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horizontal with lila

28. future of sex: horizontal with a sex tech podcaster

in episodes on 30/03/18

This is Bryony Cole.


28. future of sex: horizontal with a sex tech podcaster

Heyyy, Welcome back to season two of horizontal, the podcast that makes private conversations public, or, to paraphrase my listener ghostheart, the podcast that “takes you into my bed and lets your ears watch as I unzip intimate conversations.” We record while the opposite of vertical, wearing robes.

Bryony:  I think, the one thing that I remember, that was seared into my— memory, is: Don’t have sex until you’re married. And this came from a line of Catholic, uh, women in my family, and even though my mum, you know, she married her high school sweetheart and then she got divorced and married my dad, and like had obviously had sex growing up, like, with her first husband. I remember her telling me she didn’t have sex ‘til she married my Dad!

Lila:  What?!

Bryony:  She’ll deny it.

Lila:  And she had a husband before—

Bryony:  She’ll flat-out deny it. (Lila giggles) But this is what I remember. And so I carried around a whole thing with me about, not having sex ‘til I was married. And when I, fell in love for the first time, at 16, with a Columbian guy, we even went to the church, to get married, (Lila gasps) because I was so caught up in this idea, that— and this is part of the reason that we didn’t have proper sex, because, we needed to get married first, and of course, we went to this church— can you imagine?

*

Bryony:  My earliest memory is: up in my bedroom, I’m— masturbating, and—

Lila:  Under the covers? Over the covers.

Bryony:  Under the covers and my mum walks in— (Lila gasps) and I remember being mortified … and she just acts like nothing’s happening. And I’m like, “Oh my God, uhhh, just having— a nap—“ or however I sounded at like, I don’t know, 8 years old, (high-pitched voice) “just having a nap!” (Lila laughs) Um, annd, she goes back downstairs, and m— that, maybe because that was such an embarrassing moment, it just like seared through this whole memory of like, first discovering the pleasure aspect of it.

Lila:  Right, so that first memory is intertwined with embarrassment.

Bryony:  TOOOTALLY.

Lila:  Laced with embarrassment.

Bryony:  My gosh.

Lila:  But how did you know to be embarrassed, that it’s something to be embarrassed about?

Bryony:  Exactly. How did I?

Lila:  Indoctrinated with shame so early.

Bryony:  Yeah.

Lila:  And I’m, I’m wondering how. Did we pick it up at school— are there times maybe when— when— when we didn’t know there was anything wrong and we touched ourselves at school and then we got, we got a slap on the wrist, or, or, were told that it was bad?

*

Lila:  So, I somehow, met some people — maybe while I was working ‘cause that happened a few times — and, wound up, at this palatial, apartment in Tribeca, which was two floors and the top floor had a greenhouse, and it was— it was incredible.

Bryony:  Wow. Lila:  And apparent—

Lila:  Apparently, it was passing hands between Gus Van Sant—

Bryony:  Oh my gosh.

Lila:  — and Ben Affleck, and it was before Ben Affleck had moved in, and there were, screeners for Gus Van Sant, you know, the Academy voters get movies, and, I was so — I was already kind of seduced by the apartment, seduced by the place, but there was this young guy, young actor — not a successful one in terms of in the business, but had friends, and, and this, I guess was one of his friends. And you remember, he told me this story about going to visit Joaquin Phoenix, apparently he lived in the same building, and apparently, it was like, he only had one burrito in his fridge or something and he saw the guy— ‘cause this guy was really kind of a starving artist, eyeing  the burrito, and he was like, “Hey man, you hungry?” (laughs) And the guy said, “Aw, I can’t take your last burrito,” and he said, “It’s fine, please! Eat!” (chuckles) So— so I can’t believe I was charmed by this, but I was totally— just—

Bryony:  Yeh. That was it!

Lila:  19. No, 18. And I was totally charmed by it. He was, he was beautiful. He was beautiful, he had these gorgeous blue eyes and this tousled brown hair and he had this beautiful chest. Like a soccer player, I ha— he had a soccer player physique, which is, the kind of body that I really go for and lust over and admire, and … the people who were there kind of coupled off, and I got to, go, to bed with him, right? And they had been, they guys had been, doing cocaine. I’d never been around drugs, really. I’d heard about people doing drugs. I’d been around people smoking pot. But I’d never been around people doing harder drugs. And … he had been, apparently, taking a fair bit of cocaine, and I said, no thank you, and then we were in bed together, and I curled up on his chest, and I was listening to his heartbeat — and remember I’m 18 years old and I’m feeling very romantic, right? And, I said, “Wow, your heart’s beating really fast,” (Lila and Bryony titter) and he said, “You know why,” and I thought it was (cracking up) because of me! (both howl)

Bryony:  You are pure.

