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Dusti RW Levy. Disabled GenX PanQueer Southern poet, academic, essayist, dramaturg, playwright, & dramatist telling stories about love, longing, grief, & ghosts. CATF. delicate emissions/Thirteen Bridges/McNeese Review. McNeese MFA 28. š: Calcasieu Parish.
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Iāve been watching (and listening to) it since it was brand new and never get sick of it.
I did it, yāall. I watched SINGLES again.
itās exhausting
My late father was so obsessed with it, and he wasnāt gay at all, he just couldnāt fathom gay sex. Once I asked him, when he said he couldnāt stand the thought of āit,ā why he was thinking about it at all when he was straight and in a loving marriage. Fucking crickets.
this feels like an artistic downgrade
Hey #WitchSky : what are your suggestions for spaces where candles cannot be lit? Iām considering salt lamps because I dislike electric candles (and have to deal that plenty at Hanukkah already). (incidentally my house fire was not caused by candles!)
Ah, it happens š Weāll be excited to see tomorrow!
Iām here for making these corrections. Blumhouse should have better quality control!
I mean I like being onsite where my apartment and stuff but I also feel weird n this place with so much breakable stuff.
My agent is working on getting Cisco & me into a hotel starting tomorrow!
When I see, āDebra posted something on Threads you might likeā and I throw my phone against the wall because I PROMISE YOU, NO ONE POSTED A THREAD I MIGHT LIKE!
I mean itās back when we were still writing songs about the Vietnam War, so I would personally never think itās a pedestrian choice! (Plus itās a banger)
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It will change every time Iām asked, but letās say āSo. Central Rain.ā
In enjoyed this film but did include the county issue in my @letterboxd.social review š
A reminder to printout articles about trans people, papers about trans people, and start collecting trans literature.
Nope, it says Vierges County on the sign. I wondered if maybe itās supposed to be across the border in Texas? But they likely just didnāt care about getting it right. Screenwriters need dramaturgs, too.
Wow this movie is way more messed up than I anticipated.
Excellent.
Yes! šš»
A fun FYI: Thereās a drag king in Birmingham, Alabama called Lawrence of OāLabia (and I bet there are more).
These are all things you know though.
Maybe itās just an error in the wiki entry? Iām not that far into the movie yet. The family is from Houston so the writer knew a little something. But the accents are weird too. Louisiana accents are not Southern accents, and thereās like 300 different ones.
Tell me why this movie set in Louisiana calls them ācountiesā instead of āparishes.ā en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_House...
The two indie bookstores here are themed: one is romance, one is mostly fantasy, neither of which I read much of. But she participates in libro dot fm *and* sells fun merch *and* will do special orders, so I can support local once I have spending money again.
I was wallowing in my depression then the owner of one of the townās two local bookstores posted theyād be open until 1 and have some $1 books. Sheās so nice and introduced me to folks at the Twilight thing. So I got dressed and went to see her shop. Iām glad I did.
oh god not little foot
My eyes will not stay open. This shit has me so stressed and everyone is closed today and I have work and school for more than 12 hours tomorrow.
loving that extra effort this month, we need it
Yeah because it takes at least two jobs to stay afloat
Happy meteorological (real) fall.
I miss my friend, Helen. It would have been her birthday today. Please consider donating to the fundraiser for her kids: www.gofundme.com/f/support-he...
Wonder if I could learn to crochet just to make coasters.
A local pub I kinda liked (where many of my MFA group were going to hang out weekly) recently switched to tallow. As an omnivore I *like* the flavor of the food cooked in it but I will NEVER go there again because I know what it actually means. Same with raw milk at the farmerās market. Nope.
Anyway I hate to quote Christian teaching at all, but get the plank out of your own eye.
It reminds me of when the only place I could cash a check was the Walmart Money Center, and there was this woman always there the same time as me giving me the side-eye. I mean, weāre both cashing checks at Walmart, please tell me why youāre giving me this look.
An Instagram person who still uses Substack for her newsletter posted that anyone who isnāt serious about fighting techbros and fascism and the patriarchy and fighting FOR land back and a free Palestine should block her and get off her page.
