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Achievement Unlocked: Featured on major fashion blog “Man Repeller”!

in interviews on 04/02/20

Image by Makeda Sandford. Taken at my home: Hacienda Villa in Bushwick, Brooklyn. January 2020


Meet the People Rewriting the Rules of Sex
by Amanda Kohr
first published on Man Repeller 01.31.20

The first time I heard the term “sex positive” was in 2017. I was having drinks with a close girlfriend when we began divulging some of our kinks. As the conversation got louder, funnier, and more x-rated, she suggested I join “Sex Positive Universe for Womxn,” a Facebook group and dedicated safe space founded by sexuality doula Isabella Frappier. “It’s kind of beautiful,” my friend said. “Women ask questions about dating, share lingerie brands, swap gynecologist recommendations…. You’ll love it.”

She was right. After I was accepted (joining required filling out a brief and straightforward form), I spent hours scrolling through the myriad comments, pictures, and questions from fellow members. People asked about alternative birth control methods, shared favorite sex toys, and posted pictures of themselves on “Feelin’ Your Selfie Friday.” It was the estrogen-filled refuge I didn’t know I needed. The repressed 13-year-old in me was finally vindicated.

A lot has happened since I watched Allison Hannigan detail her adventures at band camp (which I was actually kind of into).

As a teen, I begged my friends to share their first-kiss stories, and was the first to instigate games of “Never Have I Ever.” I once swapped out the Madeline VHS for American Pie at a Blockbuster so that I could watch the infamous pie sex scene after my parents had gone to bed. My copy of White Oleander was worn and tattered from how often I read the chapter where Astrid loses her virginity. Like many teenagers, sex was my private obsession. Eventually I realized the majority of my friends were also interested in sex—and, like me, they just felt awkward and stupid talking about it.

Tiana Peters is one of the people challenging the old guard. As a self-described “conscious hedonist,” she’s dedicated to destigmatizing alternative lifestyles.

The term “sex positive” was first attributed to a controversial doctor named Wilhelm Riech who, in the 1930s, posited that “some societies view sexual expression as essentially good and healthy, while others have a generally negative view of sexuality and seek to repress and control libido.” (You can guess where Americans netted out back then.) Over the next 90 years, his ideas would be adapted and reinterpretted through many cultural movements, like the sexual revolution of the ’60s and each wave of feminism. But mainstream attitudes around sex have lagged behind, making teens like me feel like freaks for having normal sexual curiosity as recently as the 2010s.

When I joined Frappier’s Facebook group and started paying more attention to the work being done to change the conversation, a newer, more modern definition of sex positivity emerged for me. With the progress made in the LGBTQ space, a broadening scope of sexual expression and gender identity, and some much needed conversations regarding consent and harassment, mainstream attitudes toward sex are becoming increasingly open and fluid. A lot has happened since I watched Allison Hannigan detail her adventures at band camp (which I was actually kind of into), and even more is happening now. Below, some of the forces shaping the future of sex positivity.

Sex-ed but without the bananas (unless you’re into that)

One of the reasons my friends and I were so hesistant to talk about sex is because we grew up with a sex education that was either lacking critical information or steeped in stigma. Inside the classroom, we learned about prophylactics and reproductive organs, and outside of the classroom, the conversation was clouded with patriarchal and heterosexual norms our young minds couldn’t parse. I ignored my first girl crush because I had historically liked boys and hadn’t registered that bisexuality was an option. Many of my girlfriends and I were persuaded into our first sexual experiences. We knew about condoms but we didn’t understand consent, sexual expression, or self-love.

But modern sex education is getting a queer-friendly and comprehensive makeover. California initiatives like Informed and In Charge and Teen Talk provide schools with curriculums focused on respect, discovery, sexual orientation, gender expression, and qualities of healthy relationships—all things my 13-year-old self (and all kids of my generation) could have seriously benefited from. And where structural solutions lack, a generation of YouTubers have cropped up to fill the gaps. (If you click that link prepare to lose a couple hours.)

