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11. shower-head: horizontal with a primo villan

in episodes on 24/07/17

Rene in performance-mode.


11. shower-head: horizontal with a primo villan

In this episode, I lie down with my housemate Rene. Rene is the most genuinely enthusiastic person I have ever known. When I first met him, I didn’t trust him. I thought, “Is this guy for real? Is he really this happy?” He is! It’s incredible.

“Their relationship existed before I was even a concept, right? So it’s like this whole thing that existed outside of my existence. And so, I can only imagine, based on how they— how my mother spoke about my father, what it was like when they first met. I’m pretty sure they were like, madly in love with each other, and it was like an intense, like, physical relationship that they had, and as their relationship developed, I think what happened was, my father became abusive — or in other words, he was probably always abusive, and was— and used coercion to like, have control over my mother. And I didn’t really see much of it, but there was always a lot of tension in the house when I was a child. And then I remember ha— this one morning, I got up. I must have been 8 or 9 years old — I think I was 9 years old, and I went to get cereal, ‘cause it was, that’s what I ate in the mornings on Saturdays. So I get a bowl and I remember sitting in my kitchen; I remember my father was in the living room watching TV. I don’t know where my sisters were. I’m in the kitchen and my mom’s in the kitchen and I tell her in like, just a really nasty voice, ‘Get me cereal.’ Like just really nasty, like imagine a 9 year-old boy just being really nasty. And she turned at me, she looked at me, she was like shocked, and I saw that she looked shocked and I remember feeling shocked, like I had like, ‘What happened? What’s wrong? What, what?’ And she comes to me, she says, ‘Sweetie, why did you talk to me the way that you talked to me?’ And so, I told her, ‘Well, I just talk to you the way that my father talks to you. The way Daddy talks to you.’ And … I remember that moment because, I thought she was mad at me and I didn’t understand why, and she very like gently and lovingly asked a question, and I just gave her my honest answer. And it was that moment that she realized that my father was actually not a healthy person for her children to be around. And she … I don’t know what happened after that, but, essentially, she kicked him out, and we moved somewhere else. And yeah and, that happened, and that was probably, one of the most bravest things that a person can do, because if you imagine being, I don’t know, 28, and you don’t have a lot of money, you’ve got three kids, and your other partner who helps support the household pays most of the bills, you realize is not a good person, and there’s no one else to help you and you just, you figure out how to make it happen on your own. And you’re responsible for three other lives.”

– Rene

“I’m finally looking at that and realizing how I recreated that— how, my mother’s grasping and my father’s coldness led (he wasn’t cold towards me, but he was cold towards my mother) led to me seeking out unavailable men of all flavors and stripes, of, of all kinds. Men who were unavailable for all kinds of different reasons — workaholics, or, men who were polyamorous and would never, never consider a different kind of relationship structure and I wasn’t sure that that’s what I wanted, men who were pining for a lost love and weren’t really open to me, all different kinds of unavailable men. Men who lived across the country, men who lived across the seas! Oh my! But I’m, I’m glad that I’m really starting to take a look at it. It kind of reminds me of Brene Brown’s talk where she says, she discovers that these ‘wholehearted people,’ what they have in common is vulnerability, so she goes to her therapist and she says, ‘Ok, all right, it’s time to deal with my vulnerability, but nothing about my family, ok?’ And that’s, that’s the root.”

– Lila



Welcome back to horizontal with lila, the podcast about intimacy (sex, love, and relationships of all kinds) that’s entirely recorded while lying down. Many episodes (like this one), are recorded at Hacienda Villa, my home, a sex-positive intentional community in Bushwick, Brooklyn.

In this episode, I lie down with my housemate Rene.

Rene for RISE UP IN LOVE 

Rene is the most genuinely enthusiastic person I have ever known. When I first met him, I didn’t quite trust him. I thought, “Is this guy for real? Is he really this happy?” He is! It’s incredible.

