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Tag: Emerson

  • Emerson and I went to see a reading of a play at County Clare Irish Pub tonight.

    It was simultaneously very funny but also very emotionally heavy, and I took a much needed smoke break towards the end of it. Two girls were discussing their guy drama and I told them to just be bold and also trust their gut because we live in a hellscape. I told them that that’s how I met Emerson and we’re married now 💛 They said that they appreciated my wisdom, so there’s that, I guess. I also met a very inquisitive and affectionate dog named Keaton. Both his owner and I think he might be a boxer mix of some kind, but he’s also very small, so he might have been the runt of his litter. He was a very precious baby who reminded me of my childhood dog, a purebred Lab named Eli, who was constantly excited about everything and was very handsome. Everyone loved that lad even though he was extremely small for his breed.

    I also figured out that a friend of Emerson’s and mine works at County Clare. I almost didn’t recognize her outside of the events I normally see her at, but it’s a small world, I suppose, and I was grateful to run into her. She’s lovely.

    It started raining on the way back to the car, and I think my body is deeply unhappy with all the storms we’re having. I feel like I got hit by a train.

    I think I’m going to go to sleep soon. I definitely need it. I managed to finally go to sleep around 5 AM today. I feel like I was hit by a train.

    Juneau is in one of his states again – I think he might be splitting on me or starting to. He’ll probably come around in about 2 business days with an apology or something to that effect, and we’ll kiss and make up, as it were. I think it would be in poor taste to inform him that he might be splitting on me, he’s an adult and he’ll come to that conclusion on his own. In the meantime, there’s nothing to do but live life, dispense advice to strangers on the sidewalk like I’m some faerie that haunts the shadows, see really heavy plays, and scritch adorable dogs.

    -Allēna

  • I’ve been going pretty much nonstop today, but..

    I got reunited with the short sword from Emerson’s and my wedding and obtained a tiara!!!

    This photo was taken of me at Linneman’s tonight:

    I would describe this aesthetic as “Galadriel if she had decided to marry Sauron, but had eventually gotten tired of his conniving ass, gutted him in the divorce proceedings, and taken the One Ring and the prettiest parts of Middle Earth in the aftermath of waxing his ass in court” lol.

    -Allēna

  • EMERSON LICKED MY FACE JUST NOW

    (also I am sunsick we think)

    (wheee)

    -Allēna

  • Emerson featured tonight at Linneman’s!

    He did a trans themed set and it went SO WELL. I’m so proud of him 💛

    -Allēna

  • I did this today.

    I had so much fun.

    My hands were covered in red paint for a longggg time afterwards…

    -Allēna

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  • I think I’m starting to figure out why I’m so reserved/”cold” emotionally.

    When I was a teenager, like 13-15, I was a HOPELESS romantic. I would write fully fledged, and ultimately fully produced and orchestrated songs for my crushes and create massive works of art across a variety of mediums that took months, sometimes years, to complete, at an age when most boys couldn’t be arsed to get a girl flowers unless their mothers or sisters prompted them, ESPECIALLY if that girl scared them shitless.

    And I was intense about this art. If someone inspired a piece, they’d probably end up knowing. I was intense about EVERYTHING. I was often the teachers’ favorite, I knew the answers to most questions, I HAD done the homework, I had an excellent memory, and I wasn’t afraid to kick anyone’s ass if and when it came time for trivia in almost any subject. I was a pompous dick about it, too 🤣 I was gonna win by a mile and I knew it. I wasn’t the type of person in high school that guys wanted to date. Be friends with, if they were daring, but not date.

    The transition from hopeless romantic to cynic came at about age 16-17 after endless rejections and being told to tone myself down over and over. I began to hate my happy, romantic side. After one final diplomatic rejection from the guy I had written “My Island” about and being told to tone myself down one final time, I marched into my long term hairstylist’s office as soon as she was free and told her to cut all my damn hair off and give me the pixie cut I’d desperately wanted since my headmate Castor had cut our hair short like that when he was 10. I buried the rest of my sentimentality with that haircut, too, and started playing my cards close to my chest.

