These days I do most of my ranting er social media-info at Bluesky. If you’re there, let’s follow each other.

I’m not a tweeter since it became the nihilistic X but I still heart award shows. Over at Bluesky I’m blathering about the Emmys tonight. Find me at @rosmantic over there

The beautiful thing about books is that there are so many of them! You can read EAST OF EDEN or you can read a Grisham or you can read MASON & DIXON or a Michael Caine memoir or you can read like THE GIRL IN THE WINDOW ON THE WOMAN'S TRAIN or whatever.

Trump doesn’t want to just send the National Guard to NYC, he wants to handpick the next Mayor. But New Yorkers won’t let him.

Andrew Cuomo is such a scumbag it hurts my stomach. The fact that the guy won't go away even when he didn't score the Dem nomination only underscores what a cockroach he is.

I did a rent freeze and almost 2 million hard-working New Yorkers benefited. @ZohranKMamdani wants to do a rent freeze. You know who doesn’t want to do a rent freeze? @andrewcuomo, and he thinks he can trick us into forgetting that.

In this fucked cultural climate, no one bothers.

@rosmance made this her #CriticsPick on @NeilRosenApples @AllArtsTV Show Talking Pictures (Spoiler: Everyone doesn't die in the end) @lifeofchuckfilm

Today is summer solstice, the lightest moment in the Earth’s orbit around the Sun and the first day of Cancer, the sign in which the Allegedly United States of America were birthed. Today there's plenty of solar magic to power us to resist & rise with joy.

Tonight a full moon in mouthy Sag joins the sun in chatty Gemini. Together, these signs ensure we’ll be proclaiming what’s in our hearts and preaching to more than the choir.

This messy Trump-Musk breakup is truly the gayest thing about pride month

Everything—from the tiniest mitochondria to the grandest tree—is part of a divine intelligence. Tonight's full moon delivers amazing maps to navigate this collective unconscious.

Today a new moon joins the sun in grounding, glorious Taurus. This is the swooniest season of them all, and it grants us the ballast we need to rise as soldiers of love.

Venus gallops back into town today after a grueling 40-day retrograde, and she doesn’t come alone. She returns accompanied by a rosy full moon, amplifying all her gifts of love, abundance, and magic.

Maybe it’s the Venus Retrograde, or the end days vibe that's the new norm. But I’ve spent a lot of time over the last month thinking about intimacy that really works—in cohabitation, in romance, in sex; basically, how to open your heart without losing it.

The latest Ruby Report contains reviews of the film, TV, and books that have possessing me while Venus is on sabbatical. Among them: Dying for Sex, Ada Calhoun’s Crush, and the 1994 rags-to-rehab romance When a Man Loves a Woman.

I went long in my latest Flaneuzy essay. It’s about the the wilds of 1980s Boston, my beatnik parents stuck in the burbs, and the HS boyfriend who dosed my pizza while we were in one of New England’s most haunted cemeteries. https://t.co/u3ZTzHSxq7

On walking the wilds of a 1980s Greater Boston adolescence with a boyfriend who dosed me with LSD in one of New England’s most legendarily haunted cemeteries. Frankly, I'm a little surprised I lived long enough to tell this story.

Until DT became president, the one thing not on most late-stage capitalism bingo cards was the US being reduced to a Russian asset. But here we are, as evidenced by a globally streamed reality tv square-off bt our kockistocratic klown king & the 21st century's noblest leader.

I got interviewed by the hot-to-trot substack GenXXX about orgasms, menopause, the movie Babygirl, Chiron Return, non-monogamy--you know, all the NSFW stuff.

Dear X. Thank you for reminding me why I stopped posting here.