Reclaiming the trash filmmaker and trans icon from an era that couldn’t comprehend his shape-shifting forms of self-identification.

Ed Wood Jr and the pain of pronouns: lwlies.com/in-praise-of...

Love this essay by @esmesays.bsky.social on a topic that gave me much cause for thought and questioning while writing my Ed Wood book
lwlies.com/in-praise-of...

girl who just got fired: hi

little esmé, a tragedy in three parts

thanks for all the kind words and tears. i feel like i say this every other essay but this really is my most personal work yet, and it's beautiful to see that resonating with so many people.

i got my hormones shot #woman

"But it feels impossible to sit in the cold indifference of death, you can’t help but scramble through what’s left behind sometimes."

i wrote the programme notes for this screening tomorrow :)

as a great lover of crying, i’m glad i can write stuff that makes some people cry

"to truly acknowledge that she was alive is to admit that she has taken her reasons with her."

- this is breathtaking, thank you for writing it Esmé

great song to jam out to while awkwardly trying to shaving your legs in the shower open.spotify.com/track/3flk6L...

sorry to my uber driver who had to listen to me drunkenly ramble to him about chantal akerman last night

wonderful piece right here:

From Holden’s article: “I couldn’t find what I was looking for; the pieces no longer seemed to fit together.”

Been feeling this way a lot recently. One of the lines in No Home Movie that has stuck with me is “I want to show that there is no more distance in the world.”

This is a really great piece and a subject that’s not oft addressed in discussions of Akerman.

for @lwlies.com i wrote about chantal akerman and trying to make sense of losing someone to suicide. the way we look through the things left behind like clues, to try and tell a story that makes sense of the senseless, one that we can never quite find.
lwlies.com/articles/mak...

I'm so privileged to work with writers like Esmé who trust LWL with their stories – this is a beautiful, intimate reflection on the questions we're left with after someone dies by suicide, and the way we look for meaning in the senseless. A wonderful response to Akerman's bracing work.