anyway, welcome back (okay, presumptuous of me!!!) to sent from my iphone with love, your hot links to epic things that i have found On The Line and the irl bit, which is hot reccos for Real Life Living™.
nadia lee cohen for dsquared2
this is the online bit:
★ gabrielle #12 – backshots with... tony soprano, gabrielle ★
i am not immune to the male mating call: white singlet, an unruly spillage of chest hair crowning the neckline, a certain ungroomed gruffness, gold chain made sexy by mobsters long before boyish connell.
however, i must admit, there are limits to this formula. much like brandy melville, it is not a one size fits all. a confession: i have never seen the sex appeal of tony soprano. but i am so glad others have so i can read this article.
Is he good at it? Not on your life. The sex scenes in The Sopranos are pointedly naturalistic, so whenever we see Tony doing the business – getting dome in the Bing toilets, ragging a receptionist over his desk at Barone Sanitation, chuffing cigars with Irina – it looks and sounds exactly how a 280lb mobster having sex would look and sound. He goes at it like a dog with a pillow, the most prominent noise in the mix is his heavy breathing, and more often than not he’s hitting it from behind while sitting in a desk chair with wheels. When he cums he looks like Henry VIII being tasered.
★ baby reindeer ★
it is a truism that anytime you mention baby reindeer, your conversational counterpart must interrupt you and say- wait- you know it’s a true story right?
this is not an enjoyable watch, but rather something so viscerally uncomfortable that you can’t look away. kind of like a white male equivalent of i may destroy you. highly recommend, although you’ve probably already watched it.
so nice of netflix to make something good for once.
★ the gay art of walking fast, byline ★
friend (and designer!) of the substack, michael, never disappoints. here he explains why i’m always trailing behind my tall twinks who seem to be hell bent on strutting as if they’re kath and kel going for a walk, or training for the paris olympics.
Like any gay man, I am prone to many unpleasant practices. I drink my iced coffee in arctic winters like a shivering rat, except I am an adult with an adult brain incapable of making temperature-appropriate choices. I whisper “mother” under my breath whenever any woman does something villainous. I go to a workout class where everyone is gay and everyone hates each other. When I finally got my driver’s license last year—at the ripe age of [redacted] [redacted]—I grieved for weeks. Who was I if not a passenger princess? Life behind the wheel was desolate, devastating. Suddenly I was a gay man who drove. Preposterous! I gazed out from the windshield and longed for a semi to T-bone me into oblivion. Many people contain multitudes but I am not one of them. With one queeny little wave, I bid adieu to my motorist era. For sale: driver’s license, never worn.
this is the irl bit:
☆ none of this is serious, catherine prasifka ☆
i wanted to be all like, this is so different from anything i’ve read before! but then i realised that it is still, in fact, about a 20 something year old woman being mildly unlikeable and having a bit of a tough time with some sort of romantic interest. still, it takes some original twists and turns and is written well.
p.s. i have read and loved like every book in that comments lmfao.
☆ laniege lip mask ☆
charli xcx recommended this product a few years ago, so i’m sure you need to introduction or explanation.
i’m just saying that i had mine since my sister bought it for my birthday in 2020, and i ran out of it last week. to put it into other terms: it outlasted 1 relationship and 5? situationships. is it gross to use a product for this long? perhaps. but perhaps it is just a little impressive too?
of course, with any lip product you have periods of co dependency and brief dalliances apart, the lip mask spending sojourns in forgotten coat pockets, or nestled next to melting gum packets in the bottom of various handbags, but for the majority of those 4 years, my laniege lip mask (flavour: grape fruit) was my constant. my lips felt as plump as a software engineer’s wallet and looked as glazed as a krispy kreme. i will be repurchasing, even if i need to take out a loan to do so.
☆ taking a bath full of radox after running 4km as if you had just ran the london marathon ☆
just trying to feel like i’m a part of something.
au revoir!