Back in March, I had the opportunity to spend a lot of time in an amazing sanctuary space amidst a temporary art installation in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. It's hard to explain what the Forest of the Future was, but for some background you can read the curator/producer Quito's statement about it here. It really gives a good background of how they just wanted to make a magical space to bring together a bunch of the visionaries they've met in their world travels, see what connections and catalyzing could happen, and that space was a forest.
Hi friends. Sometimes I am doing something fun and I think “I should blog this!” And then I remember halfway through a post that it takes me a long time to finish posts. I’m brewing several good ones, including a swimsuit round-up I think you’ll enjoy. Soon.
In the meantime I often think to myself “I want to make a mix tape for my readers.” I love making mixes for people, as anyone who has ever been courted by me can attest.* I don’t have any serious romantic crush objects right now, which is unusual, and instead I have all these other crushes on stuff and things. Like this platonic blog crush on a blogger I have almost nothing in common with but love her outlook on life, photography and way with words. I keep talking about her at work and the Shop Girls are all “You have a platonic blog crush!” She has a playlist that autoplays on her blog and I thought it was cool. Like she made a mix tape for her blog readers.
So I made you one. Just some songs. To get you through the fact that it’s still snowing in April in some parts. I thought about adding the Prince song about April snow but it was more of a bummer than I wanted. So here it is. Maybe you’ll be like me with Kelle’s blog and sometimes go put on the playlist even when you’re not reading my blog? Or maybe you’ll dive into the Queer Fat Femme Guide To Life archives listening to my all over the place taste in music. (I lament the new MEN album is totally unsearchable on the playlist site and a lot of intensely indie stuff I like is missing, too.)
Maybe if this were real life I would decoupage a cover with a lot of glitter and cut out words and also a hand-written track listing in my terrible handwriting and you could barely tell what the songs were but it would mean so much to you.
Also tonight I met up with my friend Silas Howard who is awesome sauce. He is doing this rad book about 90s Queer/punk activist types in San Francisco and he needs an intern (likely NYC based but he’ll consider out of towners) to help him transcribe interviews with people like Kathleen Hanna and Justin Vivian Bond. We battleshipped at the Hill Country BBQ and wrote the meat of his internship ad over some brisket. The final ad is here, if you’re interested.
*Unless they were snobby about my music taste.