I'm Baby...New Year
Hey babies. It’s me, baby.
Isn’t “Baby New Year” a weird concept? When I was discussing Rankin/Bass Christmas specials last newsletter, I forgot about Rudolph’s Shiny New Year (1976) which features Baby New Year wearing a big top hat to hide his big, adorable ears. At one point, he randomly encounters Ben Franklin for some queer reason…
Anyways…it’s almost a new year! And that means I have to think more critically about my life path—as if I’m not doing that EVERY SECOND OF MY GODDAMN LIFE!!!!
I want to make this wholesome. I want to make this sweet like cherry pie on the fourth of July, honey bear. Unfortunately, I’m mentally ill. So here’s me trying to set realistic pathways for myself.
I’m calling them pathways like a hippy dippy crystal licking asshole because if I call them goals or aspirations, I’m psychologically fucking myself. Millennials are constantly chasing our dreams. Now we’re overworked, underpaid, and chronically depressed. Rather than give myself another reason to engage in the capitalist cult of aspirational individuality, I’m finding gay little pathways to fuck around and find out.
Here’s 23 pathways I’m seeking in 2023…clever right? Eat your heart out, Buzzfeed:
Stop apologizing for being mentally ill.
I’m trying really hard to be less crazy, but I’m spastic and weird. Wish I wasn’t, but God made me this way! Satan approved, I guess.
Stop treating food like a reward and enjoy a smorgasbord of nummies. This goes out to all my fellow ED recovery baddies <3
Everyday celebrate the magic of living and creating…I know this sounds Hallmarky….eat my ass.
Wake up early…ok, this one is more of an actual goal. I have horrible insomnia and as a grad student make my own hours. I feel like I should see a sunrise one of these days, since I’m not—ya know—an actual vampire.
Don’t sell yourself short. There’s a difference between speaking honestly about yourself and obsessing over your insecurities rather than your strengths.
Embrace the beautifully intricate designs of nature and society!
Do drag more! Again, this is more of a goal, but….shut up.
Recognize that other people’s reactions to you aren’t a reflection of something bad in you. We’re all a bit autistic here….
Dance often. But not in an Ellen kind of way.
Allow yourself to dwell on the pain and let others do the same.
Light more candles.
Stay connected to people IRL. Meaning step your ass outside on a cold winter’s day.
Challenge your relationship to vanity without self-contempt.
Treat your mortality as a gift, not a bucket list. Cherish the moments you’re a musty, stoned, old couch potato.
Tell a tree a good knock-knock joke
Expressing yourself is an action and reaction. Make that known.
Stay curious and compassionate.
Love isn’t a four-letter word everywhere. Love has multiple languages and we discover that the more we allow ourselves to be loved in ways we never knew were possible. *tongue pop*
Find joy in physical and mental spaces. I need to frequent more queer spaces that aren’t just gay bars…come find meeee!
Say “yes and…” to things that bring you joy.
Scream at the wind weekly.
Take more nudes. Especially of your ass. Especially of your ass in a jock strap (thank MeUndies!!).
Rebellion is art is life is everything.
And that’s it babies! Let’s see if I find the right pathway. Above all else, I want to continue to make queer, silly, beautiful stuff. I love you all so much and remember….I’m baby
xoxoxo
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