REID #110

Nov 08, 2022

incredible text message i received from my life partner

SHORT:

i lost every jacket i owned as a kid because i was busy trying to figure out who i was

MEDIUM:

i talked to my gay senior citizen pen pal today and was like, “you know Ric, 34 percent of queer seniors fear having to re-closet themselves when they go into senior housing”

and he goes, “yeah and the other 66 percent fear having to pretend like they don’t know their roommate who belts every word to Madonna is a flaming homo. Closet only works if it’s soundproof.”

i can’t wait to get old

…

i am scared of going bald tho… (but not because i’m vain!! it’s because my head’s so big and white that i’m worried people are gunna thing it’s EPCOT and start snappin’ pics in front of it/askin’ where they can go eat 5 different versions of bland spring rolls!)

LONG:

i’m writing this at 1am (again) — if that’s not already been made clear

earlier this week, i roast-battled my friend Zach, and he said “i was like nancy pelosi with how many newsletter emails i send out (w/ little riddles about my pronouns inside)” — should i stop sending them out so much?

… i don’t always have something profound or exciting to say, but i like running my mouth and reminding u that ur* (*i’m) alive

this evening I saw an actually good/amazing musical improv show (← 8th wonder of the world!) (← what people need to understand is i’m not a boy or a girl or nonbinary i’m a LOSER [who loves MUSICALS])

before the performance, i performed the age-old ritual of sitting in a midtown starbucks (that’s already decorated for christmas) and chugging a horizon chocolate milk as uptempo music blared so loud that i felt like i was a human escalade tricked out to have the bass b crazy

as a kid, i’d sneak 3 cartons of horizon milk out of the garage fridge and drink them all at once and immediately feel sick and regret the decision

i also drank the strawberry horizon milk and believed it came from “pink cows” — life was simple — these days, the only thing i believe in is? myself ! (every 3 weeks on a loop)

i saw 2 plays this weekend — catch as catch can (good) & kimberly akimbo (cute) — then i rushed home to finish my play about pigeons that shit themselves when orange traffic cones are thrown at them (lin manuel is waiting in the wings to hand me tony award)

i rush through everything i write

so that i feel zero attachment 2 the content —

i think this is an amazing skill

and not at all bad/detrimental to my overall connection

to my work

and the things i do

anyway, i’ll wrap this up

please give me feedback on what to write about (and how)

i love feedback (mostly because it has the word ‘feed’ in it)

and i feel i’ve basically mined every personal story at this point

alright

c u next tuesday

…

oh,

and come to my shows this week if u live in nyc:

NYCF content creators to watch showcase (11/10, 9pm)
michael bevan show @ club cumming (11/12, 9pm)
jew lanka (opening) @ tiny cupboard (11/12, 10:30pm)