In response to his tendency to fold other people’s laundry, I coined the in-house hashtag PRIMOVILLAN (#primovillan), and started regularly asking myself, What would Rene do? The question was like a lovingkindness tune-up for me.

Rene is quite a hunky fellow, and often genderfluid in the way he dresses [see visual aid], rocking skirts and shiny little short-shorts in the same way he rocks a bow tie and a sport coat. He’s the housemate who looks better in your clothes than you do!

Rene and his 8-pack can be seen pole-dancing at the House of Yes, often on Pole Play Wednesdays — he actually defies gravity while Horizontal!

You can follow his pole journey on Instagram @The_Renesance, which is a nickname that I made up for him. I’m pretty proud of that.

In this part of our episode, we talk about our parent’s relationships, divorces, oral sex in the shower, compartmentalizing emotions, and Rene’s nearly unbelievable cheerfulness.

You’re invited … won’t you … come lie down with us?

The second half of this episode has been released separately, by popular demand.


Links to Things:

The House of Yes, a performance art party venue in Bushwick, Brooklyn

@The_Renesance, Rene’s pole-dancing Instagram

The Rowe Center, a retreat space and nexus of community

Stephen Jenkinson, the leader of the Orphan Wisdom School


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

[3:05]  How did Rene come to live at the Villa?

[6:37]  Rene on Latin culture, home, and family.

[8:44]  What was the relationship like between Rene’s parents?

[12:31]  Rene and I express our appreciation for his mother.

[12:48]  How Rene’s mother taught her children about responsibility.

[14:38]  Why did teenaged Rene swear off relationships?

Rene:  For a long time I was resigned about relationships, because the only male figure that I really had was my father and he was a bad guy. You know, my mother never spoke ill of him in front of us. She would always say, ‘Oh, you know, he loves you. We’re just like, not living together. But I saw that he— I saw that he never came around, you know, he never called us for our birthdays, he didn’t give my mom any money, I saw that; I was old enough to understand these basic concepts, and, and, and, and so in my mind, that was not a good person, and so I didn’t want to be in relationship, because I didn’t— I, I was a man. And that means I would be the bad guy. So I was like, not interested, at all.

[17:00]  How did Lila’s parents meet? What was the relationship between them like?

[18:50]  What is Lila’s theory about why her parent’s marriage didn’t work?

[19:51]  Lila’s mother’s illness when Lila was 7, 8, and 9.

[20:45]

Lila:  I think that my mother was always trying to get my father to fill the emptiness inside her, and he, couldn’t do that, and even was protective of what he did have to offer, and so I think she felt starved for affection and attention.

[21:23]  Does Lila’s father think of her mother as codependent? What does he call her?

[23:49]  How Lila has recreated the dynamics in her parent’s relationship.

[25:45]  What Lila’s love language has to do with her father. The resentment that Lila is still carrying.

[27:26]  Why Rene so highly values showing up and being true to one’s word.

[30:02]  Rene’s first sex talk. With hand gestures. (It’s pretty great.)

[33:07]  The way Rene’s mother spoke of romantic relationships.

[35:13]  Sex ed in the New York City school system.

[36:24]  How did Rene learn about his penis as an instrument of pleasure?

[37:33]

Rene:  I would climax, but I wouldn’t ejaculate, right, and that felt really great. […] It was like coming, but without the mess. […] It was, if I were to describe it. It was like imagine … golden flakes sprinkling down your organ, your most pleasurable organ, right, going into your body, tiny little ripples of ecstasy, right, and they would just spread, from my hips, down my thighs, up my stomach, down my legs, past my knees, up into my chest, out into my arms, right, and finally like reaching my head and exploding.

[39:40]  Rene’s experience in the shower at his aunt’s place … shower-head.

[40:47]  On oral sex in the shower.

[42:15]  What changed Rene’s mind about romantic relationships? (On compartmentalizing.)