TODAY IS THE LAST DAY! I still need $1000 for August (PAST DUE AS OF AUG 15) Currently waiting on SSDI Appeal with zero income. linktr.ee/jskylerinc Anything helps! ššæ š³ļøāā§ļø
I would still *love* to see him in concert. I donāt have musical phases, I just add stuff on like a charm bracelet thatās gonna be used to sink someone, but āSteppinā Outā is the first music video I remember seeing and he developed my *need* for sophistipop in the early 80s.
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thatās what my freshmen are telling me!
If my financial aid would just drop (it wonāt ā itās a holiday weekend) this would be easier because then I could not be worried about financial aid dropping. And I could replace a few of my clothing items immediately and not be wearing the same three less-smelly things over and over again.
Okay now I think I can drive but Iām worried if I leave, I will lose my parking space. This re-traumatizing is ROUGH.
Pulses
"but, thatās past. The future is a sparkling fishhook. All beautiful things conceal their rough and hanging edges." Read "Cape Disappointment," a new poem by @mickafoos.bsky.social.
How beautiful. I love this so much! Years ago I wrote a poem called āCape Disappointmentā (published at Impractical Things). It remains one of my favorite places on earth.
I need some sort of quadruple chocolate or brownie core ice cream but am too tired to drive š
My poems āTickseedā and āSufjan Stevens glues wings to his backā are in this lovely issue of Delicate Emissions!
If I want to hear a man ask a woman if she likes something, I will definitely go looking for it on my own.
I am not anti-porn but I am anti-porn-being-passed-off-as-general-content. You know the type ā big empty kitchens, rooms that look like model homes etc.
I accidentally got pulled into watching a cooking video on FB today and at the end of it, a manās voice (presumably the camera operator?) said, ādo you like it?ā in such a porn-y way that I got the ick.
I canāt eat green ones, but the others are so so nice! My thing used to be to make a āsummer stuffed pepper ā but instead of beef and rice, it was a hollliwed-out orange bell pepper full of tuna salad (which included a few finely-chopped Trader Joeās sweet and spicy pickled jalapeƱo peppers).
This is not to tell you that you have to cancel your stuff. I had to get a new fb account (ugh) to access the circular economy n my community so Iām trying to reduce harm elsewhere. See also: tight budget.
My kids are 22, 23, and 25 and v disappointed (because Iāve covered the cost for so long), but also understand my two reasons: Spotify as a corporation SUCKS for a thousand reasons and I canāt afford it any more. I made sure to include the political support and the AI bullshit in my comments there.
I did it. I canceled Hulu (an on-again, off-again subscriber due to my love of THE BEAR). And I also canceled Spotify Premium Family, which Iāve provided my kids with since 2015, when I was a Starbucks barista and we got it as a CoffeePerkā¢ļø
Apple in tuna salad is what the kids call S-tier. I like it even more than I like crispy yellow bell peppers in tuna salad.
My daughters are ent to get tattoos together today ā for one (the oldest) it was her first. ā¤ļø Iām not a tattoo person , but my youngest had been plotting her tattoos since preschool and did indeed spend her birthday money on ink when she turned 18. Sheās gotten tattoos in two countries.
I wish I hadnāt had a fire last week.
Now Iām at my university library, looking out the window at rows of trees and an arroyo (or whatever they call them here) for bayou overflow.
Then I remembered there is a big-ass lake so I went for a walk there, met some old fishermen whose accents are *very* Calcasieu Parish. Helped my mood tremendously.
These little convos & connections save me every time.
In an effort to dig out of depression, even temporarily, I went to the space-themed coffee shop downtown and as they were closing, the owner (a woman my age) came out and introduced herself to me and we had a nice talk about the city & all that happens here.
(to be fair, I subscribe to the David Lynch school of artist bios for journals/zines: āDavid Lynch is an Eagle Scout from Missoula, Montana.ā Perfect, no notes.)
I maintain that every creative person submitting work for publication should have a 50-word bio, a 75-word one, a 150-word bio, and then, if warranted, a longer one. If you donāt have lots of publications, focus on something else, like your mission, philosophy, influences (not a list of names).
Iāve read hundreds of poet and playwright bios over the last few months. Many of them are objectively terrible.
Business opportunity (or service opportunity) for poets: a workshop on crafting a bio that makes sense, is more than just a list of publications and awards, brings humanity to the poet, shows creativity while maintaining sense.