Lila:  Oh my God, I thought it was because of meee!

Bryony:  That’s adorable.

Lila:  It took me probably years for me to realize: he was coked up out of his mind. (both titter) Ohhh, and—

Bryony:  That’s so wonderful.

Lila:  — and then I wanted to—

Bryony:  have sex! Okay…                                                                          Lila:  — sleep with him.

Lila:  Yeah! We’re in this amazing place and he was so sexy and I was so attracted to him—

Bryony:  And his heart’s beating fast.

Lila:  And his heart’s beating fast! Bryony:  You know why.

Lila:  I know…

Bryony:  He’s in love. (both laugh)

Lila:  (cracking up) S— s— so terrible! Ahhhh…

Bryony:  And he couldn’t.

Lila:  And he found out that I was a virgin, and he said, “I can’t. I can’t do that. It wouldn’t be right.” And it wouldn’t, I would’ve been— I would’ve been so sad!



Bryony up close. How gorgeous can one person get?!

Heyyy, Welcome back to season two of horizontal, the podcast that makes private conversations public, or, to paraphrase my listener ghostheart, the podcast that “takes you into my bed and lets your ears watch as I unzip intimate conversations.” We record while the opposite of vertical, wearing robes. It’s a thing, the robes. It makes a difference!

In this episode, I lie down with Bryony Cole. Bryony is the host of one of my hands-down favorite podcasts, Future of Sex, which explores the intersection of the “evolving worlds of sex and tech.”

Her work grapples with questions like: how will VR affect relationships? Does sex with a humanoid robot constitute cheating?

Bryony also moderates live panels with some of the most fascinating innovators and radicals in sexuality and technology. She organizes and hosts sex tech hackathons across the globe, seeding innovation in the field. She’s also, I must say, a stunningly gorgeous Australian beach babe, which would be a little difficult to deal with, if she wasn’t also one of the sunniest, most accommodating humans on the planet. Her soft Australian accent makes my brain tingle … and, not for nothin’, she has a pair of the most glorious breasts I have ever had the privilege to witness…

We got horizontal in Williamsburg, in Bryony’s bed. It was summertime, and though I asked Bryony turn off her air conditioner, there was nothing to be done about … other people’s air conditioners. At one point, the condensation from an air conditioner above her air conditioner began to drip drip drip … Ah, the sounds of summer in Brooklyn, ladies and gentleman.

In the first half of our episode, we talk about catholic school skirts, the time I slapped a girl, being spared sex, and going to the chapel.

If I were you, I’d come lie down with us.


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Links to Things:

Patron of the horizontal arts!

For all things Bryony, navigate to FutureofSex.org

Bryony’s podcast Future of Sex on iTunes

Why does the orgasm gap still exist?

The podcast editor that Bryony and I share! Chad Michael Snavely.

“Sex Magic: How to Cast Spells With Your Orgasms,” an article by marvelous sex writer and friend of the Villa, Sophie Saint Thomas

Kristen Korvette’s witchy sex book, Witches, Sluts, Feminists: Conjuring the Sex-Positive


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

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

website link: https://horizontalwithlila.com/

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

horizontal with Bryony Cole in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, just before recording this episode.


[3:46]  Lila has a hard-on for Bryony’s accent

[3:58]  Inside Australia, Bryony thinks they would just call her a “bogan.” What is that?

[4:52]

Bryony:  I always say, if you’re a foreigner and you come to— at least New York, you get 10 percent hotter, immediately, if you have an accent.

[5:19]  What do Australians learn about sex in school?

[5:56]

Bryony:  I went to an all-girls school, private school, we had to wear ties (Lila ooooh’s) and uniforms— I once got a detention for eating an ice cream in the street in my uniform.

Lila:  NOOooo! Because it was so suggestive?

Bryony:  I don’t even know. Yeah, why would you give—

Lila:  — well you were —

Bryony: —a young girl a detention for eating an ice cream in a uniform? You weren’t allowed to be seen eating outside the school in your uniform.

Lila:  No. Really?

Bryony:  Yeah. I hope they changed it—

Lila:  It was about eating?

Bryony:  Mmhm, eating outside —  the school — in your uniform.

Lila:  ‘Cause where I immediately went to was — just like I got in trouble for wearing spaghetti straps on my tank tops (Bryony mmhm’s) in high school (Bryony mmhm’s) and I had to — I was in Florida, for high school. It was sometimes 104 degrees, and we would, be wearing spaghetti strap tank tops because it is so hot! And we would have to cover up with a cardigan when we went outside—

Bryony:  Yeah, it’s so ridiculous.

