66. The Week in Me
Today is not for moping. I have new paid subscribers (thank you,
and )! I concluded my small writing tour on Sunday! The Red Light Fiction team invited me to read my winning “Six-Word Sex Story” contest entry at Honey’s in Brooklyn. You can watch that below!
Here is the full event:
Special thanks to
, reader and new friend, for coming out for Sunday’s reading (pictured here with dear beloved friends Michael and Andy):
Here is last week’s reading of a song called “Stupid Sexy Santos” that I never recorded but may publish someday:
This Chris Pratt Pringles ad *tirade* hit 2000 views and is my first post to do so!
He Must Be Stopped
This Monday, a Monday like any other (“working” from home, planning to “catch up” on the Real Housewives of Potomac aka play Candy Crush in between Candiace talking heads, being “dressed” aka wearing a size 4X band hoodie and underweards) I went on Twitter and saw something that made my pastafied Italian heart stop.
And
sent me this kind comment on my last post1. Many of you left encouragements around my big ole career change, and it meant much:
AND!!! I was in a music video for my friends in Folterkammer! The dress I bought from Amazon for this shoot was so billowy on me that I had to tuck wads of fake cash into my cleavage to avoid a slippery nipple. All my kisses to
for bringing out my inner pugilist.To read:
Sent by
, written by Anna Havron:“We return. We return at some point but we will never be the same as we were, before. Before the death; the layoff; the diagnosis; the rape; the house fire; the divorce.
I don't believe that we get over, get past, move on, recover from things that alter our sense of self. What we do, eventually, and often only after a fair amount of time and emotion has passed, is to return.”
If you want to curry favor with your girlfriend or gayfriend, read this immaculate profile of Tom Sandoval from Vanderpump Rules, by Irina Aleksander for the New York Times. And yes, he apologized for the George (!!) Floyd (!!) comparison.
“Man arrested 30 times for bus and train thefts just wants to work on the subway.” I say let the man drive the damn subway.
I once went to Saint Vitus for an emo night karaoke with Chris and Ali and Bekim and Claudia. My ear plug fell out halfway through and I flicked the other into the audience as I sang “Three Small Words” from Josie and the Pussycats. I had tinnitus for 36 hours and feared I might live. the rest of my life with Chuck Barris ringing a gong in my skull.
This is to say that Saint Vitus’ recent closure is an affront to indie music, music venues, metal music, touring music acts, and music in general, and if I find the person responsible for this I will kick his ass.
“It’s very hard to work when you’ve got your fingers crossed.” A 1982 profile on Jack Dowd, who greenlit the Reese’s Pieces product placement in E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial. A nice payoff on a big risk. (I found this by reading the E.T. novelization recap on what is now Duque’s Delight.)
Oh, this profile on attorney to the fallen stars (Jonathan Majors and Jen Shah) Priya Chaudhry is fascinating. By Angelina Chapin.
To listen:
Still thoroughly gagged that Bridgit Mendler released the greatest pop track of all time and then dipped to go to MIT, foster a child, and LAUNCH A SPACE STARTUP?? To quote someone I don’t follow on Twitter, she is actually Barbie. What can’t she do?! Stream “Hurricane.”
Ryan Gosling needs to bring his spooky ghoul band back Iexpeditiously:
Let’s cry together:
To watch:
I had a conversation recently with my friend Diana. Diana has a facial difference, not the same as actor Adam Pearson’s below, but one that led to her feeling seen in The Hunchback of Notre Dame, as harrowing a film (and one I truly can’t recommend for children, or most adults, holy shit, Frollo is terrifying, how did they ever make him and his incellious swannings about a McDonald’s Toy!??!!) as it is. It was an enlightening conversation and I sent her this interview when I discovered it days later. A reminder that others’ challenges and adversities, whether it be a disability, grief, or marginalized identity are worth discussing with them as they share those parts of themselves. Connoting their lived experience as negative and something to shush away is not honoring their full identity. It’s a balance, but if a person feels safe enough to trust you with their truth, listen, consider asking gentle questions, and learn how to correctly identify your friend/coworker/favorite street taco guy and their needs.
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I had zero clue this existed until my Instafriend John Burke DM’ed it to me. I’m biased since it’s my friend’s dad giving the performance, but the Leland Palmer appearance made me squeal with laughing glee:
Me dancing in the bathroom at 3am:
This is literally just Simone:
(this is her when Matt comes home and does not immediately lay prone in bed so she can sit on his stomach)
This is literally just Lugosi:
Actually my babies:
made this!
Lugosi will NOT GET OFF MY SUITCASE for next week’s New York staycation:
Various and sundry:
Me. I love pieces of flair!
From Dylan:
I want to eat the meringuen:
Love you bitches,
TG
65. The Week in Me
I’m leaving my job. Yes, the job I didn’t want to take, the job where my boss touched my sweet little hairds. Today is my last day.You can also follow me on Instagram and Twitter @sweatylamarr! I will be doing something very scary, and challenging my already tenuous self-worth by severing it from my pawnship in corporate capitalism. Or at least trying to…
Ryan Gosling, WHAAAAT?!!!! I saw La La Land, so I knew about the piano playing. Totally forgot about that until I watched this video. Didn't know he could sing until I found the video from the awards show. But this?! I didn't know he was in a band! Oh man. Lurved, lurved, lurved his deep voice. He's got that rockabilly sound. It almost reminded me of that song "Bad Things" by Jace Everett.
was sooo fun to meet you in person. what a great pic :)