Rene:  I was 25 and, I fell in love for the first time. Let’s call her D.C.V. … so D.C.V., she helped me realize that I was putting all of my emotions in these compartments, and I had a whole house built, where each room had different emotions. I would get angry, and I would go ahead and put that in, you know the dresser in the master bedroom, or, I’d get really upset, when people bring up fatherhood, and that would go, into a chest in the basement, or … I’d get really excited about something, and I’d go ahead and put that, you know, in the side table in the foyer. Um, and I had all of these little compartments where everything belonged and everything was neat, but I wasn’t being self-expressed with who I was, and everything was just divided within me, and it was like this little, all my emotions were perfectly placed, into these little boxes, and I wasn’t really like, living. I wasn’t really feeling the world, or my experience of the world and so falling in love with D.C.V. really opened that up for me and helped me kind of unlock those dressers and drawers and boxes and really allowed me to lay everything out, take a look at it, and deal with my issues.

[44:40]  How Rene first considered the idea of something akin to polyamory.

[48:40]  Rene on jealousy.

[49:15]  How does Rene come by his astonishing cheerfulness?

[49:53]  The counter-intuitive thing that Lila did to be noticed, as a teenager.

[51:12]  Rene’s gratitude practice.

[54:00]  Lila’s gratitude practice. The weekend seminar she attended at the Rowe Center with Stephen Jenkinson about grief and dying. [Also see episode 19a. my heart is broken may it never heal: horizontal with matthew stillman, a devoted student of Stephen’s.]

Lila:  His whole work is an extremely poetic rendering of how we can carry — these are his words — how we can carry what knowing we’re going to die does to us every day. […] It’s what being aware of our mortality — how that changes our behavior and our outlook. For instance, today, I have often some tension with my mother and […]. I often have— my mind wanders when we’re speaking and I don’t always give her my full attention, and today, I wanted to get in touch with her earlier to tell her I was going to call her a little bit later than our regular time, and I couldn’t get in touch with her, and usually she’s home at that time, and I was already triaging because, the last time I couldn’t get in touch with her at a time when we had set, she was on the floor, incapacitated, and the door had to be broken down so that she could be brought to the hospital … and just the thought of her mortality — my mother is older, my mother is now 75, and when I thought, ‘Wow, she could really, she could, she could die today, she could, she could be gone today, and then I connected with her through FaceTime, and I was like, ‘Mom, hiii,’ you know, and I had a very different, warm response to her, right, and the same thing happens for myself when I recognize my mortal-ness. When I came back from that seminar, which was about probably a year and a half ago now, one of the things that he said that really stuck with me was how people wake up in the morning kind of like cursing the day, and that’s something that I would do, because, as you might be aware, I am not a morning person. And I would wake up being like, ‘Fuck, ughhhhh, I’m awake, fawwwk, I don’t wanna be awake, I want more sleep, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.’ And I realized what an absurd way that was to enter my day, if I would like to cultivate happiness in my life. And so now, I wake up, and even if it’s earlier than I want to, even if my first conscious thought is, ‘Shit!’ At— right after that, I go [big intake of breath] and I stretch out my arms and legs and I go, ‘ALIVE! ALIVE! THANK YOU THANK YOU Thank you for this healthy body, thank you for the sunlight streaming through my curtains, thank you for this day, I’m alive, I’m alive.’ Because truly I always want more life. I always want another day. Even at the moment where I— when I was thirteen or something held a knife to my … […] my wrist. I still couldn’t conceive of really not wanting another day. And that gratitude practice has shifted the timbre of my days.” – Lila


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11. shower-head: horizontal with a primo villan

In this episode, I lie down with my housemate Rene. Rene is the most genuinely enthusiastic person I have ever known. When I first met him, I didn’t trust him. I thought, “Is this guy for real? Is he really this happy?” He is! It’s incredible.

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Welcome to “what NOT to say when someone dies,” including actual things that actual people actually said to me after my friend Craig died, my dad dropped dead, while my mom was dying, & after she died… in the last 3 months. I’ll be your host, Lila.

“what NOT to say” will be a living document, updated whenever I have something useful, or supremely un-useful, to add. 

