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September 25, 2015
ALL THE BARS IN LOS ANGELES, 9/23/15: SoHo House2 glasses of...
ALL THE BARS IN LOS ANGELES, 9/23/15: SoHo House
2 glasses of wineTotal: $30The bar in the theater wasn’t really a bar, just a cart with a woman pouring wines so I accidentally bought at $16 glass of rosé called “Whispering Angel” and had to absorb this reality. Weesie and I took our revenge on the SoHo House by abusing the photo booth, which is free and prints out individual 3x5 photos instead of the small strips. We tried to do one with our tits out but the light washed us out and you can’t see any breast.
I spilled a glass of wine on the ping pong table and not in a fun party way, just in the way that one shouldn’t put a glass of wine on a ping pong table. There are fun spills and just regular dumb spills that remind you that you don’t have control over space and objects.
We were there for our friend David’s magic show, and David is good at his magic; there are always lots of people in the audience shouting “what!” “no!” “what!” which is what you should shout when you are really experiencing a good magic show. My favorite part isn’t the tricks, it’s the way his magic demonstrates that he’s so smart, that his brain is so much stronger and heartier than mine.
September 16, 2015
ALL THE BARS IN LOS ANGELES, 9/13/15: El Chavo2 Margaritas,...
ALL THE BARS IN LOS ANGELES, 9/13/15: El Chavo
2 Margaritas, houseGuacamole
Total: $16
Bari was in town for the weekend and this was maybe the last chance she was ever going to have to go to El Chavo. It was maybe, actually 100 degrees and we were walking down Sunset Blvd., and I asked Bari, “Do you have an emotional attachment to El Chavo.” She didn’t say anything but Mary Jane (pictured above) said “Yes,” really adamantly, which is how I was feeling.
The food at El Chavo is not great, except the chips, which are truly and deeply awful, and the service in the bar part, El Chavito, is slow – but the happy hour is $4 house margs and the light in the bathroom is pink and the patio is large and garden-like. The vibes are consistently good. At the end of October it will close and nobody knows what’s really happening with that. The rumor is it’s going to turn into a smooth, glossy, vegan Cali Mexican chain called Gracias Madre.
At El Chavo I celebrated birthdays, read books in the afternoon, shared a cigarette with the prettiest boy I’d ever seen in LA (never to be seen again of course). I cried there in public both with and about the Bad Exboyfriend, but before that, I sat with him on the patio on a long, hot night talking about everything and feeling the hot energy of Real Human Connection, while he smoked and I maybe smoked, but I can’t remember.
On Sunday, I was in Summer Witch attire (long black dress, pointed shoes) but not Summer Witch makeup because all my eyeliner and mascara had melted off.
The above selfie was inspired by Alicia and Eve’s bathroom selfies and Aubrey’s mirror selfie.
September 9, 2015
In the Most Homoerotic Episode of PLL Ever
In the Most Homoerotic Episode of Pretty Little Liars Ever, one man tells another man “let’s see that pretty smile after I bounce your face off the curb.”
In the Most Homoerotic Episode of PLL Ever, one man says of another man “he turned into a good looking young man.”
August 25, 2015
zanopticon:
A fun thing about experiencing depression in...
A fun thing about experiencing depression in punctuated episodes is that you can look back on, say, a year ago, when being alive felt like a truly cruel joke being played on you in excruciatingly slow motion, and think I do not ever have to feel that way again.
You can believe that improbable lie.
You can believe it LOUD. You can YELL ABOUT IT.
I know you’ve had a rough time / here I come to hijack you / I’m making the most of the night
This weekend I was trying to distill a bunch of things about DFW down into a sentence and the best thing I could come up with was: “You can’t, like, engage with the positive, life-affirming things he said without really understanding that he said them because he wanted to die.”
I’m not saying that Carly Rae Jepsen is doing the same thing, only that when she says I know you’ve had a rough time, and the rest of the night spills over into sharp-edged, perfectly executed pop, it does the same thing to me.
Also, after this summer’s foray into stadium shows, it’s really fun to see an artist who’s at a point in her career where she’s excited to get people excited, instead of being up so high that falling is not longer a threat; it’s an inevitability.
Zan on the CRJ show we went to last night.
After the show we drove around scream-singing to top tracks, Heart Attack, Girl Almighty, Teenage Dirtbag.
A fun thing about experiencing anxiety is that sharp bursts of something stronger can temporarily short circuit the anxiety mainframe and leave with nothing besides pleasure. The pleasure of good music and sharing it with good company. The pleasure of knowing all the words and shouting them.
At the very end of the night, I drove Zan home and she put on Fuck and Run, and in union we dropped out of our high pop registers and sung in a Liz Phair growl. We both knew to sing louder at “I can feel it in my bones / I’m going to spend my whole life alone.” We sang all the words together, and then poured ourselves to bed, temporarily perfect.
August 24, 2015
"In fact, if you fear almost every human contact, and also loss of human contact, then in a way you..."
- Renata Adler, via (via zanopticon)
August 21, 2015
magicwandarthistory:
Venus of Hitachi by Titian.
The...
Venus of Hitachi by Titian.
The Hitachi Magic Wand Throughout Art History is my new favorite blog [praise hands]
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August 18, 2015
Bottom | Joyland Magazine
My darling friend Cecilia Corrigan has a series of short stories she calls her “celebrity-uncanny” series and obviously I’m obsessed. “Bottom” might just be the best one I’ve read. Run don’t walk if you like: Mia Farrow, dark moods, Old Hollywood But Creepier, sexy parties, dark parties, Being A Girl, movie sets, or stomachs.
August 15, 2015
therumpus:
therumpus:
The first time I heard the word bisexual,...
The first time I heard the word bisexual, my friends Nikki and Bari were saying it about Leonardo Dicaprio. This was during the Man in the Iron Mask era, a terrible flop of a movie that came out a year after Titanic. At the time, there was a tabloid rumor that Leo was bisexual, Nikki and Bari told me.
“What is bisexual?” I asked.
“It means you are into guys and girls, both,” they told me.
Both was a revelation. In the very core of me, I exhaled — but not in the cliché way of “I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.” I had been very aware that I wasn’t breathing. I was very aware that even with the first exhale, I’d have to learn a new way to breathe.
Why It’s Hard To Talk About My Bisexuality by one of the smartest babes / babeliest smarties I know: Catie Disabato.
Thank you Rumblr! You please me so greatly and Iâm thankful
therumpus:
The first time I heard the word bisexual, my friends...
The first time I heard the word bisexual, my friends Nikki and Bari were saying it about Leonardo Dicaprio. This was during the Man in the Iron Mask era, a terrible flop of a movie that came out a year after Titanic. At the time, there was a tabloid rumor that Leo was bisexual, Nikki and Bari told me.
“What is bisexual?” I asked.
“It means you are into guys and girls, both,” they told me.
Both was a revelation. In the very core of me, I exhaled — but not in the cliché way of “I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.” I had been very aware that I wasn’t breathing. I was very aware that even with the first exhale, I’d have to learn a new way to breathe.
Why It’s Hard To Talk About My Bisexuality by one of the smartest babes / babeliest smarties I know: Catie Disabato.
Thank you Rumblr! You please me so greatly and I’m thankful
