A new essay on eloquence or the problem of speaking well. I talk about sontag, rosalia, ballet, my friends, beauty, god. A final entry in this year’s series on self & consciousness. open.substack.com/pub/foliei…

The essence of queer temporality is that of course, one does have more hours in the day than the heterosexually timebound, and one may enjoy a dinner an opening a rave and an afters all on a weekday

Musical theatre is quite impressive. They sing, dance, and act, sometimes simultaneously

One must write just enough to be worth inviting to parties, and one must party just enough to have material worthy of writing

I inherited my martyr complex matrilineally

Fortunately, my congratulatory anne carson story post text excerpt was far more esoteric and uniquely-sourced, and your Ecstasy of Love was certainly Small and Sad

So, that was trip-hop actually. music.apple.com/nz/album/the…

Something quite fatphobic about a flock of birds immediately flying away when you walk past. I don’t think all of you had to go, frankly

I had a dream aretha and patti labelle were covering smerz’ You got time and I got money

This has all been a scheme orchestrated to distract from tinashe and each second wasted on discourse is another small death (tinashe is, of course, a deathlessness)

I have grown wiser, calmer, more intentional about energy. Unfortunately I do miss cultivating parasocial relationships from online schizophrenics

True power comes from total mastery of eye contact. and knowledge of its intricacies

I am concerned with subjectivity and intersubjectivity and also of course wooden furnitures

I was sorry to miss my grandmother’s funeral, but I knew there was local art nearby, and I knew I must support it,

So many opinions on what conditions will irreparably damage one’s life at [arbitrary age], when, if you are kind and curious about the world, and you keep trying, you’re really doing just fine

We were at the cinema and my friend asked if I wanted popcorn and I, almost like reflex, purely unconsciously, said the phrase ‘I find popcorn juvenile.’ I’ve never thought that before. I don’t even believe it. But my instinct for Having Something To Say overwhelmed even me

That even in countries that use metric, the phallus continues to be measured in the imperial system—Cock is a colonial disease,

Something uncomfortably plastic about the writing on shows like Adults, I Love LA, etc—like all the characters know they’re telling a joke

I wouldn’t say it’s ‘measles’ so much as a tasteful homage to yayoi kusama

Strange to see the phrase ‘khia asylum’ becoming common parlance among celebrities, when not a single one of them has accomplished a feat like this

becoming-‘trade,’ and the autophallophilic homosexual male