“Sex positivity asserts that we deserve to make our sexual choices without fear of repercussions,” says Lila Donnolo, the creator and host of the 5-star rated horizontal with lila, which broadcasts intimate conversations recorded while lying down.

 

Sex ed 2.0 isn’t just for kids, either. At 29, I find myself learning the things I once yearned to know, this time through podcasts (The Ersties Podcast and Horizontal with Lila), Instagram accounts (Raquel Savage), and Facebook groups. The conversation is about more than just products and pleasure—it’s about treating and having open discussions surrounding sexual health (like STIs, endometriosis, PCOS), declining sex drives, or sexual trauma. Sexual embodiment programs, like that of Cara Kovacs, are dedicated to helping clients reclaim ownership over their sexuality. Much of Kovac’s work focuses on changing any limiting sexual beliefs a client might be subconsciously latching onto.

“Many of us don’t have a positive relationship with our bodies, or we think that something about our body is not normal or good enough,” Kovacs tells me. “The basis for this narrative is the whole ‘I’m not worthy of love’ idea, and we can change that.”

Everyone’s talking about sex, and it feels good

Because our education is expanding, it’s becoming easier and more common to have casual conversations about sex. This can be especially powerful when it seeps into public discourse; when I saw The Incendiaries author R.O. Kwan come out as bisexual via Twitter and Dan Levy explain that he liked “the wine, not the label” on Schitt’s Creek, I felt my own vocabulary, and thus my identity, expanding.

“When we have words for something, we can conceptualize it, and if we can conceptualize it, then we know there are possibilities beyond the ones we’ve been taught by church or family,” says Lila Donnolo, host of the podcast Horizontal With Lila. “So the fact that words like nonbinary and genderqueer and nonmonogamous relationship and pansexual are showing up in our media, on our streaming TV shows, in the mouths of actors and celebrities and Instagram stars, that means more and more people are being made aware.”

In other words: When we watch Orlando Bloom and Malin Akerman’s adorably awkward attempt at a threesome in Easy, it makes it easier to imagine the same for ourselves.

Katie Bianchi is a member of the Shrill Collective production team, a theatre company dedicated to giving female and non-bianary voices a platform to share their artistic perspectives. “Sex positivity is a radical action,” she says. “Accept your sexual desires and those of others, practice consent, and remember that you’re not alone out here, you’ve just got to find your people.”

 

“It can be very frightening to talk to your partner about what you want, but it’s also deeply freeing,” says Sean Grady, who is engaged to his partner of nine years. “Our version of sex positivity looks like talking about what we want without shame and making space for each other to do so as well.” Like many, Sean and his boyfriend have reexamined their definition of monogamy. And while the tenets of sex positivity don’t require a break with tradition, they do entail partners discussing their sexuality without fear or judgement, and allowing for diverse approaches to sexual fulfillment.

Enter: the cuddle puddle

As sex talk reaches new realms, organizers have responded—by starting communities, founding programs, and throwing parties that don’t look like their forebearers. The iconic Palm Springs swinging scene is probably still thriving (more power to it), but I’m talking about events specifically focused on sensuality, connection, and consensual experimentation. Many of these events don’t require any intercourse or nudity at all: Shibari (or Japanese rope play) workshops at the Hacienda Studio in New York City and Cuddle Puddles in San Francisco focus on sensuality and intimate connection over sex. Hacienda also offers pool parties and socials where guests can simply get to know other like-minded individuals without the added pressure of trying to make something happen.

It’s a refreshing change from the soul-sucking how-to-drive-him-wild perspective so many of us grew used to as confused tweens.

Sex activist Tiana Peters says owning your sexuality comes in many forms: “Knowing your sexual health status, having open honest dialogue about desires in and out of the bedroom, and understanding and practicing consent—especially exercising your right to say no.”

 

“People are searching for spaces to feel vulnerable without judgement,” says Tiana Peters, an event host and activist in the sex-positive community. “That’s only going to continue as more curious people join the community or create their own.”

