REID #109

Reid Pope

Nov 01, 2022

this week i spent 3 hours using this tiktok filter that turned me into beautiful purple spooky woman and being like “oo la la!” and Jess was like “can u just go out and do drag or something, I can’t keep watching you do this” (I reminded her that I actually can’t ever do drag because I don’t like the feeling of “stuff on my face”).

SHORT:

If Kanye

puts his shoes

in a pile

in a museum

i’m leaving town*

(*earth)

MEDIUM:

Everyone in NYC

is different

and it’s so beautiful;

for example,

the fast-casual lunch spot “DIG” gives me explosive poos

so I had to stop going there,

but that’s not the story

of the 500ish people I see in line for it

every

single

afternoon

on my way

to class

LONG:

On Friday, my-girlfriend-Jess and I attended a Halloween party (sober) on the Upper East Side hosted by my heterosexual childhood best friend Kayla (who was having a drunken ball and kept yelling “CAN’T you not WAIT for my WEDDING!?”).

Everyone at the party was dressed as something like “slutty nurse” or “hot devil”. Jess and I were dressed as the new(ish)-ly released French photo-sharing platform: BeReal.

Throughout the night, I kept leaning into Jess, saying, “they all WISH they were us right now”. She was like, “yeah, that 6 foot guy dressed as Tom Brady and that blondie dressed as Flo Pugh definitely wish they were 5’4” tall nerdy nonbinary twinkdykes jointly dressed as a topical iPhone application.”

There was 1 girl at Kayla’s Halloween party who was dressed as a big pickle — Jenna.

Thank god for Jenna.

People who dress as big pickles on Halloween make the world go round.

If nobody dressed as a big pickle on Halloween, the world would stop, tip over, and we’d all fall off — we’d fly into space, exploding on impact, and right before we’d explode, we’d be like, “damn, someone should’ve just dressed like a big pickle, then none of this would’ve happened”.

^climate change metaphor(?)

Anyway, it was very warm in the apartment, so Jenna Jenna kept taking the top part of her pickle costume off, BUT she’d occasionally slip it back on for pictures & such, and each time she DID my girlfriend would whisper “pickle’s back up” (which would send me into a frenzy).

Even now, thinking of “pickle’s back up” is making me hysterical.

The moral of this newsletter/story is you don’t need drugs and alcohol to have fun on Halloween, you just need someone dressed as a pickle and a stupid* life partner.

(*complimentary)

Alright. I hope this thing thrilled you as always.

Maybe next week, I’ll remember what deep emotional stuff I care about, and pen a beautiful essay about it.

C U Then…

WAIT

also

Shoutout to the person i met in the NYU elevator today who’s a newsletter reader! Sorry if I was a little out-of-it when I met you. It was 9am and I had stayed up all night editing this fake movie trailer about ghost tits

okay NOW c u next tuesday 4 real