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As a founding member of Hacienda Villa (Bushwick’s sex-positive intentional community), an intimacy expert, empowered lover, podcaster, and a Brooklyn / NYC-based woman, she can comment on topics related to…

sex [e.g. sexual positions, safer sex, sex toys, how to touch, post-sex intimacy, the sex between the sex]

love [e.g. types of love, how to open up to intimacy, love languages, cuddling & non-sexual touch, etc.]

relationships [e.g. communication practices, circling, friendship, trust, crucial conversations]

yoga [e.g. yoga poses, yoga practice, meditation, teaching yoga, self-care, yoga for better sex & intimacy]

movement [e.g. Argentine tango, capoeira, blues dancing, contact improv]

theatre [e.g. immersive theatre, public speaking, street theatre, performance anxiety, improvisation]

brooklyn / nyc life [e.g. brooklyn’s sex-positive culture, the resurgence of intentional communities, dating & sex in the city, co-working, chosen family]

 

The Best Sex Podcasts to Make You Laugh, Cry, and Feel Less Weird by Bianca Rodriguez


horizontal with lila

An intimate, thoughtful, often funny sex podcast hosted by Lila and recorded entirely while lying down. Sometimes guests lie down with her to discuss domination, Shibari, and evolutionary biology in what Lila calls “consensual eavesdropping.” It’s sexy and poetic and eye-opening.



You Call It A Sex House, I Call It Home by Lila Donnolo


Illustration of the article, “You Call It a Sex House,” by Rosena Fung.

We believe sex is essentially good. We celebrate it. Sex is normal! Sex is healthy! Sex is an appropriate topic of conversation! Sex-positive means no slut shaming (and, in fact, no shaming of any kind). There are so many reasons why one might choose to engage in sexual play – friendship, bonding, romantic love, recreation, intimacy, healing, intrigue, work, performance – and when chosen deliberately in sound mind, they are all equally valid.

Living here is a balm for the deep shame and secrecy I’ve experienced surrounding sex in our culture. Since sex isn’t taboo at Hacienda Villa, nothing is. We can talk about politics. We can talk about love. We can talk about death. We can get spanked at 11 a.m. on a Tuesday and then breeze into the kitchen saying, ‘Good morning!’ In that way, it is wilder than your average apartment, but that’s only because we’re not keeping our kinks secret. We want everyone here to have a great sex life—and for us, that begins right here at home.



 

Let the Games Begin: Sexperts Share Hot Tips For Sparking Sexual Creativity by Colleen Godin


When you’re hooking up with a new partner or exploring a new dimension of your desires, what you want and what you think you want isn’t always so black and white.

Sexual health influencer and host of the “Horizontal with Lila” podcast, Lila Donnolo, suggests thinking in primary colors instead.

“[The game] Stoplight is derived from the kink community’s practice of safe words. In many kink environments, saying ‘Yellow’ signifies slow down or back off, and ‘Red’ signals a hard stop,” explains Donnolo.

According to Donnolo, the rules work like this:

Have your partner lie down on a comfortable surface, and invite them to express any physical or emotional boundaries they might have.

“For instance, the other day I said that the inside of my mouth, ears, and nose were off-limits, that I did not want any hard impact, and to stay away from my belly,” she says.

Now experiment with the quality, speed, intensity, and location of your touch, moving from body part to body part based on your partner’s previously discussed limits and their responses throughout the game.

“Try things you’ve never done before. Explore with other body parts than hands,” she suggests. “How can you touch your partner with your hair? Your buttocks? Your nipples only? Repeat each individual touch until your partner responds with a Green, Yellow, or Red. Of course, if you get a very enthusiastic Green, you may wish to continue for a while.”

The most important part, according to Donnolo, is to pay special attention to the “Yellow” responses. Use these reactions as an opportunity to learn and better understand what turns on or even triggers your partner.

