play question games with people. A few of my favorites are: Gravitas, the little box of big questions, Vertellis, a game I’ve played on several major holidays at the Villa, which literally translates to, “Tell Me More,” and the card-free improvisational Hot Seat Game, where multiple people direct their attention to one person, and ask anything and everything they feel curious about, especially the things that they wouldn’t typically ask. You can ask follow-up questions in Hot Seat, but first, the response when someone answers your question is always, “Thank you.” I like playing Hot Seat with a timer. Five minutes per person, for example. Once you get into it, it probably won’t feel like enough! These games are invaluable to me because you are likely to share and learn things about those close to you that otherwise wouldn’t arise in the, what they call here in Bali, the “new normal,” or what I’m thinking of as, your pandemic paradigm.

Also in the realm of games, many board games have apps these days, either stand-alone apps or bundles like Jackbox Games. My favorite game to play lately is a word game called Codenames. I love games where you have to try and guess somebody’s sense of humor (like What’s Your Meme) or try to guess associations that they have (like Fishbowl).

Another playful way to connect across distance is to watch a movie together and Mystery Science Theatre it out loud (or in the comments) on Zoom. Or to watch a stand-up special together.

If you’re looking to connect with a lover long-distance, there are toys that allow one partner to have a remote control that operates the other partner’s sex toy!

And lastly, for this interlude, what if we returned to the Fireside Chats of radio days. I am told, in my parents’ youth, families would gather around a radio in the living room, and listen to the same program at the same time. What if we did that with podcasts? What if they weren’t just a solitary, in-earbud endeavor, but a communal one, if we just shifted our listening style from solo to group? What if people treated podcasts like their TV series — deciding to binge one together, or waiting until your listening-mate was available to hear the latest episode?

What if?

[19:50 – 29:42]  Lila tells a story of getting photographed nude in a life-sized nest as part of Debbie Baxter’s The Nest Project, the miserable sexy dance party that followed, and the mantra, “Don’t disassociate, don’t crumble, don’t leave” aka the path of the Love Warrior

The Artist, Debbie Baxter & I. The Nest Project. Ubud, Bali, Indonesia. 2020


Lila: I’d been living in Bali a few months when somebody in Portland reached out to me and said, “I know someone you should know. She’s living in Bali. She creates life-size nests, and photographs people in them naked,” I was like “I need to know this person!” (chuckles) “Whoever she is, I need to know her.” Her name is Debbie Baxter. […] And I participated in her Nest Project. 

I came to the studio where she had the nest —  sometimes she does it on a beach; sometimes she does it in the jungle, in this case it was in a studio in a, kind of multipurpose space called Magic, which has a restaurant, a performance space, and a yoga shala and a library, and a jewelry store, and all these, all these things! And a little gallery. So I showed up to this little gallery, and sat with Debbie. And the first thing she does, is interview you. Because each photograph is accompanied by a story. And she interviews you about what you’re bringing to the nest. What she means is: 

What are you carrying? 

What’s heavy? 

What are you, what are y—  what load are you carrying from your childhood, or from your history, that you wanna take into the nest with you, in service of some kind of healing. Or some kind of transformation or catharsis. 

So we talked a lot about my mother. We talked about, my lack of memories before the age of 12. We talked about the divorce and, my difficulty growing up as a teenager in my mother’s house. And, she had me pull out of my history, three ages that felt particularly — tender or rife with energy and emotion. One of them was 3, which is when I had been spending a lot of time in my mother’s country of Brazil, and then they brought me back home. And apparently I was very unhappy about that. When I was 12, which is when my parents got divorced, and my mom moved me down to Florida, where I did not want to live. And when I was 16, which is, before I was able to get out of my mother’s house and I felt so so so trapped.

A lot of my thoughts in that interview focused on the 12 year-old, and, she had me do that visualization, where I thought of myself in my room.

A lot of my thoughts in that interview focused on the 12 year-old, and, she had me do that visualization, where I thought of myself in my room. When I was 12 I had magazine cutouts, and pictures pasted all over my wall. I had a twin bed, a lot of books. And I visualized, with her guidance, going and sitting next to myself, as I am now, with my 12 year-old self, and I of course wanted to cry and I began crying and she asked if I wanted to put my arms around her, and I did, and so I, in my mind’s eye, put my arms around my 12 year-old self. And I did a lot of weeping; I was wearing mascara, and I went into the bathroom after the interview and I saw that it had created tracks down my cheeks. My eyes were red, wet, eyelashes. My nose was swollen and rosy. And I just left it like that; I didn’t wash my face. My hair got all frizzy. I had done it up in curls; it was now just a— a big, frizzy… Amazonian mess. And I got in the nest, nude, like that, and she photographed me. 

Devin:  That sounds like the right way to get into a nest. I mean.

[29:42]  Devin & Lila on the fire of rejection

Devin:  The risk of rejection is the price that we pay for playing around and trying to win the affections of others.

Lila:  And that I, I can handle it. And that’s how I came out of it was like, I am a Love Warrior. I have these tools, and I have trained, I have trained my heart by opening it up again and again and again, and being interested, and opening myself to desire, and taking risks, and allowing myself to be hurt! And allowing myself to experience joy! And excitement, and heartache and grief and figuring out, how to carry that. Because I don’t believe that heartache is the worst thing in the world! And I think that we are here to connect! And that all efforts towards connection… are worth it!

Devin:  And I’m gonna tie it all back together; it goes beyond connection ‘cause you actively engaged with that 12 year-old, and really listened, but also it feels like, responded to, and had your adult voice in the conversation. It wasn’t just “Let’s hear from the inner child,” it’s, “Let’s talk about this together.”

Lila:  And that’s the self-intimacy. Because when I say “intimacy” I don’t only mean connection with others. I mean seeing yourself, and being deeply seen by yourself, as well.

[31:55]  Devin conjures us a 3-point spell for How to Engage Across Distance

Devin Person, my favorite wizard. Image by Mark Shaw Studio.


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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.

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Love in La La Land 1. “So this is where they ke Love in La La Land

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

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

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

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

14. Love at the @gettymuseum 

15. Queer exhibits! 

16. Sunset at the Getty with my love

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

Here’s an excerpt from the essay:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is the farklempt list.

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

1.  Photo credit to my love, Zachary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I kept my fancy equation. 

But now I have a simple one, too. 

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

1. NY vibes in the 6th borough

2. Googly eyes in @selkie 

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

4. Started practicing yoga again did I tell you?

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

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

7. Grumpy girl, big bow

8. Resort style bb!

9. Sad girl lemonade

10. @selkie ballerina

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The morning of the memorial. 

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

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

AND SO I HAVE.

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

I love us all.

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

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

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

My fave sign at @blackcrowcoffeeco 

Apropos of Everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I want them to rot for being rotten.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[4 of 5] 

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

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

[people call out dates]

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

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

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

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

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

The voice of the oppressor. 

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

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

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