Lila:  — to go from class to class, in order to not get a detention. And so, that— that’s where I immediately went, that, that, that it’s not okay for a girl to be LICKING anything (Bryony chuckles) while wearing her—

Bryony:  “You will not eat a banana,” (both laugh) “outside the school grounds!”

[7:13]  What is Australia’s general attitude about sex?

Bryony:  It was a pretty conservative school, and I think, on the whole, Australia’s pretty conservative, in their attitudes towards sex. I feel like, part of it is definitely the British influence, where “you don’t talk about these things.”

[8:30]  On dating in Australia.

Bryony:  Well. Dating in Australia was basically like— okay first of all, going out to meet the guy that you were gonna date — and this was pre-Tinder era, so we’re going back ten years ago — you would go out to the pub, you would have a few beers, you would be over one side of the bar, and like, the guys — most of the guys — would be over the other. You’d be talking with your girls, and you have couple of drinks, a couple more drinks, maybe make eyes with some one guy, he’s really cute, and at the end of the night, the guy would come up to you, be like, “You’re hot, wanna fuck? (Lila cough-laughs) And that was it.

Lila:  That’s it?

Bryony:  And that was the game. That was the date. That was it! There was no “date.”

Lila:  You didn’t go out together you just—                                    Bryony:  You would go home, you would—

Lila:  — go home with them?

Bryony:  Go home, they were usually part of the same friendship group or somehow you knew them, maybe, slept them, you know a few times and then suddenly, you guys were boyfriend and girlfriend, and there was no concept of “dating.” “Dating” was a thing I saw in the movies, where guys and girls went out for milkshakes in American diners.

Lila:  Ohohoho, right!

Painted Bryony, by Amber Rae

Bryony:  But I remember being so elated when I arrived in New York — and this was like, one of my New York moments, right? I was walking out of the subway and I remember this guy was street talking, whatever, like, “Hey baby, wanna go on a date,” and me, it was like, first time in New York, like that show, what’s that show with Kimmy or someone in New Y—

Lila:  Yesss, The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt!

Bryony:  I turned around and I was like, (squeals) “A date?!” (Lila laughs) “Yes! How wonderful!”  And now I’m like, “Shut up, no date for you.” But, I was so excited that dating existed here, I think, which was the opposite to so many people which were, that were so … beaten up by New York dating culture—

Lila:  Jaded.                                                                                           Bryony:  For me—

Bryony:  I was just like, Oh, this is the best.

[10:43]  On rolling up her Catholic schoolgirl skirts.

[11:35]  Lila tells a story about the time she slapped a girl.

Lila:  I only got one detention in my— as I can, really, recollect— ever. (giggles) And it was because— so, when I was in high school, I loved the Renaissance Faire, and anybody who hears that who’s American, will laugh because it’s so, considered so dorky. I loved it. I loved it! Do you know what it is?

Bryony:  No, tell me.

Lila:  So, it’s this, festival where they set up a sort of Renaissance village, right, and you’ve got the, the—

Bryony:  Oh my gosh. Lila:  the—

Lila:  — Yes, the place where they sell the turkey legs and—

Bryony:  Oh my gosh.

Lila:  — you’ve got the, and you’ve got the flower— you know, you’ve got somebody braiding hair and you’ve got the flower wreaths and you’ve got the— the different roles of the King and the Queen and the court and the peasants and (Lila chuckles) your first year, when you’re an apprentice, which would be a non-paid performer, right, when you’re an apprentice you have to play a peasant.

Bryony:  Oh my gosh! (both laugh) There’s a class system to the Renaissance Faire, here!

Lila:  (giggling) It’s so ridiculous. Uh, but I had so much fun. And, that year, I was … fifteen, and I just was totally enamored with this guy, who I think — was thirty.

Bryony:  Wooow.

Lila:  Yeah. Yeah. And— either that, or he was in his late 20s. And I was totally enamored with him, he was a professional actor, (Bryony mm’s) he worked at Disney— (Lila giggles) and he was—

Bryony:  The ultimate.

Lila:  Right, of course. I was in Florida. (giggles)

Bryony:  Yeah!

Lila:  And, I really—                                                                              Bryony:  What did you do?

Lila:  I would, I mean I would, he was— he played the, the Archbishop of Canterbury, and it was this sort of foppish thing, who was totally— totally inappropriate. Totally sexually inappropriate, this Archbishop. Rii— so it would be like—

Bryony:  Oh!

