After I left Hollywood and ended my last relationship with you-know-who I decided to take some time to be completely alone and figure out what was actually going on in my life.
I promised myself at that point that the next person I let in close, kissed, slept with, or explored any sort of relationship with, would be someone I had first taken the proper time to get to know, like, trust, and genuinely care for — and I have kept that promise in the half a decade since.
Anyway, I’ve had a good solo run and have learned a ton about what (and who) I want and what (and who) I don’t want, but I’m back on men now.
Kind, dog-loving men who like naps and sandwiches and have long since deleted their Grindr accounts: Ask me out.💋
After canceling tour dates, pulling out of festivals, and postponing my album release show 3 times due to Covid-19, I am finally going to perform this thing on Saturday.
We will be doing more of these secret, private, Covid-safe shows over the coming months. The only way to hear about them is by subscribing to my newsletter. If you aren’t already signed up, make it happen on the right column of this site.
And to everyone who refuses to do very basic things to keep other people safe and end this pandemic already: You can’t sit with us.
My hot take is that pop culture and art and music and fashion and snacks and puppies and drag queens and texting and stupid movies and memes and holding hands and dancing and expensive perfume and very high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and fancy bath towels and shiny pretty things and tall boy bathtubs are all actually really important.
The pandemic is hard and endless and there’s no extra credit for suffering. It’s not shallow to want to surround yourself with life and beauty when there is death and sadness all around.
Say yes to all bread. Chase kindness. Buy whatever. Laugh about it. Cry about it. You’re doing great.
