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I'm depressed so he's taking me places again. I am not sure where we are flying but I'm told it's warm.

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I am sad. Leaving home is always sad. Leaving home under these circumstances was heartbreaking.

So Lestat found a pop up jazz club for us to hunt.

I do feel a little better. Thank you, @the-rockstar-lestat , my love. I'm sorry no one appreciated your vintage suit

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Well. We left.

We closed up the house without finishing the furnishings and left for New York City again. We'll stay there for a while. More than a few visibly queer or brown coven members who'd been in New Orleans with us for the holiday came with us and will be staying at Trinity Gate. Lestat and I have our own apartments. It was a somber mood on the flight back.

I hope you are all well, friends. I am here for you. We shall have to be here for each other once again.

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i keep thinking about just take it ten seconds at a time everything will be ok from unbreakable kimmy schmidt. i keep thinking about look for the helpers you will always find people who are helping from mr rogers. i keep thinking about most people are decent from rutger bregman. i keep thinking about there’s some good in the world mr frodo and it’s worth fighting for from lotr. i keep thinking about there’s a crack in everything that’s how the light gets in from leonard cohen. my brain is a washing machine of hope and i will go on i will i will will

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there needs to be a cultural shift in america like im not talking about culture war bullshit i mean the average american needs to learn to care about their community and the rest of the world and not be a self-absorbed asshole with a "fuck you i got mine" attitude.

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We are flying home as soon as it gets dark.

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I am sitting on the roof of my house having a mental breakdown. America do better.

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Okay but for real if you live in Maricopa County and voted by mail PLEASE go check the county recorder's webpage to make sure you didn't get flagged for a signature issue!! Apparently something like 12k are still waiting to be cured and we need every single one of those votes to send Kari Lake back to the fucking shadow realm where she belongs and also REPLACE Kyrsten Sinema with someone who's not going to do a stupid little curtsy while they tank progressive policies in the Senate!!

THERE IS STILL TIME PLS CHECK IF YOU LIVE THERE!!! Also maybe check even if you don't live there, I made sure mine got counted in Pima, we can make Blue Arizona happen!!! Check your ballots!!!!

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Once again the south has disappointed me. One day the land that raised me will not disappoint me, but as for now we may be taking the whole coven back to New York. We are currently debating the wisdom of being a group of visibly queer men in a red state in the aftermath of whatever happens today, and I am sick that we have to feel so insecure in my home.

It is time once again, my mortal friends, to ensure the democracy I saw born does not fall before me. Please, for the sake of not only yourself but all those lives that will come after yours, VOTE.

I'll be at my polling place the second the sun sets.

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It is done. I have voted. I hope all went well for you as well, friends.

It is time once again, my mortal friends, to ensure the democracy I saw born does not fall before me. Please, for the sake of not only yourself but all those lives that will come after yours, VOTE.

I'll be at my polling place the second the sun sets.

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It is time once again, my mortal friends, to ensure the democracy I saw born does not fall before me. Please, for the sake of not only yourself but all those lives that will come after yours, VOTE.

I'll be at my polling place the second the sun sets.

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PLEASE SHARE

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Friends. I am having a bit of a problem in refurnishing the Rue Royale house. The problem is this bureau:

Do you see that lovely oak antique? Well .....

It's mine. And I want it back. It's the perfect height.

We've been able to track down a surprising amount of our old furniture, really, and the house is really starting to come together. But this one is thwarting me. It's not that I don't know where it is. Clearly it's right there inside that store. It's not that we cannot afford our own antiques. Between the two of us we don't really have to worry about money. It's that this antique shop is run by ONE SINGULAR ELDERLY MAN who DOES NOT ALLOW FOR REMOTE OR ONLINE PURCHASES and ONLY OPENS THE STORE FROM 9 AM TO 3 PM and I AM A GODDAMNED VAMPIRE.

Help.

I'm taking suggestions on how to get my damn furniture back.

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We're little drinking on Bourbon now....

Drunk humans taste of deliciously bad ideas.

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One of you mentioned you are here in my home city. We are enjoying the night air on Royale. Say hello if you pass by

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Well now I feel truly old. Regardez-lá;

This is in a museum...in the Cabildo, actually. It is a piece of sheet music, a lively little march. One of the first adult pieces Claudia played on the piano, when she was still learning from Lestat, before her piano master came to teach her.

This is OUR copy.

You can see some faded reddish stains on it that they were unable to get out from an unfortunate incident when my still-young Claudia ate her piano master in a fit of rage and splattered blood all over the sheet music around the piano. Apparently a lot of our sheet music was found in good condition in the Rue Royale house and was donated to the Louisiana Historical society.

The curator was kind enough to allow me to look inside, where you can still see Lestat and Claudia's annotations to the music. Her handwriting was still that of a child at that point. Unfortunately he didn't allow me to photograph the interior due to its condition.

It's odd to see one's personal possessions in a museum.