Lila:  (mispronouncing Latin) “Et domine padre et spire et spiritu spandu. Ohhh, you look so goood.” (both laugh) It’s like, I was so… he played this kind of ridiculously—

Bryony:  Sexy, or sexual.

Lila:  Sexual-lized character, yeah. And— I was just enamored of him… And, we would go for walks together, and, and talk and he gave me a cd of like beautiful piano music, which I listened to for years after that, and, we talked about the fact that we were attracted to one another. And, towards the end, there was a kind of cast party, and I went— I was so excited, to have the opportunity, right, to not be on duty, to not be performing and to be able to be— with— him and it was also very fun for me because I was— I was at this performing arts high school, and I wasn’t really in the group. (Bryony hmm’s) And so this was a group of people who were older than me, I felt more comfortable anyway (Bryony mm’s) with people who were much older than me. (Bryony mmhm’s) And they, took me under their wing and they treated me like their kid sister in general, and (hushed tone) I kissed him at this party … and … I was over the moon, and then this girl that I was ostensibly friends with, I found out, (angry whisper) ALSO KISSED HIM.

Bryony:  No…

Lila:  And I was— livid, I can only recall one other time that I have been that livid and— (cough-laughs)

Bryony:  What did you do?

Lila:  Mm. Well I came to school the next day—

Bryony:  Hang on, she was at school with you too?

Lila:  She was at school with me. Yeah. And she was … one, I think maybe one year younger. And, she was coming out of our acting teacher’s classroom, and I slapped her across the face.

Bryony:  (huge gasp) Amazing!

Lila:  And I have never done that before or since—

Bryony:  Oh, WOW. Fury.

Lila:  I was so, so livid— she knew how much I, I, just dreamed of— this— man. What’s terrible is that I was really mad at her; I don’t remember being as mad at him, right?

Bryony:  Why do we always get mad at the—

Lila:  And that’s a terrible double standard.

Bryony:  Yeah.

Lila  But I was, you know, fifteen years old and—

Bryony:  Oh wow.

Lila:  — indoctrinated in our— our culture and I— and I got detention. I was sent to detention— I don’t know if somebody s—

Bryony:  Did people see you?

Lila:  — saw it, or maybe they heard it, but, I was sent to detention. That was the only time.

[15:48]  What happened after Lila slapped the girl?

[16:27]  What does slapping across the face mean to Lila, in kink terms?

[17:09]

Lila:  I’m not into humiliation, like he, he liked that. (Bryony mm’s) Name-calling and humiliation was part of his kinkiness, and I don’t like it; it’s not for me.

[17:22]  Why didn’t the Renaissance Faire guy take advantage of Lila’s affection?

[17:26]

Lila:  I only kissed that, that guy when I was 15, he didn’t take… he didn’t take advantage of me, actually, and he could have, he very well could have. I would have slept with him gladly. And he said to me, “I could step into this with you, and, at some point, I think you would regret it and you would blame me … for losing … these years of your life in which you could be exploring. And I can’t do that to you.”

[18:21]  Lila on being “spared” by men.

spare (verb) = when one person, feeling certain that sexual or romantic involvement would certainly hurt an object of their desire / affection, decides not to engage in that way with that person, as in, “He spared me.” [Lila]

[19:02]  The time Bryony was spared by a man.

[19:14]

Bryony:  When I was 18, I backpacked around the world, and, for a lot of the time, I was by myself, and I, worked in this hostel, in— Rome, and I had 24-hour shifts, where I wasn’t allowed to leave the (Lila oh my god’s) hostel— it was illegal hostel, on the, on this, floor in— floor of an apartment building in the Vatican City, so highly illegal, we used to have the cops come—

Lila:  Oh wow.

Bryony:  — and check up our spots and stuff, and it was just basically a big floor with different rooms, and bunk beds in the— and, anyway, it was me and this other young girl, and we were 18 running this hostel, and we used to do all these silly things like dress up in cat costumes all day ‘cause we were going crazy, we couldn’t leave, (Lila laughs) you know and have like, these parties but—

Lila:  (laughing) Oh that’s wonderful!

Bryony:  I remember being spared and this really hot, sexy, like American guy, who came in, who was maybe ten years older, and, you know, you’re backpacking there, ehhh— sleeping their way around Europe for the summer.

Lila:  (softly) Sure.

Bryony:  And, you know, I really hadn’t, properly slept with someone before—

Lila:  Yeah.

Bryony:  And I was like, “This is it! This is my moment!”

Lila:  Yeah!

