Hello there blog world. What to say, what to do today. My last day in Detroit. Was supposed to leave yesterday but you know how she goes. Once you’re here you’re here.
This is an MC5 mural by Robert Sestok they’re a band from Detroit. Legends. I saw their doc during film fest when I was 19 years old and was kind of blown the fuck away. They were in the audience too and all stood up afterward and shyly shot the shit. I was dating the Spaniard at the time, uber music elitist that he was and we were separated in our seats, the theatre was packed and it was one of those super theatres at the Varsity cinemas or maybe I am making the room larger in my memory based on the experience alone. Anywho. It’s neat to be here and see this mural and like a dingaling be like, ya I know what’s up.. I got hella more pics of my journey here this trip but it will have to wait til I am back in Toronto cos I ain’t uploading from here also for some reason my instagram doesn’t push to my flick anymore like it should I bet I had to reconfirm the app sync whatever.
We went to comedy at Baker’s lounge and it “was everything”. As the only whities in there it was especially surreal. It completely changes your perspective on political correctness, like absolutely throws whatever I had left of it out the window. If I can take it then I can take it. Makes you feel fearless. People have been horrible enough to me and my life is difficult enough that I really do not care what you think about me or say, cos it has all been done. Toronto is a vaccuum for people like this. Y’all muthafuckers couldn’t handle 8 mile road. Just kidding. The point is I am allowed to fangirl myself, my life, the things I experience. If other people can’t be happy for me, they can just keep being miserable then.
My friends have been rehearsing for an upcoming gig and they have Janin in from Romania while I’m here we’re so bohemian like that. He’s a solid producer, lights, sound, all of that and I am not even going to pretend to talk like I know anything about this shit (although I kinda do) but it has been great to see Konqistador up close and personal. Lizzy is other worldly when she performs. So many times when we are hanging I’m like who are these people, how is this real, and why am I here.
I’m missing the show cos I’m coming back again for a thing next weekend. I’m working this Friday at the pub, DJ Misty is playing it’s going to be intense and yes this is another read between the lines moments, you should roll on by.
Love the smoke break crew. I have a collection of photos of these guys spanning the few times I have been here. They keep me humble and real. The struggle is real. Okay it’s sandwich time smell ya later. I’ll be writing more in-length about Detroit someday soon. It is hot right now. Like. The place is hot. I just have so much to say! Til next time, your pal Raymi.
I had a great time sunbathing by myself, daydreaming, sleeping, listening to Lana Del Rey on the dock such pure zen.
It was just so much win, I died and was resurrected again. I paced in circles. I combed the compound. I crushed some brews, still party from the TIFF party the night before no sleep it was epiiiic.
That doggy had slobber dripping from his stupid smile it was just too much. Someone on Facebook goes, I hear banjos. We got lost on way there and on way out. Meh.
What a ding dong. You love it.
We were there for two reasons, Kayak Fishing Magazine (Rob did a talk) and we also had that fish finder device to test out and kayaking the 23 degree Madawaska river too which I got to do solo cos Rob was too beat from driving he just let the current take him and floated away from me LOLOLLLLLL I was like peace. I did the whole stretch of the river up and back down again alone with my thoughts. I loved the view of the trees which reminded me of my Canadian childhood up north listening to Joshua Tree in our Mazda. The trees were still green which was a marvel to me. As I drifted and watched the lone cars and trucks, each passing along the highway splicing through tree openings, it affected me because I am one who gets affected by things that remind me of things. I paddled over to this lonely lawn chair that some old goat likely spent the summer on no doubt watching the water pass by. I kayaked over toward it through lily pads hoping he would come out to greet me. A lot of abandoned homesteads and cottages, gorgeous vantages and moments of life set on pause. I did not take one photo of any of these moments it was purely for me. I was getting a major tan too. I looked down, taking in the sculpted physique and cut of my upper arms, going yes, yes yes with each paddle, each stroke. Then I’d lean back, enjoying the rest and the current taking or fighting me. It was joy. I fantasized about shit. Staring at rock faces, pine trees. What if something happens to me? I don’t have a life vest, a phone, I drank all my beer. Lol. I wrote a nice anecdote on my FB about this at the time the moment I got out of my kayak. The water was golden, the sun created this loner planet lake of fire and I paddled silently through it in circles, maneuvering my amateur hour into novice, am I saying this right? the water dappled, the driplets drippled I needed to tell everyone immediately. I wished I was in a romance novel lovesick for all that glowed around me.