“When a yellow arises,” she explains, “ask your partner whether the resistance is physical: it’s uncomfortable, or too much pressure, or not the optimal spot for this type of touch; emotional: a hand around their throat, for instance, could bring up feelings, or mental/social: ‘what would so-and-so think’, ‘good guys don’t do this’, etc.”

Donnolo points out that a “Yellow” or “Red” response isn’t necessarily personal, but instead a good starting point to create a trusting relationship — one that could segue into an intense connection.

“If the Yellow is emotional, use this as an opportunity to dive deeper with your partner into the source of the resistance,” she explains. “Maybe they need to build more trust before indulging in that sort of touch. Maybe they need you to know about a trauma they’ve experienced before sharing that part of their body with you. You can ask them if there’s anything you could alter in what you are doing that would turn that Yellow into a Green. There might be.”

As the game comes to a close, think like a kinkster. Use what you’ve learned to show respect and understanding for your partner, which can only bring you closer and more sexually in-tune.

“Do more research. Try to find at least a few Yellows or Reds. And then switch,” says Donnolo. “You can time your turns — say, 10 minutes each — or simply continue until the time feels right. Formally close the game by concluding with a long, still hug and synchronized breathing, for grounding purposes.”



 

The Real People of Brooklyn’s Sex-Positive Group House by Daniel Krieger


Kenneth Play and Lila Donnolo (and Tiny, the teddy bear), The Real People of Brooklyn’s Sex-Positive Group House

“The residents range from a PhD data scientist to a virtual reality programmer to a yoga teacher, Lila Donnolo, who has been there since the start. She also handles PR and community outreach and recently launched a podcast about sex positive culture. Donnolo, who is 34, tall and slender with red hair, says the Villa is the type of home she’d been seeking for a long time. ‘Everywhere I’ve gone, I’ve been looking for community,’ she says, adding that her somewhat fractured family had much to do with this quest, ‘and every activity I’ve done, I’ve looked around and said, ‘is it here? Can I get that family feeling here?’’ She got a little taste of it with communities she was part of through tango, Acroyoga and theater, and also checked out a few intentional communities: the Hostel in the Forest, in Georgia, and Tryon Life Community Farm, in Portland. ‘But I didn’t think it was possible in New York,’ she says.

Then she met Feingold, who was renting out the rooms. She needed a place to live, but thought she wouldn’t qualify since she is monogamous – one of three now residing at the Villa – but he explained that, as long as she was O.K. with the sex positive lifestyle, that would be fine. ‘I told him, “no problem, because I was raised to be sex positive,” but I just didn’t know the term,’ she says.

She took one of the smaller rooms (rents range from $750 to $1,750) and made a cozy space with a loft bed and lots of cute effects, like little toy Army soldiers in yoga poses. She mentions with a tone of impatience the Villa’s sensationalized portrayal in the media, with headlines like the New York Post’s: “Brooklyn love shack gets makeover as swinger haven.” ‘Yes, we do have orgies here,’ she says, ‘but for ninety percent of the time we’re doing laundry, cooking, talking about our lives – what any housemates would do.’

‘The difference,’ she goes on, is that ‘there is no taboo, so we are able to talk about everything, which is one of the great benefits for me of living here. I also really like to walk around naked.’ (Alerts are issued through a house Slack channel when residents’ parents or children are present.) What some media accounts have missed about Hacienda Villa is that it’s primarily a community of like-minded people living together in a mostly ordinary domestic scenario.

Donnolo has availed herself to the communal hot tub, as well as the educational opportunities that come along in a steady stream. ‘I take a lot of the workshops and have learned so much,’ she says, ‘about my own sexuality, mechanics, toys. I get to go downstairs and have the best sex education available.'”



 

Dating Across the Aisle in the Age of Trump by Bryan Reesman


Illustration by Greta Samuel.

Lila Donnolo, founder of a sex-positive house in Brooklyn and host of the Horizontal With Lila podcast, was in a year-long relationship with a man whom she originally thought was more aligned with liberal beliefs. He was sexually open, and he was into meditation, crystals and reiki (which, it turned out, helped him cope as a recovering alcoholic). Like any couple, they had differences. Six years his senior, she does not want children whereas he does. She says that there were also concerns about how his rigidly conservative family might respond to her free-spirited nature, and they also had differing thoughts on kinkiness. He wanted to try some group play situations, whereas she felt they were not ready as a couple for that.

