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15. friend death: quickie with lila

in episodes, quickies on 21/08/17


15. friend death: quickie with lila

In this quickie episode, recorded live at my podcast launch pajama party on May 21st, 2017, I lie down with my friend Becca and tell her a story. That series of recordings from the party comprise the first installment of my ongoing series Horizontal Storytelling. We recorded at Hacienda Studio, our sex-positive event space in Bushwick, Brooklyn.

“One night we were walking in Williamsburg and he said, ‘I cannot do this with you, because it’s as though I have a broken leg and I could … I could lean on you for a while, put the crutches aside, and we could walk a while together, but, at some point, I’d become too heavy for you and you would leave me, and I would have no crutches, and I would have no you… And I protested and said that’s not what I would do, but. It very well might have been, I just didn’t get the chance to see if that’s what would have happened, because he broke up with me.”

– Lila



horizontal with lila is the podcast about intimacy (sex, love, and relationships of all kinds) that’s entirely recorded while lying down. At the end of every episode, in a nod to bedtime stories — another horizontal tradition — I ask my guest to tell me a story.

This quickie episode of horizontal was recorded live at my launch party on May 21st, 2017, at Hacienda Studio, the sex-positive event space in Bushwick, Brooklyn. It was the pilot event (with a little extra launch-day snazziness) for a series I’ll be hosting called Horizontal Storytelling. Instead of a long-form conversation, the horizontal storytellers lie down with me and tell me a single tale, while wearing robes. Naturally.

I will not turn away other forms of pajamas, but robes are always preferable.

Guests can choose a story about anything that relates to the topic of intimacy — it can be hilarious, ridiculous, grief-stricken, transcendent, glorious, conflicting, or sweet. The only thing I ask is that they feel compelled to tell it.

Later, I release these stories as short, stand-alone episodes, or, quickies.

When it came time to tell my own story, I asked for a volunteer from the audience, and, at first, no one raised their hand! “No one?!” I asked incredulously. To be fair, they didn’t know exactly what they were volunteering for when I said, “Can I have a volunteer to lie down with me?” They were probably scared that I’d put them on the spot and insist on a story, now that they’d assumed the position. At the end of the night, I did actually ask if any brave souls would like to jump in bed and tell a spontaneous tale, but, surprisingly to me, no one wanted to. (If I were in the audience, I would have spent the whole night thinking of the stories that I had to tell. And if the host invited, I’d be raising my hand like when I was in fifth grade. Hard. Insistently.) After a few seconds, four or five people did volunteer, and I invited Becca, my former AcroYoga co-teacher and longtime friend. What I didn’t consciously realize until I was well into my story was that I’d introduced Becca to Patrick years ago. She helped him. She treated him. She gave him Medical Qigong (energy medicine). She had actually played a part in the story. That moved me tremendously.

I don’t have many requirements when I choose a guest for horizontal. I don’t need my guests to be well-known. I don’t care if they’re in the process of marketing something, although it’s all right if they are. I don’t need them to have specific achievements, or a “brand” or a “following.” My requirements are 1) Do I find them fascinating? and 2) Do I want to lie down next to them? There are some people I find fascinating whom I wouldn’t want to share a pillow with. (However, usually, if I’m willing to lie down next to someone, I probably find them at least a little bit fascinating.)

Setting the scene: Guests at my podcast launch pajama party enjoyed reiki, massage, empathy sessions, and cookies with an array of milk options upon arrival. (I told you it was snazzy.) After a brief cuddling tutorial from my housemate Tiger, a professional Cuddlist, fifty people in kimonos, flannels, onesies, and short-shorts got horizontal and snuggly on an enormous Megabed the size of three king mattresses put together, while, on a bed-island across the room, Becca and I arranged ourselves as we would for any horizontal recording session — lying on our backs, almost ear-to-ear, sharing a pillow, microphones hanging down above us, with a starry blanket as our backdrop…

Since I am my own guest for this episode, I’m going to switch to third person and try to introduce myself like I’ve introduced my other guests. It’s a little odd to write your own bio — though actors are used to it — but it’s actually a very interesting thought exercise. (It’s also delightful to write an Anti-Bio, with the express purpose of revealing all the things that one wouldn’t want be printed in a Playbill, but I’ll leave that for another time.)


 

Portrait by Constance & Eric Photography as part of their Sexuality Superheroes series. Taken at the Argosy bookstore. The oldest independent bookstore in NYC, the Argosy is owned by the family of a friend. As a holdover from his grandfather’s more genteel time, it has a sexuality section, but it is marked … Curiosa!

In this episode, I lie down with Lila Donnolo. Lila is the host of horizontal with lila, a new podcast about intimacy.

