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I released my 10th album this week and next year will be celebrating the 25th anniversary of the 1st one. Wild stuff.

I can’t ever tell if I am the hero or the villain of this story, so I usually land on: I am both. People are assholes and I’m one of them. Unlike most of you though, my entire humiliating human journey is on record. Every dark thought I had as a teenager is literally downloadable on iTunes, a quarter of a century later. It’s horrifying and liberating all at once, and has always felt this way to me. I made bedfellows with overexposure early on in my career because I had to as a result of my writing, not because I understood what that would actually mean 25 years down the road.

I’ve been writing songs about what’s happening in my life at any given time since I was a child, and began recording and releasing those songs professionally when I was 17 — still very much a child. Life was all the way off the rails for me back then, and so is everything I did and wrote during that time.

My discography exists in two parts: 1998-2008 sounds like drugs and violence because everything around me was drugs and violence. 2009-now sounds like a person putting things back together after all the drugs and violence. I do my best to stay compassionate with myself about the lot of it, and I am ultimately glad it all exists — but it’s so incredibly hard to look at, in parts. I was a very sad, unwell person for many years, and that comes through loud and clear in all of those tracks from before.

My songs have never been about answers, and they still aren’t. Even now, as a happy, well person, I am all questions and nothing else. It has been this way for as long as I can remember. These albums are just a reflecting pool; kinda hard to make out, quite like the years.

Some of you have been with me this whole time, others have joined at points along the way, and many of you are just getting here now. However you found me and my songs, and however long you have been around, I hope you all know how much it means to me that you are here.

And for anyone about to dig into my back catalog: Apologies in advance. It was the 90s and I was freebasing cocaine.

XO
Logan

Happy new year.

My work here is done. 💎

📸 Kodak Gold 200, 2021 // #TiffanyHardwear

Been a while since I left the house.

#GucciEpilogue, Gucci // 📸 Polaroid i-Type Film, 2021

#TiffanyHardwear // 📸 Polaroid i-Type Film, 2021

📸 Polaroid i-Type Film, 2021 // #TiffanyHardwear

Thanks to Gucci for the new glasses and hoodie! Love y’all.

#GucciEpilogue

‪Proud to join the Recording Academy / GRAMMYs in celebrating the many talented people #BehindTheRecord!‬

‪Thank you to all the musicians, engineers, writers, producers, artists and performers who brought My Movie Star to life. This album would never have been possible without each of you.

🏆 #GiveCredit

I’m the guest on this week’s episode of the Grief Gratitude & Greatness Podcast. We chat about life, fucking up, making things right, letting go, and more. ‬

‪Have a listen HERE, or click on the image below.

“It’s been my experience that nothing triggers this type of toxic masculinity culture more than a gay man who isn’t afraid,” Lynn says, “and I can’t think of anything I am less afraid of than a bunch of fragile dudes who can’t deal with my existence.”

Read the full story in People Magazine HERE, or click on the screenshot below.

…and here’s some backstory:

Back when all of this super intense homophobic trolling started up again a few months ago, it was worse than ever before. Since my time on TV back in the early days of Logo I’ve been a target of this disturbing trash, but I’ve always found ways of using it as a motivator, and it has fueled my queer activism.

A lot of it has turned scarier than usual since the last election when I put out that Satanic puppet video where I put Donald Trump in jail (where he belongs), but this past January I finally made a deal with myself (and my mom) that I was just never going to look at what poison strangers are saying about me ever again — not even for the sake of comedy or advocacy — and I haven’t.

Anyone who follows me has watched me spend years taking screenshots and mocking the truly endless hate I get as a punchline, but I’m fucking tired and homophobia has completely lost its charm. Even with a team of people working with me on managing it all, the bigotry is still painful, and the content of the trolling is so twisted and personally triggering, it can be really hard to find a punchline.

Whether you are a 24 year old comic in Portland attempting to make a name for yourself by publicly dragging mine through the mud, or you don’t like someone famous that I’m connected to, or you are an Evangelical murderer who wants to burn my house down because you hate gay people, or you are one of the 26,000 MAGA dudes who listen to the Opie and Anthony Radio show and insist on creating and distributing violent memes about me, or you are just mad because you think my songs suck, I really, truly have stopped caring. I literally CAN’T care, and haven’t cared for some time.

This is what wellness looks like in 2019: Blocking your own name on the internet. Read the rest of this entry »