Okay there ya go.
So incredibly early in the morning here.
Do you remember the raft by Steven King?
Oh here we go.
Oh no my contact lens. jk. I’m perfs I don’t need them.
That’s it I am screening Dazed & Confused before it starts snowing and I kill myself from autumn emo.
Love this so much walked through it barefoot it was kind of disgusting.
Jump right in baby.
If you’re ever going to be left alone this is the place for it to be. I felt like I was in heaven. No sounds. Just me and the loud silence.
Lying on bed blanket with pillows outdoors like bed was a floating outdoors was not lost on me it was fantastic especially since the blue velour was heated by the sun it was almost Raymographic.
Lip piercing hole on fleek.
I saw this guy peeking out of the forest. Hello there eccentric friend.
Beautiful place full of great people.
Baby cup came too.
A feast a feast.
That’s the mag! Get it. Rapids. kayaks. Hyuk.
Could you imagine this. 8 in the morning you are barely awake. A must-do.
Too legit to quit.
It’s never too early for a black panthers salute idgaf.
St. Anns does not f around. Creepy candleholders. Pilgrimage and shit. We drove through the town two days before the triple murder, town called Doymount. Of course we did ughhh O_O!
We were lost, basically in Quebec. Everything was abandoned here. In short it was scary AF.
From Massachusetts of course. Dated a guy from Amherst, also lived in Maine and visited all over New England so I can make jokes like that. Go Pats!
And that, is all I have to say about that.
Thanks for watching and for havin’ us. xo the great rlw much obliged.
Oh me oh my, hello there little ding dongs of the world are you happy? Are you sad? Do you want to talk about it? You know I’m always here right, like, always. Like fifteen years always. You get that by now though, right?
Okay lets look at a bunch of pictures of me and stuff pertaining also, to me until I run out of gas and need to check out gawker or make dinner or something (I wrote this last night obviously then gave up). Oh thank goodness I just remembered my champagne was in the freezer before the bottle exploded, phewf.
Hi it’s Friday now. I have been struggling to blog all morning. Since ten. I think I might try ADD medication. A friend I know takes it and she is super productive and organized so like, get me some of that. The less you blog, or write, the more you think and the more you think, the crazier you become. The more you do and the less balance there is just makes everything seem like a mess. To me it’s organized chaos. I don’t owe anyone anything. I don’t have to explain all of the time. Blog, essentially. Although I feel guilty about it. About not being a writer when I’m a writer. I’m in that creative lull. I’m being creative elsewhere. My TO DO list overwhelms me.
What I’m trying to say is, when I was in Detroit smoking in the window looking at the brick building next door, listening to the wind blowing the trees, to my music, to the sounds of the sign factory workers and the pang felt from the noise of passing trains, the haunt of the locomotive whistle and my impending departure.
I just want to write more about those moments, the minutiae. Honour all of it. I don’t want to be a tortured writer anymore who is like, “I am writing a book.” I don’t even know what I want. I know I want to live in LA, waste a month on a beach in Bali, basically do nothing and everything for my entire life and be terribly dramatic! I think a lot of creatives feel like they are never creating enough. The ideas we have far outweigh completing them unless you are Warhol. I need more bodies.
I am happy to be in a space where I can genuinely, safely, wholeheartedly say that I do not give one iota of a fuck anymore. About who I am. Making excuses for it. Worrying about the outcomes of things. It’s pretty obvious that my life is “moving on”. So much change this summer. I’m not afraid of saying “yes” anymore. I am proactive. I am blazing trails and I do not answer to anybody. If someone disagrees with the “edgy” I go ahead and do it anyway and receive the response I knew that I would. For someone who has always made waves why so surprised when I continue to do so?
Detroit is the new black existed for awhile. Was copied. I saw a Toronto vs Everybody shirt yesterday in liberty village on some guy. Also stolen from Detroit’s label Detroit vs everybody. Safe to say Detroit is hot right now. Taking the train to Windsor then driving over the border is so super easy. Quicker than to NYC. You can’t not flood Detroit now, knowing this.
I was glad to get a break from the train though. At least for one way. The Detroit ding dongs came in to hang while I bartended The Old Laurel then we drove the next day. I do like to eat and drink and be waited on while I travel though. FYI working at The Old Laurel tonight. Read between the lines, you do not want to miss out.