Sometimes theyāre beautiful and useless š
The first person I had a date with after leaving Seattle just texted me an invite to their housewarming party because they and their partner just bought their first home. Forever loving dyke culture. ā¤ļø I canāt go because Iām not in Alabama any more but itās lovely to be included.
Iāve tried it multiple times over the last 8-9 years and justā¦canāt.
I canāt write anything right now, and I can barely focus to read. Iām grateful for fun & interesting entertainment.
Catching up on all the @thesodajerk.net and @tastinghistory.bsky.social episodes Iāve missed.
Faculty from my MFA program have called, texted, or emailed me daily (more than once!) since the fire.
@thesodajerk.net As a Southerner, I appreciated your āleanā joke in the Midnight video š
āAll our beefs is from the past.ā
American Girl. Donāt care whatās going on around me when it comes on. I will sing; I will dance.
Thank you. I keep thinking itās no big deal, then realize Iām not breathing. Not just the loss, but the memory of the event and my catās eyes as he dug his claws into my neck for a good half an hour, trying to figure out what was happening.
Iāve got this collection of waffle knits that bring me comfort. I take excellent care of my clothes so as lot to have to replace them frequently. My barista tees from Starbucks are still in good shape.
The thing about my things and the fire is that most things I have, Iāve only had since summer of 2022, when I left Seattle with only what would fit in two pilot cases and a tote bag. Also Iām a size 26 and finding replacement clothing would be stressful. Doable but stressful. Even with money.
They believe the clothing and bedding could be salvageable, which is good, but Iām not sure at what chemical cost that will come about. Might still be easier than replacing them.
I guess one way in which past me took care of future me is by slowly eliminating a lot of the unnecessary plastic from my world. And for my Stanley tumbler and Owala bottle ā I name them because I love them ā theyāre metal and I can easily replace the tops alone.
Boo. Itās what Joyce from ServPro told me, and she is trustworthy, but I hate it. I just put the big puffy rainbow sticker on my plastic laundry hamper š But I really donāt want to smell this stuff. itās gross. itās traumatizing.
As a person who detests all things law enforcement, Iām bummed that our city and county councils in Louisiana are called Police Juries. For no reason? Iāll look it up. Napoleonic something, probably.
you improved my mood with this post āØ
I believe them! But also wonder if thereās another solution I could try to make myself feel better besides having to trash it all in a landfill and replace it. Got that guilt that regular consumers get which corporations who waste millions of times what I do could never feel.
Anyone have experience getting fire smoke odor out of plastics? Iāll consult Reddit as well. My mitigation company has said most plastic is considered unsalvageable after a fire. This includes things like my countertop ice maker, my rice cooker, and the lids to my Owala and Stanley pieces.
No but seriously 8k would save my blood pressure yeah!!
I put a video up by the same person whose video I was watching when the fire started, and my kitty freaked out. So that wonāt be happening any more.
This has some of my fave Nic Cage lines, actually. And his first scene, when heās coming out of the ocean, is sublime.
Itās VALLEY GIRL time. I adore Julieās parents in this film. Itās so much more wholesome than itās given credit for, but still contains substance.
Thank you š
Iām glad for insurance but also very sad.
All my clothing, the sofa, linens, hair scrunchies, all plastic things including the coffeemaker, all lampshades, my carefully crafted collection of shopping bags, my shoes ā unsalvageable.
I admit to enjoying the niacin flush that occurs when I drink RedBull š
My oldest turns 25 on Sunday and my youngest turned 22 on Monday. The middle is 23 until spring. I bet theyād humor me if we could find the toys though.
I see even the most reasonable of my colleagues, and my 65 year old lesbian sister-in-law who is a Rotary club president, and my 19 year old interns all drinking these constantly (and as breakfast!). Youāre not alone, but that probably isnāt comforting. Iām still stuck in white peach RedBull.
I have three years before Iām qualified to do that full-time š
Still on that smooth āSilk Chiffonā vibe with MUNA š Especially with this stressful-ass fire!
I made a joke about wanting a listening party with Manās Best Friend followed by St Vincentās album Daddyās Home, but the impeccable vibes are so similar.