When my friends and I were alcoholic 25yos, chain-smoking and drinking steel reserve on our band-house porch, giving each other homosocial haircuts, smoking weed and watching Wim Wenders movies all day, there was no one who's approval we valued more than the morally ambiguous forest-witch Baba Yaga.

Walked by a senior center & saw a very elderly woman, from behind, hunched over in a wheelchair, & its entire back panel was a Pride flag. She was sitting with her daughter, I think, & as I passed her, I said, “I like your wheelchair!” & she straightened up & said, “Me too!,” & gave me a thumbs up.

Café. There’s an Hermès Constance (18 cm) here & for me it’s like being in a room with Ariana Grande/Our Living Christ.

My obit for Alice Wong. Wanted to make sure the wider world knew about her important work elevating the voices of people with disabilities (and that she was queer). www.lgbtqnation.com/2025/11/grou...

I'm thinking curtains will help me get in touch with my emotions.

Here, in 2025, I heard someone say, “shabby chic” & it felt like being shanked with a beaten up weather vane (whose robin’s egg blue paint was peeling).

Me when people still have their Halloween decorations up.

Not usually into commenting on the topic of the day but saying, “Olivia Nuzzi!” in an outraged Italian accent is fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun.

Why are my posts so expensive? 1) maintaining a studio for draping (flou) & a studio for tailoring (tailleur) 2) all emeralds ethically sourced 3) trips to the Bodleian 4) hand-stitching on bias cut point d’esprit 5) the exorbitant cost of eel 6) knife skills/braising Hope that helps.

I had an exchange (in my terrible Spanish) with Andry José Hernández Romero, the gay Venezuelan asylum seeker sent, without due process, to an El Salvadoran prison by the US. I told him that I posted a photo of him on here each day he was in captivity & he responded. He said I could share. ❤️

Let’s do next week like this.

Got a message from my lesbian bestie suggesting we meet at 2:15 PM at a café to play gin &, like, I’m so happy about that idea that I’m jealous of me.

Atelier Bonnat, 1900

The autumn sun setting the minute it arrives.

Volunteering with a bunch of awesome people to make meals for some unhoused neighbors & I’m trying to figure out how to be associated only with the plates that I assembled because the other plates—yeesh 😬—do not represent my brand.

This is a lie. I've seen it happen

All the correct & important news is getting buried. First, the new Balmain designer is named Antonin Tron. (!!!) & second Awar Odhiang, when closing Matthieu Blazy’s first & amazing Chanel show, broke out into spontaneous radiance. Focus, people. #MJMfashionGuide

Told my girlfriend she has beautiful hair and she said "no, it looks like worms." What do I do now

GOT and BLOCK don't rhyme, Jenny

I had a frontal lisp as a kid & once in a while I’ll say a lot of S’s in a row & get worried that “Mr Lispy,” the scary-ass name my speech therapist gave the lisp, will come back for good & for vengeance.

This is a parenthetical.

You can always design a chandelier in your mind when confronted with a blabbermouth or a bloviator. Like, that’s available to you.

I’ve been seeing a lot of Lily Allen bangs on the subway lately

Café. Walked in to grab a cold brew right before closing & the handsome barista with the fashion forward (untrimmed! untamed!) eyebrows said, “Sorry, we’re cl—,” then looked up & continued, “…open for a few minutes longer 😏,” & I said, “I’m in a jam Detective Marlowe; please help!,” & a sax wailed.

When your sentence construction slaps back.

Walked by a tree & thought: bark is freaky.

(pouring your coffee with a smile on my face and a 10# hammer behind my back) I forget, do you take sugar?

[walks into BlueSky with an endive & Roquefort salad, looks around, assesses, turns on heel, exits]

My 30th class reunion was four days ago and I’m still thinking about the person who told me one of her kids was named Caprese.

They’re mostly my drawings of dragons kissing. A few short stories.

First, his name is Antonin Tron. Second, this is one of his dresses for Atlein. Third, I might have created this scenario with my imagination/mind.

[restaurant. luncheon.] SERVER: Hi, my name is Daniel & I’m— SECOND MOST DIFFICULT AUNT: Nice to meet you, Daniel. Let’s discuss the consistency of the tomato soup.

a gay spin on demonic possession: The Same-Sexorcist

Basically, a series based on the Little House on the Prairie books—but one where they inexplicably eat avocado toast.

It’s called the gaze. Look it up.

In the latest episode of The Grim Afternoons of Autumn, MJM opens a cabinet & stares. Light shifts on the credenza. The wind presses against the window then stops then starts. Approx 109 minutes. Stereo.

Lunching with my second most difficult aunt tomorrow & have my outfit nailed down but not a scent. Need something unimpeachable, that I love, that will vex her.

Celebrating Ann Reinking on her birthday with this astonishing Jack Mitchell photo. Annie was elegant, intelligent, hilarious, bawdy, ferocious, silly, empathetic, and deep as the ocean. 💔💜

How about we think about this cover of the gay Japanese magazine My Life, My Way (published 1977-1982) instead of thinking about that other thing. Sound good?

Watched my brother’s family’s pups this weekend & reorganized their pell-mell & ontologically upsetting silverware drawer (little forks no longer in the same slot as big forks, jam spoons disassociated from teaspoons) & I didn’t say anything & just got a text from my brother that reads, “🙄.”

Please meet Patrice, the seafaring taxidermy squirrel. (👇 A thread)

A company whose only two products are chunky rubber stamps that read either, “ENCHANTED,” or, “DISENCHANTED.”

A yelp when the server says to scan the QR code to go to the menu. A sharp yelp of alarm edged with sorrow.

At the near-terminus of 2025, our hero, Michael Jay McClure, noticed that among his set, & those who possessed the looks & wit to be in his set should circumstance allow, there emerged a craze to own enormous, formidably-jawed dogs whose very purpose seemed to be to take down antelope. How curious.

Today I need to see small, perfectly crafted tables on tapered legs, have a lunch of turkey à la king, have a frosty but helpful exchange with a special collections librarian named Edith, & walk on a notably plush & padded rug. Am I asking for the moon? I don’t think so.

How your phone looks at you while it monitors your weekly screen time.

I went into Sephora & was talking so fast that the salesperson steadied herself by gripping the sales counter as if she were in a storm-tossed ship. Sorry!

Everybody wants to celebrate the boys being back in town, nobody wants to examine the circumstances that forced the boys to leave in the first place.

Well, next year's Halloween costume is set.

Yesterday, at a bookstore, I got into an indecisive spiral about which novel to choose & everything seemed jagged & wrong & I sort of felt as if hounds were pursuing me & I ended up in front of Moll goddamn Flanders, like, “Maybe?”