The Interiors of People

Quote/poem by Catherine "Kitty" O’ Meara. I just saw that Jared Leto had been off on a 12 day meditation retreat and came back to civilization today to realize it’s now basically gone, and my first thought was how cool and lucky he was to be off doing that so that now he can be … Continue reading The Interiors of People

Finding/Making Another Dante Circle

And life is too short and too long to live in perpetual dissatisfaction of the moment you find yourself within but what a load of complete bullshit that ends up being when your “moment” consists of five panting, completely-terrified former feral kittens (your first Best Friends Animal Society foster kittens of the year) and an … Continue reading Finding/Making Another Dante Circle

Pull up a pyre

I was going to post something about the dystopia of living in a society where the feel good stories are about the masses huddling together over burning GoFundMe pyres because that’s all capitalism will let us have. But this FB memory from 2015 popped up and just last night this same walker-slayer—now 18–and I watched … Continue reading Pull up a pyre

Flamingo Go-Pool, Vegas, during EDC weekend 2019

Go Pool Flamingo Hotel/Porn Hub Auditions during Julia’s 21st birthday trip to Vegas. Those butt cheeks teased him backwards, turned around added some facing him, then clueless to the fact that people were pointing and laughing in shock—communing on our mutual disbelief, shaking our knowing heads at one another over their brazenness—covered themselves up with … Continue reading Flamingo Go-Pool, Vegas, during EDC weekend 2019

What would my asshole cat do?

The collective anxiety right now is incredible; lots of people unable to feel a sense of safety so it’s coming out as worry, desire to control things and a reaching out for near-constant reassurance from the world which in other circumstances would be eased by their own effort via coping skills and established resilience. If … Continue reading What would my asshole cat do?

Dreamer

Perusing a dusty Post Card Row fixer upper I could never afford, she arrived first and sat in a chair across from me—looking around expectantly—and within half-hour he was there and they’d hit it off, fingers touching then finally outlining the hand of the other, speaking sex into the air with quivering coffee shop etiquette. … Continue reading Dreamer

Sponsored/Spying

Thank you Instagram for posting an advertisement on your phone app for the exact hotel I was googling on my home computer earlier this morning. Nothing helps me feel more at peace with eventually having to grow my own vegetables and harvest my own water when capitalism fails and the planet says fuck it than … Continue reading Sponsored/Spying