$11.99 for 18oz of blueberries! WTF!?

Memoir update: 3/4 way done and off to round one of edits. 82,400 words.

I found my teen journal. January 20, 1970: I was barely 15 years old the first time I cut myself. And lots of bad poetry. So weird to read all this.

A friend and I are organizing a Franklin Co. leather contingent in this years Pride march! I have a lot of thoughts about doing this in 2026. I keep remembering that pleasure is resistance.

Memoir: today I wrote about giant lurking fruit bats and American riots in 1969.

Memoir: Today I wrote about our family vacation to Bander Abbas and Hormuz Island during Now Ruz of 1969. It is so surreal to write about Hormuz during this war/not-war.

I love rain on city streets and this captures it.

The front page of The Tehran Times today.

With this amount of crap (and more) crammed into our heads every day it's a wonder we can sleep or make art! SAVE Act Detention centers ICE Epstein Minnesota Kansas Iran massacre War HIV meds denied Tariffs High cost of living Fishermen's boats General SA

In 1970 when I had just turned 16, a British MP who was visiting Tehran suggested that I meet up with him and several of his stewardess friends in London to mess around. Thank goodness that I was so spooked that I declined. This is a hard world for girls.

This is how you make a woman; a pinch of forgotten memory combined with a goblet of danger. Stir with a barbed wire wisk. Add a cup of bitter misogyny (as if there's any other kind) and fold in the moonlight.

When I was barely 16, I had a 3-some with my bf and a British MP at the Tehran Hilton. He asked me to visit him when I was in London so we could have sex. It sounded dangerous, so I didn't meet up with him. This shit with powerful men abusing girls has been going on for centuries.

Memoir: I loved the smoky smell of burning dung cakes in the morning in Iranian villages. Roosters crowing and sheep bells ringing as they were herded down the road. Then flat bread, quince jam, compote, fried eggs, and tea for breakfast.

Crushes I have had crushes through the years mostly on unexpected bits. A teacher in 6th grade named Lyon who taxidermied cats. An archeologist with thick dark hair on top but sparkling blond leg hair, plus she ate egg shells.

Memoir: I'm up to 1967 and we're moving to Iran for the second time. I'm not so sure why the current Epstein debacle is such a surprise. I could have told you that sexual abuse is rampant in the US.

This is fascinating. Librarians would be great at this.

I'm finally working on my memoir again. Next up is Shiraz and Tehran from 1967 to 1971, where I'll discuss archeological digs, suicidal thoughts, love, and marxists.

This is a worthwhile listen. Now I'm off to make curry and write.

The view from my window at work in Massachusetts. Boy, I miss the weather in San Francisco.

We muddle through over objects blindly stumble cold and lost. Life is a clothesline in the snow piles of ice against the pole don't lick it your tongue will stick pinkish livery flesh clinging to the metal one foot slipping in the wet, the frozen is it tundra or just domestic carnage.

This is how we do it.

Both of my home countries are violently destroying themselves from the inside out. The reason why hardly matters; the ones in power are filled with greed, power, and anger. My heart is breaking.

Some pals and I have a new project, a queer smut literary journal. We're accepting submissions now!

When I lived as a teen in Iran from 1967 to 1971, Americans were widely considered by Iranians to be racist, uncouth, and violent, so I told them that I was English or Canadian. It's only worse.

I'm finally done with Rita's Nails. The nails and the lace were Rita's from when she lived in The Pink House. She was a firecracker!

I'm so fucking glad that December is over with! I took down the tree and am making crab cakes, broccoli gratin, and baked sweet potato for dinner. I'm not leaving my house today or tonight. It's cold and people are wacky. See you next year!

This looks like fun. Maybe for "My Lady Bits"?

Caturday with Lili Marline.

Now I have a cold. I made a pot roast and am sewing shirts. This month has sucked.

I wrote a story today. It's the first time I've written since September and I'm still feeling a little stupid from being sick this month. Practice!

"The standout in Burlington started with two people and has grown to as many as 750..." gazettenet.com/2025/12/12/a...

I came down with a geriatric, make you hallucinate UTI. I'm on antibiotic #4 and feel much, much better but am very tired. I'm used to being study, so this was a surprise. Take care of your body...specially during these stressful times!

Dealmaking (2016?) #art #artistsofbluesky #contemporaryart #modernart #inkpainting #pastel #abstract #abstractart #artlover #mixedmedia #graphite #oilpainting #painting #artwork #panelpainting #outsiderart #expressionism #abstractexpressionism

Rita's Nails is nearly done and teeth are being stained for an Eat the Rich one.

The GOP sucks. All I want to do is stay in my pink home, write, and make art. Existence outside of my cave feels perilous.

SNAP benefits are being released across the country!

Our zine What is Sex? arrived yesterday! Cover art by the fabulous Dorian Katz and writing/interior art by Jules Purnell and myself.

Bibliophiles, check out this hot new tote bag now available for purchase in our shop. Design by @spyglassart.bsky.social #booksky

It's only an Art Heist if it's from L'Art Heist region of France, otherwise it's Sparkling Muppet Caper

Lili on pondering sunshine on Sunday morning.

Beaded until my hand cramped and am staying home and doing it again tomorrow! One is signed and done. I've cried every day for the past two weeks due to the state of the US and memoir stuff. Gotta make art now.

Just ordered 50 tooth beads to make an Eat the Rich fetish wall hanging.

Still writing my memoir, but took a break today to start the "Rita and her Nails" textile piece. The nails are sewn down with pink metallic floss. Will be adding lace and sequins. Shine on, Rita!

Caturday with Lili the art critic.

I just added making textile art to writing my memoir, working 2 jobs, cooking meals, maintaining my home, co-hosting a monthly writers group + an open mic, and attending a weekly writers group. Add socializing, daydreaming, and reading and it looks impossible. Any ideas?

It’s been…. a night. #CDCFridayNightMassacre I’m exhausted - physically, emotionally. To those divisions and branches that were RIFed and that we didn’t yet highlight here, apologies. We need to take a break for the night. All of your - all of our - work matters. We are in this together.

Cheetos 🤭 #art #oilpainting

The first lady has gotten a book ripped from shelves and destroyed. The bit she didn't like was where it reported that Epstein introduced her to her husband. Oh, but they don't ban books. #bannedbooksweek

I was reading from my memoir tonight and I was told that I write the way Kerouac wished he could write. 💪🏼

I've now written 40,000+ words of my bio. I feel like I'm spying on my younger self.