Bryony:  “I’m ready!” Of course, that’s c— looking back, that probably freaked him out, but he was just like, (sharp intake of breath) “No. Can’t do this with you. I’m sorry.” And, you know, we were like, working up to the moment he’s like “I’m sorr—” As soon as he realized that I— you know, hadn’t had sex before, he was like, “Aw no, this isn’t for me. I don’t want to carry this around with me.” … I wonder how many people have been spared.

[21:06]  The time Lila was spared, in Gus Van Sant’s former apartment.

[25:12]  Has Bryony ever spared someone? Has Lila?

[25:38]  Was there ever a time when someone wanted to cheat with Lila, or when someone was in a super-emotional fragile state, and she said no?

[27:21]

Bryony:  And there’s people— women, that have described vivid memories and, vivid memories to me when I, have asked this question, about, “I was, sitting and watching cartoons (Lila giggles) and suddenly— (Lila giggles again) Was that on your podcast, started rubbing up against the cou— ?

Lila:  Yes! That was Zhana!

Bryony:  I remember that!

[28:20]  What is the earliest memory that Bryony has of being caught?

[29:30]  Bryony’s memory of being on holidays in Fiji and being aroused by the sex scenes in War of the Roses. Was it this one? Or this one? Or another War of the Roses entirely?

[30:58]  What does Lila hear from her friends who are sex-positive parents, on teaching their children about self-pleasure?

[31:31]  Lila on the war on masturbation.

Lila:  Ohhh my Goddd, the, the war against masturbation that has been going on for so long is so. Ridiculous to me. (Bryony mmhm’s) Because, if you don’t want people to have sex, FOR GOODNESS SAKE, are you not gonna let them—

Bryony:  Let them have a mess!

Lila:  — pleasure themselves?

[31:50]  What did Bryony learn in sex therapy school about babies?

[34:25]  On masturbation as sex magick. See the work of the sex writers Sophie Saint Thomas, and Kristen Korvette, author of Witches, Sluts, Feminists: Conjuring the Sex-Positive and Editrix of Slutist.com.

sex magick, or, sex magic (noun) = the process of using the potent energy created by sexuality (often, masturbation) in order to influence the outcomes of things.

[35:04]

Lila:  As far as I know, it is, it is ritualizing the experience of pleasure — lighting candles, setting an intention, stoking the energy of your sexuality — with the belief that that energy is so powerful, that when you deliberately stoke it, people will feel it, that it will draw the things that you want to you, and not just a partner, but a book contract, or, that, that’s an article that I read— I think it was by Kristen Korvette. [Correction: It was an article by Sophie Saint Thomas about Kristen Korvette, titled “Sex Magic: How to Cast Spells With Your Orgasms.”] […] She used it to bring, I think, a favorable book contract to her.

Bryony:  Fascinating.

Lila:  And part of it is the self-pleasure, right, to, to raise the energy (Bryony mm’s) to make it more, more powerful and more potent and more intense, and certainly sexual energy is incredibly powerful.

[36:15]  Lila tells a story about a man who emanated sexual energy so intensely that she almost wished he could tone it down. She didn’t even know him. You want to know who it is, don’t you? All right, all right. It’s Nahko. You see? You see what I mean?

[39:37]  How did Bryony get to travel the world at 18?

[43:37]  Bryony’s mother claimed that she was a virgin when she married her second husband!

[44:38]  What happened when 16 year-old Bryony went to the church with her Columbian boy?

[46:03]

Lila:  But these, these Catholic— doctrines, right, the Catholic kids wind up doing quote unquote everything but.

Bryony:  Yeh.

Lila:  To the point where even anal penetration, anal sex, they will do that, because it’s not taking their virginity, because it’s not, quote unquote real sex. […] And that’s the thing, right, considering oral sex not real sex (Bryony mmm’s significantly) means that, if they’re not thinking of it as real sex then it’s not risky, and also that leads to— pretty terrible ramifications later on (Bryony mm’s) where, where, maybe if penetrative sex doesn’t feel good to someone, then they feel deficient in some way or broken because why can’t they enjoy “real sex” which an experience that— that I had. (Bryony mm’s) Or, think about the fact that herpes can be passed from genitals to mouth or, mouth to genitals, they’re not doing their research because this is not “real sex.” I think that also leads to the orgasm gap, right? I want so much to broaden our definition of what sex is.

Bryony:  Exactly. What is sex, anyway?

orgasm gap (noun) = the unfortunate phenomenon by which female-identifying humans have on average, orgasms only about half as many times as their male-identifying partners during hookups, and about 80% of the time in the context of romantic relationships.


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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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