Michael Jay McClure
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Michael Jay McClure
@mjmimages.bsky.social
I know you think I’m some silly little debutante.
[contemporary art, poetry, dance, film, & fashion]

instagram: mjmimages
[Thanksgiving; my turn to speak]

MJM: Aw, sweet. Um, grateful for pecs, for Virginie Viard leaving Chanel & Hedi Slimane being fired, for the Proenza boys doing well at Loewe, for triangular buildings on triangular lots, & Audra Mc…

[other gay raises hand in benediction] [table begins to hum/cry]
November 26, 2025 at 11:03 PM
In fact, it does not bother me at all that on my sister-in-law’s sister’s master Thanksgiving food contribution spreadsheet, under my contribution, it says, “Champagne & weird side dish.” You know what? I’m proud of that.
November 26, 2025 at 6:23 PM
[walking in to meet lesbian bestie for lunch]

LB: Hi, sweetie. [pause] So, are we going to talk about it?

MJM [wearing a gigantic fleece lined taupe sweatshirt that I found in the bottom of the drawer because I’m sad about Yuki the dog]: No we are not.
November 25, 2025 at 8:12 PM
Reposted by Michael Jay McClure
Add “unfucking the Venice Biennale selection process” to all the things we’re going to have to do, eventually.
What Is the Mysterious New Group Behind Trump's Venice Biennale Pick? | Artnet News
What is the American Arts Conservancy? Who are its advisors? Why is a pet foods entrepreneur in charge of the U.S. Venice Biennale pavilion?
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November 25, 2025 at 5:57 PM
There’s a moment (14ish) when I could have gone for being a countertenor but decided not to & I’m mostly happy with that decision but wonder what winding paths countertenor MJM would have taken, what sights he might have seen.
November 25, 2025 at 4:54 PM
This is Yuki: my brother’s family’s dog but also partly my dog (we had a conversation). She disliked leaves, puddles, & night shadows. She loved being pet by seven of us & looking at her reflection in the water. I had to say goodbye to her today & will miss her. Thank you, Yuki, for being my friend.
November 24, 2025 at 10:25 PM
I don’t need your praise. I have my own internal thing going on.
November 24, 2025 at 7:30 PM
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This bathroom mirror is the most homophobic thing I’ve ever seen
November 24, 2025 at 6:47 PM
There was another guy in the Pilates studio while I had my lesson today & I only made eye contact once, in an exercise called “Star,” & I mouthed the words, “My house.”
November 24, 2025 at 1:10 AM
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RIP Udo Kier
November 24, 2025 at 12:44 AM
In my mind, a lot of you are slipping on stilettos, a loose fitting jersey dress, a huge fur hat, & Elsa Peretti cuffs so you can go out & buy a sandwich from a cart conveniently near a department store.
November 23, 2025 at 4:30 PM
POSSIBLE NEW IDIOMS:

Baby’s gone absolute brush bristles

Soup’s too thick

Rhinestone choker & gun in the garter

Kkssh! Check your upstairs window.

& THAT’S a Uruguayan mouthful

Picnicking the analysis

Shaking a pie tin while saying you’re Stevie Nicks

Loper, loper, time to get a corset
November 22, 2025 at 7:12 PM
Making a newspaper & news outlet where the headline every day is that Michelle Obama wore an outfit from McCollough & Hernandez’s new Loewe collection & every day I’ll whisper, “Love wins.”
November 22, 2025 at 5:50 PM
I’m fun. I also can’t sit in a house if the kitchen island is too big.
November 22, 2025 at 2:44 AM
Listen, I don’t know anything about the cartoon that I’m about to pitch except that it’s set in Brooklyn in 1974 & at one point an animated celery stalk says, “Yo! Zucchini! Glad to see you back in the neighborhood,” & Zucchini replies, in a sultry voice, “I go by Courgette now.”
November 21, 2025 at 10:22 PM
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Most hurtful way to be insulted is when somebody makes up a mean rhyme about your name. Not only is that the name that my own mother gave me, but you're desecrating it using the weapons of a poet!?
November 21, 2025 at 9:08 PM
I shall deploy the haute cursive for my foes—& this shall decimate them.
November 21, 2025 at 6:04 PM
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you're in her DMs. I'm gay
November 21, 2025 at 1:29 AM
Take off your knit cap & your hair hurts season.
November 21, 2025 at 12:05 AM
[squints, in a raspy voice]

Some of us grew up in ballet. We know the taste of coffee followed by a Diet Pepsi followed by a Clif bar.

[coyote howls]
November 20, 2025 at 9:50 PM
Let’s go over this again: yes, at the end of every meeting someone should haphazardly throw chunky files into a capacious briefcase & shove it under his arm & storm out but THE REAL CONCLUDING GESTURE comes after: a bright & definitive click! as the meeting’s true victor snaps her pocketbook shut.
November 20, 2025 at 4:36 PM
Me watching microwave.
November 20, 2025 at 1:10 AM
The implied preface to every project I finish:

Hi, here’s a piece of writing that either indicates that I’m at my interpretive zenith as a perceiving being or that I’m being attacked by once friendly but now vicious words because I’ve gone mad.
November 19, 2025 at 3:47 PM
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When my friends and I were alcoholic 25yos, chain-smoking and drinking steel reserve on our band-house porch, giving each other homosocial haircuts, smoking weed and watching Wim Wenders movies all day, there was no one who's approval we valued more than the morally ambiguous forest-witch Baba Yaga.
November 19, 2025 at 12:41 AM
Walked by a senior center & saw a very elderly woman, from behind, hunched over in a wheelchair, & its entire back panel was a Pride flag. She was sitting with her daughter, I think, & as I passed her, I said, “I like your wheelchair!” & she straightened up & said, “Me too!,” & gave me a thumbs up.
November 18, 2025 at 10:24 PM