My lesbian bestie & I were talking about a friend who is going through a hard time emotionally & she ended the conversation with a robotic, “Beep, boop, moving on.”
Michael Jay McClure
@mjmimages.bsky.social
I know you think I’m some silly little debutante. [contemporary art, poetry, dance, film, & fashion] instagram: mjmimages
Just said, “I don’t have a dog in this hunt.” Am I a bro now? Am I having a stroke? Is that even the phrase?
My friend & I always meet monthly at a different café & it’s a lovely challenge to find a new one & today my friend chose one where the barista said to me, “You have really nice eyes…& skin.” 😬
I feel like the goal of the administration & tech is to replace every university with an app called, like, Skolr.
The alphabet was original in QWERTY order, but unfortunately the song was notoriously difficult to sing. Only a handful of countertenors have ever dared to try.
The day was going south but then I got to use a letter opener & walked by a woman wearing a nude-verging-on-concealer lip walking in a cylinder of perfume.
Just a winsome & comely boy trying to get into his café (have a coffee! write something! experience cute thoughts!) but there’s construction worker taking a circular saw to the sidewalk to organ-vibratingly loud effect.
I don’t know about the afterlife, but I know my departed Mom is not letting me respond to my second most difficult aunt’s recent request for another luncheon date.
Two boys (me & my brother’s family’s dog) just hanging out.
Good morning! As I woke, shaft of sunlight across my torso, I remembered dreaming about posting to Bluesky that, due to budget cuts, Petrarchan & Shakespearean Sonnet Administrations had to share office space & how it was tense & blah blah argument, & blah blah volta. I knew everyone would LOVE it.
Had an iced coffee that made me feel like I’m in a Hitchcock film being projected upside down.
If you ever find yourself at my brother’s house, on any day of the year, there will be a glass container in the refrigerator with some sort of chicken dish (probably with mushrooms & curry) in it. Put some in a bowl & heat in the microwave for one minute, forty five seconds.
BlueNightSky. An envoy sighs with relief as he enters a guest bedroom in a country estate, pulls the face off his watch, & says, into it, “Operation chrysanthemum is a go! Repeat, chrysanthemum a go!” His back turned to it—a wardrobe door silently opens.
Month three of wearing a citrusy deodorant and, reader, love changes. The rush & near-danger of the new is replaced by something deeper. A life closed to me: suddenly open! A deep companionship I could not have predicted. Me & my citrusy deodorant.
One day I hope to sell my Bluesky account to a new poster and become Poster Emeritus
Café. Zoom meetings at a café are revolting & ill-mannered unless they end with a woman saying, like the woman two tables down just said, in a newscaster-y voice, “I guess we’re all saying yes when we mean no, Dan. The truth is you’re unclear, & freaked out, & we feel that.”
Maybe we need to bring back sexy & scandalous ad campaigns. Maybe a Tom of Finland style one for Sprouts.
I decided to stop being so quirky & eat outside because my friend wanted to eat outside & guess what? Meat looks just as savage & gristle-forward in direct sunlight as I thought it would & I got water from the mister in my eye & lemonade.
After a week of reflection, my second most difficult aunt is speaking to me again. I received a letter informing me of this.
Was having a fair-to-good day but then saw this 1961 photo of Yves Saint Laurent & realized I was, alas, doing everything wrong.
Such a thoughtful & fun interview, Michael! & the new issue of Different Leaf is amazing.
Michael Kusek@michaelkusek.bsky.social · last wk.If one gets to occasionally toot one's own horn on Bluesky, considering me tooting my interview with MagCulture about the new issue of Different Leaf.
I hate mopping & my wretchedness while mopping with everything I have—& yet I would LOVE a video of me mopping (which would be hilarious & heartbreaking).