Friends. Our grief scripts are woefully cliché. 

From what I’ve heard and overheard and experienced, while the useful things people say are fairly varied (and tailored to the griever), the un-useful things tend to be generic variations on a tired theme, which is of course, part of their un-usefulness. How canned they sound. Tinny. Tinny skinny platitudes. Worn-out and saggy. Long past their expiration date. So expired a food pantry would turn ‘em away, knowmsayin’? Stale AF.

We don’t even apply the same kind of effort and imagination to our grief scripts that we would to, say, our birthday cards.

Shouldn’t our death day cards receive at least the same amount of care and forethought?

Read the whole thing (please, for your grieving loved ones) on Substack. Link in my bio

I love you.
I take a portrait every time I go to the chiroprac I take a portrait every time I go to the chiropractor. 

(You mean to say you, yourself, do not go to the chiropractor like this?)

1. This past week: exhausted, in between grief attacks

2. When they kicked mom out of her assisted living

3. While Mom was in Hospice care (those are my pajamas)

4. After Dad’s funeral, wearing my mourning armband

5. No makeup — couldn’t be arsed

6. The day after Dad died

7. Valentine’s Day, before everything — before @synchlayer died, before Dad dropped dead, before Mom died, before @ralphdelarosa died

Y’all.
I am so. Tired.
Dear Ones, I had no choice in what happened with Dear Ones,

I had no choice in what happened with my father after he died. 
I wasn’t consulted about anything except my schedule. 

Even though I am next of kin. Even though I am his only daughter. Even though I am his only child.

With my mother, I had all the choices. 

Years ago, she told me she wished to be cremated. She was not willing to discuss anything else, not about illness, infirmity, or death, though I tried, many, many times over the years to broach these end-of-life conversations. But my mother was a stubborn ol’ gal and when she planted her feet there was no moving her.

Which leads me to Saturday. The celebration of her life, the ceremony, was for me, in her honor. In her honor, but for me. Given all the choices, I chose color, flower patterns, gifts, community, a ritual with roses, art-making, rainbow snacks, and joy. 

Joy with a side of grief. Joy in-the-face-of. Joy.

I’ll probably share more photos from the celebration (as well as the Brazilian song I sang, accompanied by my old friend Nate Najar, one of the great young jazz guitarists) in another missive, but I wanted to give you my eulogy — 

✨ in case you wished to be there but couldn’t 

✨ in case you knew my mother and care to learn things about her you never knew

✨ in case you need to give one

✨ in case you want to witness it done differently

✨ in case your heart aches for me

I told the truth to the best of my ability. Whenever I write, whenever I do any kind of public speaking, I always ask myself: 
Is this true? Could it be more true?

This was the truest true I could get to. 

I hope it means something to you, and if it means something to you, I hope you’ll let me know — in some way.

Big Love,
Lila

P.S. Click the #substacknewsletter link in my bio to read / listen to / watch my eulogy. Thank you. ❤️‍🩹
Singing in her first language, Portuguese, at my m Singing in her first language, Portuguese, at my mother’s funeral, on May 17th, 2025. The song is “Carinhoso,” which means affectionate… if ‘affectionate’ were an altogether lovelier word.

Perhaps carinhoso is more akin to the word ‘tender.’ So, I sang tender, at my mother’s celebration of life.

I was accompanied by one of the great young jazz guitarists, Mr. @natenajar … who happens to be my friend from high-school-time, and who also reminded me that, back in the day, he received a few Portuguese lessons from my mother. 

I had forgotten that. A gift, all around.

I gave the eulogy beforehand. You can watch, listen to, or read it on my Substack through the link in my bio. Titled “eulogy for a mother, mine.” 

Thank you for witnessing. 

#mourning #celebrationoflife #nomothersday #funeral
My mother’s celebration of life was held on Satu My mother’s celebration of life was held on Saturday, May 17th, 2025. No one was to wear black. Everyone was to wear florals, and I, wore too much blush, in her honor.