“It truly is a Goldilocks game,” adds Bianchi, who has attended events at Bound NYC and Hacienda Studio. “So many people are doing the same things we are, trying to figure themselves out and feel free, and it’s not always the people you’d expect.”

These communities aren’t just inclusive—they’re spearheaded by queer folks, POC, and women. It’s a refreshing change from the soul-sucking how-to-drive-him-wild perspective so many of us grew used to as confused tweens. In that way, the sex-positive movement has become a political force, encouraging people claim ownership of their sexuality instead of letting others define it.

“In order for women and queer people to feel safe expressing themselves sexually, we need straight men to be on board and acknowledge where we’re coming from historically,” Bianchi notes. “They’re absolutely vital allies, but women and the queer community are having moments right now.”

Kovacs describes this era as a reclamation of the divine feminine, or, in less woo woo terms: the idea of leading from a place of softness, emotional honesty, and having tough conversations with an open mind. This is one of the things that made me fall in love with Sex Postive Women of the Universe back in 2017; the interactions felt as though they were symobolic of a larger shift in our cultural landscape, one that is heading towards compassion and curiosity. It’s also what I’m most excited for in 2020: a broader, more inclusive conversation that untangles shame and allows us to explore our authentic selves, even if we’re still learning what that looks like.

Photos by Makeda Sandford.

 

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“You make a selfie look like a Titian,” said a “You make a selfie look like a Titian,” said a playwright I admire, after a staged reading I performed in. 

(Thanks Richard Alfredo!)

I’m not the blushing kind, but, I think I blushed?

Before I started this series, way back in the glory days of 2013 (it was the innocent of times, I tell you), I was, well, kind of maybe sort of possibly a tid bit embarrassed by how many self-portraits I took? Nevermind the fact that artists have been their own medium since time immemorial. It’s different when you’re using a cell phone. Right? 

{WHO SAYS.}

I think of the great quote (had to look it up — it’s Chase Jarvis): 

“The best camera is the one you have with you.” 

I’ve never been a Hasselblad-chaser or anything. But I figured I should at least be using my mom’s old Minolta. For street cred. It’s from the 70s! It had an embroidered strap! The lens cap didn’t fit because the metal around the lens was dented! It still is! I still have it! It’s a bonafide film camera. You can feel that. Thing’s chonky. Vintage. Which means. That shit is heavy. I don’t want to carry it in my purse. It won’t even fit in half my purses! So. The best camera I had was my cell phone. It was always with me. 

(And when @thetravelingcreative Fiona taught me to wipe off the “grease filter” each time, it got even better. Fiona has taught me so many things, organizational wizardress that she is. Thanks Fiona!)

Read the rest of the essay (& see those bathroom portraits from 2016) on Substack! The link is in my bio, friend.
Summer & bae 1. Passport Photo Time! 2. She’s Summer & bae

1. Passport Photo Time!

2. She’s an interior decorator now, y’all! (Also, bae’s paintings are world-class! You could buy one!)

3. You can watch the sunset from this deck when you rent my apartment!

4. Last Day of Grief counseling at Suncoast Hospice, or as @mummybites called it, “graduation.”

5. Toastmasters supporting Toastmasters at @schoolcreativityinnovation ‘s immersive piece “Funeral for Someone You Didn’t Know”

6. Loralei Goes To The Beach!

7. A coupla lemons in downtown Safety Harbor

8. Whenever I see pictorial veggies I think of Tanja

9. Can you stand how gorgeous this retro candy apple fridge is?!!

10. This is Myrna.

11. Zach’s paintings in the kitchen!

12. WEIRD AL 

13. I repeat: WEIRD ALLLL!!!!!
The upper limits problem is a concept I learned fr The upper limits problem is a concept I learned from the book Conscious Loving. I tell people about this book. I recommend it to everyone. I buy it for friends. And of the entire book, the parts I continue to re-read are the passages about the upper limits.

The premise of the upper limits problem is this: at some point during our childhood, usually without realizing it, we made a decision about how good we are allowed to feel. We associated feeling good with, pretty much immediately, feeling bad. We were jumping for joy and babbling exuberantly and got told to keep it down; we brought home good grades and were told not to brag, etc. So at this point, most of us (not all of us, but honestly, probably the vast majority of us) created our own personal glass ceiling.