Lila is quite serious about aesthetics and costuming, and so all of her episodes are recorded while lying down, wearing robes.

horizontal is a top 25 podcast in Sexuality, a 5-star podcast on iTunes, and has had 20,000 downloads since it’s launch a few months back. In horizontal, Lila turns the interview genre on its ear by making each episode more of a conversation, revealing her own stories and sharing her own intimacies. She believes that as she makes “private conversations public, intimacy becomes contagious.”

Lila has a BFA with Honors in Drama from NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts / Experimental Theatre Wing. As a theatre actress, her main interest is in immersive theatre—

 

immersive theatre (noun) = a type of performance that allows the audience unparalleled opportunities to interact directly with performers, sometimes in very close quarters, oftentimes affecting the narrative through their responses, cultivating a near-magical opportunity for the audience to feel as though they are participants, totally immersed in the world (or worlds) of the play.

 

— and she originated the role of Piper Pilfer in Woodshed Collective‘s New York Times-lauded, critically-acclaimed immersive experience for four audience members, Empire Travel Agency.

Lila is a yoga teacher and a bodyworker. You can find her teaching at Crunch gyms and the Manhattan Plaza Health Club in New York City. For more information about private sessions and bodywork, email divineplayyoga@gmail.com

She is about to embark on a cross-country podcast recording tour in the fall of 2017. If you’d like her to visit your city, or know someone who would be an excellent horizontal guest, contact her here!

This quickie is about a best friend, a road trip, several fiances, a suicide, and a breakup.


Show Notes (feel free to share quotes/resources on social media, and please link to my 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 (the crowdsourcing of patronage!): https://www.patreon.com/horizontalwithlila

 

[1:08]  Recorded live at podcast launch pajama party

[2:17]  Meeting my best friend. Watching Dangerous Beauty still a favorite film, about a sixteenth-century courtesan, based on a true story.

[3:00]  Becoming roommates in a Greenpoint railroad apartment.

[3:27]  “We were in our early 20s and we used to joke that being in our early 20s was about seeing each other be good in bad plays, and overhearing each other have sex.” – Lila

[3:50]  Lila on siblings.

[5:06]  “She was always in love. She was always finding ‘the one,’ but didn’t recognize, you know, after ten ‘the ones,’ this one is not the one either.” – Lila

[5:20]  Our cross-country road trip.

[5:57]  “She couldn’t stand — I realized much, much later — whenever I was the shiny one. She was the shiny one. She was the one wearing glitter and, you know, being cute, and I was the one who had to tell the guys to go away. That was my role in our relationship, which I don’t enjoy because I like being shiny myself.” – Lila

[6:30]  How paying for the trip affected our relationship.

[7:00]  Meeting her fiance. (Three or four fiances ago.)

[7:24]  Traveling for a year, burned out.

[8:10]  What happened when she convinced me to visit her in Bend while I was burned out.

[8:55]  Picking up her wedding dress from her ex-boyfriend’s cabin.

[9:45]  Meeting Patrick on Nerve.

[10:23]  What afflicted Patrick.

[14:05]  “And when I reached out to him, feeling the most, he called it ‘newborn baby fawn raw,’ just so … un-worthwhile and depleted and disappointed in myself and exhausted and he wrote me the most incredible email — he talked with me on the phone, and then he wrote me this incredible email, and at the end he said, ‘You are wonderful and you will remember it. Soon.’” – Lila

Hi Lila,

I want to fully reply to your beautifully honest message, but first I just want to say a few things.
Yes, we can cut to the bone of things. And you can always do that with me.I’m so glad you’ve traveled and immersed yourself in Acroyoga as well as more acting—
and I’m sorry you feel lost, anxious, depressed. And I can relate.But today I had a mini breakthrough about an old relationship that I was letting affect my health and serenity, and the agitation dropped about about 75% and not surprisingly my health is starting back up….(And it started with an end to blaming myself for not “handling things better.” It began with self love.

I say this because:
1. You know WONDERFUL LILA that you are not being kind to yourself during a time when you NEED AS MUCH TLC, FRIENDSHIP, SUPPORT AND CARE that you can get. Can you forgive yourself for this? Sometimes it’s hard to love ourselves and that’s when we need to reach out. Congratulations.
I say reach out to every kind friend you have. Call in the fucking troops. I’m in a space where I need some of that myself.

Can you forgive yourself for being “lost” which to me just means you are in transition? That we are not always 100% directed and on an upward incline of success (an impossibility and very western concept)…..can you recognize THE AMAZING THINGS YOU HAVE DONE? Acroyoga. Acting. Portland, NYC, traveling….and all the wonderful friends you’ve made? All the people you’ve shared teachings with?
And ultimately that these are only things in the “achievement” column of life. I meditate on a very passionate, focused cave painter from 30,000 b.c. who thought he was the shit in his time, but whose ultimate contribution to the planet was his decaying corpse fed a family of raccoons and his remains nourished a dandelion patch. 🙂 Cave collapsed and his paintings are lost. This helps me not take myself too seriously.