The invitation read:

FROM LILA:

My mom, Sula Donnolo, died peacefully on Friday afternoon, May 9th, 2025. Her favorite place was the Unitarian Universalist Church of St. Petersburg.

We will gather at her favorite place at 1 pm for a brief service (1 hour long) & a reception with snacks afterwards.

Mom abhorred the color black and adored bright colors - please wear floral patterns (or tropical patterns) & bright colors in her honor.

LILA REQUESTS...

IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO CONTRIBUTE FLOWERS:

Lila asks that, in lieu of flowers, you send any monetary love offerings you’d like to give, to her fund for a Community Happiness Project on their property in Gulfport.

PayPal or cash (or you can find another way). PayPal link: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/horizontalwithlila

IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO OFFER CONDOLENCES:

Lila is feeling deeply exhausted, after the death of her friend in March, her father in April, and her mother in May. 

Please SIGN THE GUEST BOOK provided at the reception, or write her an email with your condolences at suladonnoloflorida@gmail.com 

Please do not approach her to say you are sorry for her loss. 

She invites you to approach her with silent hugs.

***

So much gratitude for so many:

Mel for keeping me alive last week.

Deniz for keeping me alive this week. And the logistics.

Zachary for the beautiful photos.

Nate Najar for playing “Carinhoso” so I could sing it.

Rev Ben for hosting the service.

Rev Dee & Ruth & Jeanay for speaking.

Kristi Ann for the signs.

William for finding us everything we needed.

Meghan & Joseph & Hospice Nurses Vi & Susan for the grief books.

Everyone who made a bit of art for my guest book.

All who contributed to the fund for a Community Happiness Project on our property.

This is community.
Thank you thank you thank you.
Dear One, I hope this makes you laugh as much as Dear One,

I hope this makes you laugh as much as it made me laugh. 

Laughter in the midst of grief is so good. As good as tears. Different sides of the same emotional release.

My dear friend & brilliant psychiatrist-writer, writer-psychiatrist Dr. Owen Muir, called to check in on me. We joked about my plan to write a scathing critique of this looks-so-nice-from-the-outside, for-profit Assisted Living facility my mom had been living in for a year. (This is not a joke.) 

Owen suggested I write a scathing critique of everything, and then used the phrase “the terrible consumer experience that is death.” 

He said I should write it. I said he should write it. 

So he called me and we recorded it. Together.
Because this is what we do. 

Big Love,
Lila

To listen to the 7 minute recording, tap the Substack link in my bio, or type this link into your browser: horizontalwithlila.substack.com
My new friend @latonya.sunshine78 , a visual artis My new friend @latonya.sunshine78 , a visual artist and educator whose work I *deeply* admire, gave an Artist’s Talk on Friday at the conclusion of her @floridarama.art exhibition, and I got the chance to see it, and hear her speak passionately, eloquently, humorously, lovingly, about her art and the process of making these large-scale mixed media collage works that, for lack of a better art-world term, I personally think of as Very Mixed Media.

If you swipe through to the last slide, you will see the very first time I caught glimpse of her work, long before I know who the artist was, weeks before the exhibition opening, when it had likely just been hung up, and I brought @mrghyseye to experience the immersive exhibit at FloridaRAMA and we both fell in love with the respective pieces behind us. We thought we matched the pieces so well, in both vibe & style, that we had best selfie with them!

And since I follow FloridaRAMA so closely here on IG, when I saw that the official exhibition opening was happening, I made it my business to get there, on my @radpowerbikes @stpeteradpowerbikes ebike, in my ball gown skirt. I brought two Toastmasters friends, Lena & Steve, along.

You can see from the second photo that I was so moved by Latonya’s work and beautiful energy, that I spontaneously Kissed Her Hands (!!!) Later I was a tid bit embarrassed, like ‘really Lila? She does not know you!’

But she does now. And I can tell you that Latonya is a source of unending inspiration, just by being who she is, and working the way she works.

