capital p posting

i've written so many blog introductions that it's maybe impossible at this point to write one that feels genuine? 

here is what i'm doing right now. i'm sitting in the back room of a prominent archive pretending to write an article about a 1950s lesbian.
really i'm listening to a new ezra furman album and texting with kaitlin (who inspired me to start this) about the weirdness of growing up online. 

i'm lou and i'm 21 and i started my first blog when i was 8. i don't have a gender but i've had lots of terrible sex. i like douglas sirk films and visual lushness and old interior decorating magazines. i'm gay for pay but in a very dull institutional way. i'm an archivist and curator in real life which means i have at least a hundred images on my desktop at all times. 

i grew up on tumblr and am still sort of on it, believe it or not, a lot of people think tumblr shut down after it banned porn but pretentious teens are still using it to get into fights. 
i'm bored of fighting and i miss spending all my time on weird websites that are just old men taking photos of 1950s hotel interiors.
this is a place for these images and to create a visual catalog somewhere between social media and diary. 



i've had an online persona for as long as i can remember so i guess this is a way to scale it back while still filling the impulse to Post. i was at a talk by tourmaline (who made this movie) last night and she told us to make things that aren't supposed to be seen, and this is my attempt to do that. 

that's all. here we all are together, me and you, alone on the internet for the first time in a while. 

⚮ (this is the official emoji for divorce according to unicode)