Jesus. As big as my head. We hit Taco Bell a few stops later HAHA.
Samy and I. No idea how to spell it but it 100% rhymes with Raymi. He is awesome. Our door guy. Can’t wait to see what he is wearing tonight.
This is a medley post. A blend. It’s like awesome wine and crappy wine. Got my hair did finally to the collective sighs of relief from every single hair stylist who ever looks at me. You’re mean and catty and you do not at all hurt my feelings. You benefit from the fruits of my labours of growing that ratty ass shit out like a weed. Mi gone mi dun with you. Joking. See you next week.
There will always be that skidly jokey tomboy side to me. Always. It’s the time of transgender so yeah. #justifications #always.
Then I do this look.
I am getting sick of talking about myself right now, believe it or not. Why do I have to write my own fan club copy this is bullshit. Speaking of how hilarious I am, I am building a stand-up set in my dreams. Maybe I should do it in Detroit! Yep I’m gunna. Make goals then destroy them.
This was treated to look more messed up than I was. But yeah we definitely gaver the night before not gonna lie. People on ello were like, Get well soon. LOLLLLLLL
Speaking of ELLO! If you’re ever in a bind jonesing for something to do, check out my ello! https://ello.co/raymitheminx/ I’m almost at 8k followers so I think I know what I am doing over there.
We are going to do another video for Konqistador‘s new song. I have to be darker in it. Less Planter’s peanut mascot. I was just doodling around and apparently “not listening” “to direction”. We still got something good tho bro. They’re big in Istanbul. You what that means? I am big in Istanbul. (My future fantasies tell me so).
That’s Jim Diamond’s diamond. I met him. He’s a producer. He did the White Stripes first two albums. That’s amazing! I saw the WS when I was 19 at the Warehouse. I don’t think it was Koolhaus yet. I just moved to Toronto. It was the first time I rode my bike from Little Italy down there to the venue. Great times.
I love playing dress-up and have been searching for people like these two my entire life to collaborate with I don’t know why this didn’t happen sooner but it is so happening.
Lizzy did great makeup. I could pull an all nighter and she would make me look like Cinderella. Oh wait I did pull an all nighter. I looked like Cinderhella. Compromise. Correct.
The night we got into town we went to Doc’s for drinks and watched a flick. I have never met anyone as passionate about the movie The Professional as myself before and we talked for an hour about it rewinding scenes over and over again and had a photoshoot or two. Drank Absinthe. It was killer. I forgot about my penchant for marionette puppetry. Doc’s place is a wonderland of eccentricities, studio props, outfits. He has a lot of candy. Mini donuts. Sour candies. Ate so much garbage on Saturday it was great and out of control.
The next night we did this.
They’re putting in streetcars. I was like, why?? Cool I guess. Because there is no public transportation in Detroit.
Slowly accepting fall. Don’t even get me started on the ding dong standing next to me here.
We strolled to Whole Foods to get Champagne after brunch, Lizzy and I. It was a nice day.
We posed our way there.
Sometimes I get an LL Cool J complex. Yes he is kinda cheesy. But sexy. Just please ignore what I am saying from this part forward thank you.
All joking aside, vegan restaurants have killer food. Plus champagne. Amazing patio and people to watch. Dreamy. That’s a pesto pizza sandwich. The other plate i just poured directly into my mouth.
I killed two wasps. The first death was a loud slam bam on the table and this cute girl goes, did you get it when I looked at her and I felt like such a boss. My fav person on the patio was this Tim Burtonesque goth chick in the corner she was totally goths at the beach. Best. Do not ever think that I am a hater. I am a lover and an appreciator. Amen sistah. I also liked when the kitchen guy came out and gave the wasp girl a potato that he wrote YOU SUCK on and she goes are you serious, “you suck?” Happy as hell. Vegans! Am I right??
Embracing bit of my excellent high shoes lately. Tall like a giraffe or a gazelle.
I feel like Austin when I wear this top hat. Heart him. #BB174EVR.
It’s his Judas hat. He has a degree in romantic..something, plus he’s a wrestler covered in a tattoo that is essentially just tree roots on acid are you kidding me!!!? I’d climb him like a tree.