I was deeply moved by the way she weaves objects, and memory, into a visual tapestry, and the way she listens to the objects until they Tell her how they want to be incorporated, so moved, in fact, that I brought her something back from my father’s funeral, and from his dilapidated house. I will be honored if those memories make their way into a tapestry of hers.

Recently I heard this quote. (Do you know who said it?) 

“Use your suffering. Don’t waste it.

I promise I will use it. I promise not to waste it. It will make its way into all of my art, of every medium. And maybe, it will make its way into the art of others, as well.

❤️‍🩹
I’m recovering from a speech heartbreak. I gave I’m recovering from a speech heartbreak. I gave the most beautiful speech of my life last week. It was about my parents, my father’s sudden death, my love, the love of my life. And it is gone because I forgot to turn on my microphone! 

It’s not completely gone. I did find an app transcription service that can read lips. So I have the transcript, but I am devastated to not have the video as I thought it was going to be something I would send to the @ted curators to follow up on my finalist win in 2021. I was going to send it to X, Y, Z… ( And @imranamed )

And the ephemerality of this is really with me. Sometimes creativity, even visionary creativity is a mandala. 

If you’ve ever seen the monks with the sand, pouring a mandala, they put such meticulous precision, such effort, such focus into it. And when they are finished, they gaze upon it… and they sweep it away. Somebody said that my speech last week was a mandala, and I was like, “Yes! I know!” 

Many people have said, “If you can do it once, you can do it again. And I know that this is true. 

As a person who has been creative my entire life, I know that this is true.

{To WATCH the whole speech or READ the full transcript, go to: 

horizontalwithlila dot substack dot com

Or click the link in my bio, bb}

And then go out and make some art.
“Fashion” I think I’m gonna need to add a B “Fashion”

I think I’m gonna need to add a Bowie album or two to my burgeoning collection… 

Which ones are your favorite? Let a girl know in the comments.

Art by @mollymcclureart 
Leggings by @l.o.m_design 
Vampira lipstick by @thekatvond 
Sneaks by @adidas 
Photo by @samia.mounts
Here’s how it starts: Dear Young Man I Dated in Here’s how it starts:

Dear Young Man I Dated in 2016,

I have something very important to say to you, and it isn’t ‘I told you so.’

It is this:

Politics are about people and the planet.

Every single political issue is about people, or the planet. 

Politics do not equal some ideological, intangible thing. “Politics” are real things with real consequences to real people. Probably people that you know. Probably people that you love.

When you say, “I’m not political,” what I hear is, “I do not actually care about people other than (a handful of) the ones I know personally.”

To read the whole letter, tap my Substack link in bio.
Brought my mom to @floridarama.art for the first t Brought my mom to @floridarama.art for the first time so she could experience something different than the view from her couch, and she “didn’t like it”? It was “esquisito”?

#okboomer 

BeforeI went up to NY for the funeral, I did wind up telling her that my father died. I was worried she would be devastated and she would develop what they call “increased mental state,” but that wasn’t the case. Mostly she was just sad for me. 

I’m not sure if she now remembers that it happened.

To be honest, sometimes I don’t exactly remember that it happened. I have his wedding ring and his glasses and the prayer card on my nightstand but still it’s sometimes unreal.

I don’t want to bring it up all the time, but I do like having physical reminders. 

And though I don’t want to wear all black all the time for months on end to show that I’m in mourning, it feels good to put on my morning armband… even, and maybe especially, because it’s just a little bit too tight. So I really know it’s there.

Because the grief is always there even when I’ve forgotten about it.

So is joy.

Hold your people close and tell them, 
if you love them, 
tell them.

#mourning #arttherapy #floridarama
A poem of grief and wonder-ing that I wrote years A poem of grief and wonder-ing that I wrote years ago, and could have written yesterday.

You can read the whole piece on my Substack (with proper syntax). 

Substack is where I put my tenderest thoughts and deepest writing. If you want to, you can become my patron there. This would move me very much.

Link in my bio.