“We were together when Trump was elected,” recollects Donnolo, the daughter of a Brazilian immigrant, which contrasted with his wealthy white upbringing. “I was devastated. It’s the first time I can remember when I had woken up in the morning crying. I called him looking for support, and he was questioning me as to why I felt that way.” All she wanted was a hug and consolation, but he did not understand why she was upset because he felt that Trump and Clinton were not much different.

Donnolo reports that their split was ultimately propelled by his anger management issues, and she realized they were not compatible. Their political differences certainly widened their growing divide. “To me, most Republican politics are unconscionable,” says Donnolo. “So to have that person as my lover, I started to close up physically toward him after that. We [originally] had pretty hot sex, and by the time we broke up, I was almost not even kissing him. I basically shut down. He felt that I was not truly liberal because I didn’t respect viewpoints other than my own.” Donnolo says that he did not deceive her about his views. “I just never asked him because I assumed that he was like me,” she says.



 

9 Things All Good Sex Party Hosts Will Have on Hand by Grant Stoddard


“I only began to enjoy being a sex party participant in 2016. It was then that I got to know the residents of the Hacienda Villa: a sex-positive intentional community, headquartered in a sumptuous, gut-renovated townhouse in Brooklyn.

The Villa is an actual home for 15 sex-positive community members and a figurative one for anyone wanting to learn more about sex and sexuality. Here, people can attend workshops, talks, readings, and social events. It’s a place where you can attend a “PlayLab”, see advanced sex techniques being demonstrated by sex coach Kenneth Play and his assistant, then receive thoughtful and encouraging coaching when you give them a whirl with your partner or a game friend. Moreover, the Villa has also been the setting for some legendary sex parties during which its four floors, two outdoor spaces, hot tub, and cabana are bursting with naked people enjoying themselves and each other. It was at 220-people parties like these that I started to forget about needing an excuse to show up and actually lost myself in the experience.

At a certain point however, the community pivoted from devising, staging, and policing the roughly quarterly multi-level parties and focused instead on offering a range of “Sex Party in a Box” packages. Simply put, Hacienda provides the space and the infrastructure you’d need to throw your own, somewhat smaller sex party—the only thing they don’t provide are the guests. […]

Below are some of the less obvious things you may want to consider when striking out on your own and throwing a sex party.

Nitrile gloves

For Hacienda founding member Lila Donnolo, nitrile gloves are like having a fresh pair of hands when you need them. ‘Changing them between partners is not only good hygiene—it’s good etiquette,’ she says. ‘When your fingers are penetrating someone, you can give them peace of mind, since they can be certain that your hands are sterile.’ Donnolo says there’s an added bonus here if you like kinky doctor play, or have a rubber (and rubber-like substances) fetish. ‘Also, for those who get exhilarated by a little consensual fear-excitement, snapping the gloves at the wrist tends to make an excellent sound,’ she says.”



 

Because He and She and He and He… by Alexa Tsoulis-Reay


Villans in New York Mag’s Reasons to Love New York: 10th Edition

“A 32-year-old female housemate doesn’t identify as poly but was sold on the idea of a community where sex isn’t seen as taboo. ‘Nobody resents you if they hear you experiencing pleasure,’ she says.

‘We geek out over sex in the same way foodies geek out over what they eat,’ Kenneth explains, noting that it’s hard to find a roommate in New York who will put up with the noise, traffic, and unpredictability that may accompany a sexually adventurous lifestyle. It’s the anti–’smuggle your boyfriend into the bathroom, eat dinner in bed, angry notes left on empty milk cartons, tiny New York setup.’ But that doesn’t mean it’s a free-for-all. There are rules, including a ban on passive-aggressive sticky notes. And ‘Villa on Villa’ hookups are discouraged. ‘It’s like a work environment,’ he says. ‘Don’t sleep with your colleagues. Our personal sex lives are epic enough, anyway.'”