2. It’s ok to be lost. It’s ok to be depressed and anxious. You are wise for reaching out.
Your body and Lila self—you are always beautiful and any man would be lucky to date you whether or not your feeling challenged or not.
We (especially us type A NYC types) are our own worst critics. When I was 23 I was depressed and miserable because I was in Prague and my fiction was going nowhere and my older girlfriend was becoming a local “it” artist and I I wish I could go back to that kid and say…..”You were 23, healthy and in Prague….hell, that’s all you need to do. Just be where you are and perhaps you’ll realize how amazing it all is. Why do you have to add extra pressure? You can be depressed, you can be anxious and sad, but please don’t add to it by blaming yourself for not being happy or ‘a success’ whatever that is”

In sum…please start by knowing that reaching out is powerful self love. Congratulations.

When we’re in pain, our healthy habits suffer. So if you’re eating ice cream or whatever—maybe that’s what you need to do for right now,
and the less you criticize yourself for it, the sooner you will lose the need for that habit.

Be lost for now. “Dissolution is needed for new growth.”
You are in transition….
Maybe you need to let go of the need to be “directed” and “passionate” for right now and just focus on
doing things that make you feel good, feel loved on a daily basis.

My friend was really down the rabbit hole with drinking and drugs after her ex broke up with her and she left NYC for Portland,
and we talked all during that time. And during that time it was her job to be a mess. And now, she’s bounced back and doing
80% better. And we talk about how she is frustrated with herself for not being ready to forgive her ex…..but she will get there.

You remind me of her.
Vibrant, beautiful women…even if you don’t feel it right now. It’s just your mind.

Finally, I spent two years in the Seattle and I can’t tell you how the rain and overcast got to me. I developed this CFS thing there.
I think the NW is a hard place for many people. I know now I’m very sensitive to mold and so Winter in the NW was
about as wrong as wrong could be for me……..

More soon.
You are wonderful….you will remember it and feel it. Soon.

Patrick

 

[14:50]  Facebook post, “Patrick Kelly is grateful. So grateful.” I wrote, “And loved, also loved.” A few days later, notification of another comment on the thread: RIP.

[16:04]  “How do you find out if someone has died?” – Lila

[16:48]  The phone conversation I had with my best friend after I called the coroner’s office.

[18:00]  “Lila, he’s dead. And if you were meant to be together, he wouldn’t be.”

[19:56]  “I want to know — what’s the word for breakup, when it’s with a friend.” – Lila

[20:32]  When my mom was in the ICU and she was supposed to drive me to the airport.

[21:08]  

Becca:  Maybe more death than breakup.

Lila:  Friend death. That’s what it is.

Becca:  That it’s harder to grieve for someone who’s still alive.

 


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15. friend death: quickie with lila

In this quickie episode, recorded live at my podcast launch pajama party on May 21st, 2017, I lie down with my friend Becca and tell her a story. That series of recordings from the party comprise the first installment of my ongoing series Horizontal Storytelling. We recorded at Hacienda Studio, our sex-positive event space in Bushwick, Brooklyn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Click. CLICK!

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

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

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

2. Free Friday at @whitneymuseum 

3. Basquiat makes me feel like home

4. Madison Square Park photo op (irresistible)

5. Candid

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

7. Charming marquee!

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

9. Chuck Close in the subway!

10. More subway Chuck Close!

11. Man Ray retrospective at the Met

12. Love a good silhouette

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

14. My man is a photographer too. 🤩

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

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

Here’s an excerpt:

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

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

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

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

I can’tdon’t, then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where we met, where we re-met ❤️‍🔥

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

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

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

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

5. He even makes doctor’s appointments fun.

6. I love matching him sooooo muchmuch. 

7. Just us and a zebra, nbd.

8. Theme Park joy

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

Actually, I don’t know when I stopped.

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

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

Unsure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love us.

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

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

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

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

3. Fit check baybeeee.

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

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

6-10. Adam rocking the casbah.

11. Fellow Toastmaster Christian.

12. I love mein mann!

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

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

I took her hands.

I think I said thank you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

14. Love at the @gettymuseum 

15. Queer exhibits! 

16. Sunset at the Getty with my love

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

Here’s an excerpt from the essay:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is the farklempt list.

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

1.  Photo credit to my love, Zachary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I kept my fancy equation. 

But now I have a simple one, too. 

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

1. NY vibes in the 6th borough

2. Googly eyes in @selkie 

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

4. Started practicing yoga again did I tell you?

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

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

7. Grumpy girl, big bow

8. Resort style bb!

9. Sad girl lemonade

10. @selkie ballerina

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The morning of the memorial. 

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

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

AND SO I HAVE.

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

I love us all.

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

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

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

My fave sign at @blackcrowcoffeeco 

Apropos of Everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I want them to rot for being rotten.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[4 of 5] 

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

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

[people call out dates]

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

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

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

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

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

The voice of the oppressor. 

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

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

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