This is me showing off my skin and the small suntan I’ve earned naturally this summer. Now what you’re about to see is something unnatural, but awesome. Come with me to Urbansun Tanning Salon in Scarborough (2555 Victoria Park Toronto) and watch me get my glow on for #HangLooseACTRA TIFF party tonight. I’m interviewing A-listers and hope to be a few degrees darker brown than the red carpet.
Off I go now!
Checking in at the front desk. I love leaving my mark in fashion and beauty salons all over the city.
I like this video. Love it. I do the robot. You see me squish lotion through my toes. I am “on point” with delivering some lines. It’s worth the 3:29 of your time. You almost see me naked? Am I selling this enough yet? Shameless beauty.
Getting into the Tan booth.
Lubing up your feet is imperative as you do not want to come out of there with Flintstones feet (whatever I mean by that!) and your toenails and fingernails and entire hands need to be totally covered as well. Trust.
Noted. Squish the Urbansun together always and you will remember the name. :).
I had a tour of the facilities. Futuristic! I matched too.
Rob was hoping I would teleport to another dimension. Me too buddy. Being cooped up inside the Starship Sun Capsule 220 Ultra VHR / HP was strangely relaxing, meditative, and I grew contemplative. I had a great idea for my next business card – so grateful to have remembered it just now. When I post the results of what I dreamed up in there I will link back to this post as the source of the inspiration. You know I bet that happens all the time; people get great ideas when they’re in the Starship!
The science experiment continues. I just stepped out of a cookie making factory. This is right before you take your clothes off and shut the door and push the start button at your own leisure. Actually there’s a strange disembodied voice talking to you, prompting every move. So glad I watched the tutorial video that she played when we were out front – it was helpful. Once you press the button the machine fires up and for six seconds you are sprayed on the front. You rock your body and sway along with it, then hop to the other side turn around and your back is done. Same thing, rocking with your arms at 90 degrees, doing the robot. It’s pretty straight forward. So simple it was hard and I asked a million questions.
Lots of buzz about the (invite only) Studio District Film Party happening Sept 15th (tomorrow!) that Hang Loose Media is putting on. I’ll be on the red carpet at 8pm interviewing Beeba Boys or maybe the director of this Tiff hit film herself, Deepa Mehta. Pinch me. Watch the trailer now!
“This invite-only party, hosted by ACTRA Toronto and HangLoose Media, will bring guests and press to Toronto’s studio district for a night of entertainment. What’s on tap? Aerialists pouring champagne from above the crowd, a live orchestra, DJ, and more. ”
And then Raymi says,
The #ActraGetsLoose party will have a variety of spectacular highlights from champagne, aerialists, actors galore, FAMOUS actors galore, food, cameras, ME, lie orchestra, SheDoesTheCity, epic sponsors and swag bags. Plus, I don’t know really cos I’m kind of a tiff-virgin – we can talk about that later lol but I have the inside press release scoop and I don’t (can’t) want to spoil anymore surprisesso xoxox yo! Off to get my attire sorted!
As promised here’s some more from the bubble of Detroit. All shots by destroyxbeauty.
You know, I looked around and I didn’t see or hear any gun shots. or Eminem. It was all pretty bright and peachy there. In the past two years gentrification had its way with the Motor City. Yes, I do know things about stuff so put your socks back on after they just got blown off there.
People were honking. Watching Lizzy shoot Reggie shoot me felt pretty awesome. It was boiling though. Sweltering. I love that humidity only in that when it’s gone it’s gone for long. As unbearable as it is I love it. Even while my makeup is trying to separate from my face I am chuckling and like ooooh you dirty rascal, you got me. The weather blows today of course.
I’m the mayor meow guys. The princess of white castle WHICH we didn’t get around to go to but I meant it when I said it. tsk.
sorry for the segue but I just discovered this Ciara song I coulda been grooving to all summer.
I was all like, just take me now cars. I’m a badass like that. Then I ran like hell out of there cos I didn’t want to die. Reggie said I was a wimp. I like my perfect shadow here.
Ps. that’s Lizzy on Labour Day. I tried to copy her but couldn’t cling on to the branch and put my head upside down like her without falling on my head so she totally wins this picture.
Pro shot! I am hitchhiking here ah duhhhhhhhhhh.
Channeling coolest fucking person in the universe here.
Oh yeah take that inner arm scoop line and this abandoned pawn shop too.
I’m going back pretty soon too. Why not right? Bath time excellent more tales from the big D in another installment, enjoy your Saturdaze.