(Meaghan fights the urge to run away when faced w/my camera, 7.20.09)
Tumblebrity Meaghan O’ Connell graced L.A. with her presence this weekend, and I had the good fortune to hang out with her, show her the city’s best cookies, best pancakes, best park in Coldwater Canyon, best high school I went to, best birthday party held on saturday July 18th, best route from LAX to Dupar’s.
She also revealed to me all the dirty secrets of Tumblr (it’s run by Russians and is secretly a white slavery ring. HIDE YOUR DAUGHTERS).
But I think the best part was finally putting a face and a pair of hands and feet to the person I formerly knew only from the internet. There’s always that bit of anxiety about IRL meetings, but for all the times it blows up in your face, the times like this, when the person ends up being a real solid dame, make every bad time worth it.
Haha, oh good christ. When Lou takes out his camera it feels like he just pulled a gun on me. I compared it to getting blood taken, except I enjoy that, like watching the syringe fill up, smile at the nurse proudly. This, oy, this is terrifying.
But Lou is not. He is grand and will sit with you in the park and explain away his entire gender, making things seem simple and clear and true, and that will also be terrifying, because, like he said in the car on the way past his old high school—the one with the oil well and the basketball court that opens up into a swimming pool with the push of a button— there is a call to action implicit in awareness that can be a real drag. Kinda like now that I am aware of how badly I need to dye my hair I am going to have to get around to doing it.
FULL CIRCLE, PEOPLE.
Mom, you like this picture don’t you? I imagine Lou takes pictures that Moms like.
