Hello from the lower east side,
I didn’t finish the piece I prepared for this week because I’ve been too busy spilling spicy gyro on my corduroy pants and getting tattooed in Brooklyn and drinking wine in Central Park, eating Scarr’s pizza on the curb, bagels in the park and sandwiches at Katz Deli. I’ve been too busy leafing through books on fine art and gay sex and trying on rings at the Dumbo flea market. I’ve been too distracted by the sounds of people, sirens and horns as I fall asleep.
(Edit: After I published this we also had the BEST meal at Four Horseman in Brooklyn, saw a show at the Comedy Cellar and went to the MoMA. 10/10 would recommend doing all three on your next visit)
It’s especially fun to be in NYC on Halloween weekend when Barbies, beetle juice and flocks of aliens roam the streets. Giant wheat stalks, fake cobwebs and blood cover the windows of the bars. I haven’t been to New York since I was a kid when I took a bus here from Maryland and saw the Lion King on Broadway. It’s much different than I remember.
I love it here.
And at the same time, while I am so filled up to be here with my best friend and my love, I can’t help but be pulled to my phone where images of the unthinkable and messages of hate have infiltrated every corner.
What a privilege it is to feel joy. What a privilege it is to be safe. Is it a privilege though? Or is it a human right?
Call Congress Support Ceasefire
P.S. More pics on my instagram (I ran out of room!)