Just a few of the pictures I took yesterday at Miles’ Brooklyn show (and shout out to Nell and Katrina for being awesome!)
Best. Day. EVER!!!! Miles is the sweetest human in the world (LOOK AT HIS SMILE WHEN I HUGGED HIM!!! HE’S SO GENUINELY HAPPY AND PRECIOUS AND ASHKJFKJH!!!!!!!) Also, can confirm, Miles gives the BEST hugs, 1000000%, no contest. He had his arms out to hug me before I even got over to him, and he noticed my shirt and said “I see you went to Target”, and he thought my leg-hair-purple nails were awesome. Tbh I nearly blacked out when it was happening, but I remember honestly telling him “I can’t believe this is happening!!” (nerd alert! lol I’m so awkward omfg). Also, Miles smells like actual heaven (that 99 cent store cologne is no joke!), and is so so genuine. During the show he was just like he is in videos; mid sentence his voice cracked and without missing a beat he just went “Dat voice crack doe!” and continued on. We introduced him to Salt Bae (Miles, I’m calling you out again for NOT KNOWING A MEME HOW??), and we had a drag show on stage. Although I didn’t get to go up, it was just as much fun to watch because Miles made sure to keep everyone involved.
The biggest thing about the show was the energy. I have never been in a space where I didn’t feel judged or hesitant to be myself, whether that be my identity or my personality in general. But right there, I felt 100000% comfortable to just go nuts, cheer when someone mentioned stuff I identified with, and just be 10000% me. Miles immediately made the atmosphere one of charged, accepting fun and sillyness. It was almost like if you could step inside of a video and join in on Miles’ shenanigans.
I will never forget yesterday as long as I live, and I am so thankful that I got the opportunity to go and experience that. And Miles, if you somehow manage to find this, I hope you got my letter :)
I know probably no one cares about what I’m going to say here but I just finished re-watching AHS Hotel and I need to make a vent: Sally didn’t deserve getting stuck there at all; The girl just wanted love and she never had anyone to show her how being loved felt like, so she tried to find it in the worst ways possible, ‘cause that what she’s ever known. The only person who gave her some love back didn’t remember it for 5 years and when he found out, he started to deny it and left her alone once again. She couldn’t go out of that Hotel, so she killed people to try to find her soulmate, a soulmate who would be just like her and don’t mind to get stuck there since she had Sally; She just wanted love, and had to learn how to get it in the worst way possible. I truly feel bad for her.
So, it seems perfectly reasonable to suggest that our remote ancestors, exploring the new environment of the grasslands, would have encountered, as you would if you were to go to the - to the tropics, ahh, psilocybin containing mushrooms, growing in the dung of cattle, many dung-growing, so-called coprophilic- coprolitic mushrooms produce psilocybin, among them stropharia cubensis, which is one of the largest and pandemically distributed of these mushrooms.
We have been to the moon, we have charted the depths of the ocean and the heart of the atom, but we have a fear of looking inward to ourselves because we sense that is where all the contradictions flow together.