#grief #griefislove
Went to my father’s funeral, but couldn’t wear Went to my father’s funeral, but couldn’t wear black *all* weekend.

Dreamy roses are red @selkie tournure skirt giving me life. Fascinator by @babeyond_official
Are you a member of the Dead Dads Club? Only two Are you a member of the Dead Dads Club?

Only two criteria for membership!

Any Dad will do. Stepdads, Granddads, Poor Dads, Rich Dads, Fun Dads, Un-Dads.

But for real.

I thought for sure my Mom would go first. I mean, I moved to Florida because she has dementia and she is dying.

“Plot twist,” somebody said.

That’s funny.

I actually mean that. I’m just too tired to laugh today. It takes too many muscles.

My mom is in an assisted living facility, on Hospice Care, can no longer stand up from a seated position on her own, and is worried about the stuffed cats we gave her possibly being dead because they ‘have a soul and they used to meow and now they stopped.’

The staff has been putting down food and water for them and every time I drop by the stuffed cats — and the food — are in a different place in the apartment. So that’s good. They’re still alive, you know. And the facility is still keeping her. Alive, you know. And putting down real food for her stuffed cats.

“What’s the harm?” they said. 

No harm, I say. She wasn’t going to eat that, anyway.

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I never wanted a child. So the universe gave me I never wanted a child. 

So the universe gave me an 84 year-old one. 

We are the playthings of the gods.

I have cleaned up her urine. I have cleaned up her shit. I have changed her soiled diaper. I have used a q-tip to put medicine in tender places that I never wished to see, because there was no one else to do it.

What’s that they call it in the Bible? Smiting? God smote him? Smited him? Smit him? In my bitterer moments, it does feel as though I’ve been smote. In my better moments, it’s simply the part of my story where Timon & Pumbaa sing the “CIRRRRCLE of LIIIIIIFE.”

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I’ve just learned that today is International Me I’ve just learned that today is International Mermaid Day!

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My Mom is dying. Fasc!sm is on the rise. A small g My Mom is dying. Fasc!sm is on the rise. A small group of evil corporate overlords is trying to Handmaid’s Tale us. My brilliant, funny friend @synchlayer died of bladder cancer at age 49.

I’m out here buying pretty things on the internet. 

I have no regerts.

This will be an essay mostly in photos. I am very, very tired. 

February was: 

setting up temporary-house in FL

gathering 95% of my possessions from 4 places in NY (thanks Kenneth, Deniz, Marghe, Owen!) and two places in Los Angeles (Thanks Adam M. & Samia!) 

driving a 12-foot box truck from NY to Baltimore to Savannah to FL (mostly with Jon! thanks Jon!)

shortly thereafter, flying to L.A. and, while packing up, the remaining 17% of my possessions, managing to see as many people I love as humanly possible (for someone who is slightly manic and rather time-optimistic) — which is, honestly, rather a lot of people, if I do pat myself on the back… myself— and then rushing back to St. Pete (thank you friend for flying me home; you know who you are) because mom went into the hospital again…

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Proud to Protest today.
Falling more in 🩷🧡💛🩵💙 with St. Pete!

Happy International Women’s Day. 

May each of us born to a woman, 
raised by a woman, 
nurtured by a woman, &
 f*cked by a woman 

CHOOSE to SHOW WOMEN the RESPECT and CARE that we deserve.

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“What a year January has been. 

My dear friend’s sister died by su!c!de. My dear friend lost his home in Altadena and had to evacuate the fire with his family, including his 92 year-old grandmother. My dear friend is dying of cancer in New York. (In his 40s.) The br*ligarchy rears, fasc!sm festers, and every tr@ns person, woman, and human with even mildly uncertain imm!gration status in the United States is, rightly, terrified. 

Here in Florida, my mom fell on her face right in front of me at church last week, on the threshold of the ladies room (busting her upper lip) and had to go to the E.R. where her CAT scan and her hand xrays came back negative but it turns out she has…..”

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