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Happy New Year.

I’m one of like 5 people who somehow managed to have a good year — but I miss restaurants, live music, trying on clothes in stores, and staying home for fun. I miss making eyes with random men at parties and the creepy way my chiropractor always used to tell me I smelled good while he was cracking my back. I miss your faces, I miss movie theaters, and most of all, I miss not being afraid all the time — for you, for me, and for what all of this means for the future.

I responded to this madness by leaning all the way into joy, glamour, music, fashion, fundraising and gayness, everywhere I could. I made keeping myself, my family, and my colleagues safe and moving forward my number one priority in 2020 — and it worked. We did the thing and we are still here.

Love you all. I’ll kiss you at midnight next year. 💋

This Is A Story About Toilet Paper.

I’ve been locked in the house for exactly 3 weeks and 3 days and have been really leaning into Instacart to deliver supplies and food. Today was the 3rd time since March 7th that the stores (plural) had no toilet paper. None. Zero.

Anyway, when my delivery driver arrived just now after shopping for hours and striking out on the TP aisle at each spot, I noticed a gift bag in one of the grocery sacks. When I asked him what it was, he said “Oh, I live nearby and have toilet paper at home so I ran and grabbed a few rolls for you.”

I’m not sure if I’ve just been in here for too long by myself or what, but it was super moving and made me cry. I honestly feel like it is one of the kindest things a stranger has ever done for me.

Grocery delivery people are doing humanitarian work right now. Tip them accordingly! 🧻



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