In the book, Kathlyn and Gay Hendricks put it this way: “Starting in childhood, most of us seem to put a lid on our positive energy in order to stay at the humdrum level of existence necessary to function in the workaday world.”

My upper limit is much lower than I’d like it to be. (Still!)

{Cont’d.}

Read the rest of the essay on Substack (link in my bio)!

@officialgayhendricks
Love Letter to Sarasota 1. Feets at the Ringing H Love Letter to Sarasota

1. Feets at the Ringing House mosaic

2. Band photo (band coming soon!)

3. Bathroom Portrait at the Ringling Museum of Art

4. Happy Hour with bae

5. Selfie with the most astonishing circus mural I’ve ever seen

6. Coffee shops are best offices — working on my Substack tiny wins essay @projectcoffee 

7. Always a kiss on the cheek when we selfie

8. Circus Museum!!

9. Backrooms, a movie without a why

10. Closer feets
When I was a kid, I used to win things all the tim When I was a kid, I used to win things all the time. Writing contests, penmanship awards, badges of excellence. (Games of skill, you’ll note, not games of chance.) 

I have no idea if I was able to celebrate any of these wins, because, as you may already know, I have hardly any memories before the age of 12.

I do know that after high school I stopped winning things. Maybe I won a single thing in college (an achievement scholarship for my final year). I went to NYU in New York City, my friend. The place where it happens. Small fishy in biggest pond. And I don’t know if this came into being when I stopped winning stuff, but about 10 years ago I realized that I genuinely did not know how to celebrate. I did not possess the skill of celebration. Or to be precise, I couldn’t feel celebration. In my body. Or anywhere else, really. Not on the inside. Not on the outside. And certainly not in a way that made my cells dance.

[You can read the whole essay — about how I learned to feel joy again — on the horizontal with lila Substack. Link in my bio!]
And even more Chiro office portraits: 1. About to And even more Chiro office portraits:

1. About to visit @jamesmuseum in my @tecovas & my @gigipip 

2. Happy that I finally found the perfect outfit (pants @farmrio collaboration with Adidas) to wear the forest green bomber that @czechmex gave me at my clothing swap years ago! These @l.o.m_design earrings are among my top 5 hero pieces!

3. Feelin’ like a fiesta— skirt is @farmrio / shoes are @unitednude / hairbow & necklace come from happy place treasure trove @riskgalleryboutique in Bushwick, Brooklyn!

4. And she thought she wasn’t a baseball cap person!

5. THIS SCARF from @pookieandsebastian — all I need now is a 1960s stewardess uniform and a Pan-Am bag, baybyyy!

6. Grumpy in sweatsuit #1

7. Grumpy in sweatsuit #2

8. Currently obsessed with majolica & majolica-adjacent designs. Don’t even know how to pronounce it!
Did you ever make a list of the experiences in you Did you ever make a list of the experiences in your life that could (even subliminally) be affecting your behavior to this very day? We did. I found it incredibly powerful.

You can read mine: I called it “trauma with that lowercase t.” 

(The link to my horizontal with lila Substack, where I keep my writing, amongst other bits of expression, is in my bio.)

And if you would like to be witnessed in this, I’d love to read yours too. Send it my way.
Love Letter to Palm Springs Featuring: Enormous Love Letter to Palm Springs

Featuring:

Enormous hat (from Marianne’s of Palm Springs)
The Love of My Life
A Selkie Dress
Street Art
&
A moste excellent scarf (gifted by said love of life)
There is a cure for this crisis of loneliness, and There is a cure for this crisis of loneliness, and it is intimacy, but *only if* we can expand our definition of what intimacy is and can be. […..]

{I’ll show you how to do this! I gave this keynote speech at my dear friend Adam @mindmaprenovations event, Lifelong Learners. You can read the whole transcript and/or watch the full speech on my Substack!}
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

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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.

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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!

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