Planet Sacha

sometimes i feel disconnected from broader queer culture but then i remember that a large share of it is dominated by gay men doing musical theatre and stealing black culture, and that nicki minaj and beyoncé have abetted child predators

The beast in me plays too much

“He is known for his flamboyant style, high-profile clients, and luxurious lifestyle”

I mean yeah his name is Hotman Paris

October II

they should try yugoslavia again

Nicole Andheimer

Nikolan Dimer

or do mean who want to have sex

had to put this one together from the archives but: called it again

It was everything that I hoped it wouldn’t be (counter-revolutionary, devoid of anything to say about the subject matters it addresses, fetishistic and arguably exploitative), and it was an abrasive watch. Also, full of product placements

Benecio Del Toro and Chase Infiniti were great though

I aggressively disliked One Battle After Another

We should abolish music. Is the sound of the wind in the trees not enough for you?

I am %name. I was called to the prophecies, but I was not the one.

So many people in my life are heavily invested in me emerging from this cocoon as something beautiful and there’s not a lot of light in here but based on the smells there’s no way that’s what’s happening

real and same

a large raccoon

currently 7 ft away from me in my yard eating my spider plants, completely unbothered by my presence. theatre kid levels of confidence for sure

Vaguely remembering an interview from 5 years ago about a pornstar’s biggest payday coming from licensing her likeness to an early AI-girlfriend platform; once again proving that sex workers are on the bleeding edge of Questionable Technology, well before the software nerds and vulture capitalists

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for context: www.cnn.com/2025/10/01/m...

mfw the powers that be appoint me as the King of Gaza

oh my god tired who else

4 hours of packing, 3 hours of sleep, 2 hours of cleaning, 2 hours of driving, 1 sandwich, 2 vyvanse, 5 hours in airports, 1.5 hours in a plane, and 8 alcoholic beverages later… J’arrive

evildoers at the airport tried to keep my luggage from me. ‘we don’t know where it is. file a claim’. but I knew it was there. all it took was an expensive crisis of faith at the airport hotel bar and the repeated harassment of four different staffers. my underwear is once again in my possession

Richard D Blair

The Northern Atlantic coast from the window of a commercial (propellor) flight. Somewhere over Maine or New Brunswick.