    I still wrote huge things for my crushes, but that, too, stopped after I wrote my album The Places We Come Home To in 2018 for my first husband when I was 20.

    I hated it so viscerally that it took two years to release a proper follow-up to it, Light on the Final Day, and I had written that record a few months BEFORE most of Places ever occurred to me.

    It would take nearly three years after that for us to release any kind of proper follow-up to Light on the Final Day, something broke in me so badly. And it wasn’t even really me that wrote any of it, Metacognition (2023) is Eight’s masterpiece.

    And for someone used to writing and recording several records a YEAR, this devastated me.

    It’s taken being in several lovely partnerships to get me to uncover a FRACTION of that sentimentality. I still really can’t write happy things without cringing or feeling sick, but I’m getting there. I’m immensely grateful for their patience while I unfuck myself.

    -Allēna

  • Emerson discovered the tastiest sushi place 💛

    It’s called ZX Sushi and they had this all-you-can-eat sushi option that was 30% off for the time being. We both ate a metric fuckton of delicious food and I tried some dishes I’ve never had before, like ube and takoyaki. It was SO GOOD. Our server was lovely as well, and she called us darlings on the way out.

    It was a great time!

    -Allēna

  • The podcast had to reschedule 😭

    However, Laz came out and kinda went ham this evening to make up for it. Emerson was speaking at a panel to educate kids about queerness and sexuality, and the fourth speaker couldn’t make it at the last second. So Charisma McGee stepped in in the other person’s stead and taught a bunch of kids about…. polyamory in a very blunt and honest fashion.

    This was apparently not frowned upon, and was, in fact, encouraged.

    The absolute motherfucker also found an electric piano in the basement and apparently he can play. Really, really well.

    He ended up recording an arrangement he’d cooked up on the fly of a song Allēna had written a couple of days ago, as well as a cover of David Bowie’s “Heroes” and something Allēna wrote so long ago we can’t even remember the name of it anymore. All we know is that she was approximately 13 when she wrote it.

    He surprised the hell out of everyone, including himself.

    On that note, I’m going to sleep here shortly.

    Goodnight.

    -Ashley

  • Soooooo

    my husband got paid today. Unfortunately, with the additional cost of adding us to our health insurance, we are only able to pay rent. We need to legally be able to register our car by March 1 and get it insured, which costs an arm

    and a leg and pay for our phone bill and streaming services. Can anyone help out with the rest of bills? We have a lot to cover ($889 USD) but anything helps, even $5 here or there. ✨ I’m gonna put our pay links below:

    PayPal: trinrigel@gmail.com
    Cashapp: $persephonejam
    Venmo: opensorceryy

    Again, anything helps. This is a desperate situation, as we rely on this car for just about everything and these are dangerous times that we live in. If we get the car registered and insured, my husband will be able to access better job opportunities. Your contributions, even interacting with this thread and sharing it, will be helping a queer, disabled couple access a better future.

    I’m willing to make art for anyone who contributes $30 USD or more, write a poem for anyone who contributes $50 USD or more, or do a card reading for anyone who contributes $30 or more. If you contribute $200 or more, I will build you a website. Please email me at magoadportas@gmail.com to claim your service.

    -Ashley

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  • I painted more today!

    This piece is called Dreamweaver: Sylphium.

    I’ve been posting Reels and TikToks three times daily to try and grow my accounts, and I challenged myself to make my three daily videos about it. Much to my surprise, I was able to do that. I’m usually much more camera shy and I find it very difficult to talk about my work and process, but it’s getting easier the more that I post.

    Today is also the 28th anniversary of surviving our stroke, which we call Brainhole, and Emerson surprised me with cake! It’s mostly eaten now, but it said “congration” on it 🤣.

    Here’s to staying alive to make more art.

    -Allēna