 

“Acrobatic Workouts are More Popular Than Ever” by Jordyn Taylor


Lorenzo Rodriguez & Lila Donnolo in Plank on Plank for “Acrobatic Workouts are More Popular Than Ever: Here’s Why They’re So Good for You”

“Performing acrobatic stunts with a partner helps bring people closer together. In a story about AcroYoga, CBS suggested the workout was ‘better than couple’s therapy.’ […]

Plenty of scientific research supports the idea that partner-based workouts improve romantic relationships. When you and your partner mirror each other’s physical movements, you create ‘nonverbal mimicry,’ according to Psychology Today. Nonverbal mimicry ‘helps people feel emotionally attuned with one another, and those who experience or engage in it tend to report greater feelings of having ‘bonded’ with their partner,’ the article reads.

‘Connecting with another human, working hard to support them, trusting them — it creates this almost instant camaraderie,’ Donnolo told Mic. ‘That’s really beautiful.’

Donnolo has witnessed friendships form in acrobatics class. ‘You leave, and that connection continues,’ she told me. ‘You see them the next time, and you’re like, ‘Hi, I put you up in the air! I put you on my feet!’ […]

Donnolo recalled what it’s like watching full-grown adults do cartwheels across the workout studio. ‘People were just grinning from ear to ear, ecstatic,’ she said, adding that going upside-down makes people feel ‘slap-happy.’

‘So many adults have a fear of it,’ she said. ‘To break through that feeling of being afraid of something you used to love when you were a child, it’s cathartic. It’s revelatory for some people.’



 

Sweat It Out Together: Acrobat Workout with Lila Donnolo


Lila Donnolo & Lorenzo Rodriguez, Sweat It Out Together

“The couple that runs, stretches, poses and cycles together stays together, right? Whether it’s true or not, we believe it.

With Valentine’s day right around the corner, Crunch instructor Lila Donnolo curated a killer partner workout with moves from the  Acrobat’s Workout class at Crunch to help you sweat it out with your loved one. Single? That’s fine too, partner up with your best friend. Because Sunday may be for lovers, but it’s for best friends too.

Be sure to #HBFIT to share the love and tag your workout partner!”



 

Five Kinds of Breaths Everyone Should Take, by Jordan E. Rosenfeld


Ujjayi breathing:

“Roughly translated from Hindi it means ‘victorious breath.’ This ancient form of breathing is most often associated with yoga, but once mastered, can be used for exercise efficiency and even stress management. Lila Donnolo, a yoga instructor in New York who teaches a variety of yoga styles, describes it: ‘You inhale deeply through the nose and blow out through the nose with a low hum. It’s a slight constriction in the back of the throat. It can sound like the ocean as heard through a seashell.’ She loves this breath for its versatility. ‘I do ujjayi breath when I go to the dentist because [the experience] is so uncomfortable to me. I’ve had a lot of marathon runners and dancers as students who said that the ujjayi breath helped in their training. I also find it really helpful to manage the space between trigger—or stimulus—and response.'”



 

Inside Brooklyn’s premier ‘sex house’ for polyamorous parties.


At 1:04 in the video, Lila says: “Generally people think it’s an orgy all the time, and that we’re fucking each other, which we’re not— we’ve had a rule since the beginning — and that’s actually what encouraged me to move in, that we had a rule against sleeping with each other and I thought, ‘Oh my God, that will reduce so much drama, it’s not The Real World: Sex House.'”

Inside Brooklyn’s premier ‘sex house’ for polyamorous parties.

“They could risk losing their jobs or being disowned by their families if they were open about their lifestyle,” said Lila Donnolo, 34, who joined the house in 2014 and hosts a sex-and-relationship podcast, “Horizontal with Lila.” “A lot of people just can’t understand or accept this lifestyle.”



 

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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.) 

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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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