So, like are you apart of milady twitter at all? Oh, nice. I’m Pseud0anon. Do we follow each other already? Nah I don’t live here, I came for the rave.

This is a sample of how the majority of my conversations started at the of milady rave. I was soloing the event, the only person I had made loose plans with unfortunately missed his flight which was a shame because I was looking forward to meeting him. One of my greatest personal strengths is improv and talking to people so I wasn’t worried to go alone. I hit a bar before finding le rave—had a buzz going into the venue. I wandered around the dark and loud NYC basement like a stray cat fiending on too much catnip without a care in the world if I found my way back home. I hope I didn’t come across as too much of a spaz since I talked to anyone that seemed approachable.

It was too late when I realized I probably drank too many double tequilas—I faded in and out of consciousness about an hour and a half inside of the milady dungeon. Wish I could remember everyone I met, but the majority of them are just a blur. I started to fully gain consciousness when I left to get a burrito bowl with a guy I was bantering with near the end of the night. Funny dude. I received a text from someone I do not quite recall meeting, but I had his contact in my phone and the after-party address sent to me. My burrito-bowl-buddy and I took the subway there. Drank someone else’s skunked corona that was handed to me when I entered the kitchen. Opened it with my belt. There was a beer opener on the fridge, didn’t notice till later, oops. Milady-sphere is not only a fun place to be online, but also irl. Everyone I meet was easy to talk to and chill. Eventually, I took an uber back to my hotel at 5am.

I would’ve never expected that having a silly shitposting twitter account would bring more meaningfulness into my life, but it definitely has. I wanted an anon account as an outlet to tweet more edgy, silly, and strange things I didn’t want to post on my normal account. I was hesitant to post like I am now because I feared having business colleagues, old classmates, and my parents reading my tweets and thinking I’m a schizo or something. I bought my milady because I knew some miladys from a previous groupchat (and I needed to liquidate some shitcoins I was bag holding). Initially I didn’t think much about it, I just wanted a cute pfp with strong memetic qualities—but I was quickly consumed by network spirituality. I will impatiently wait for the next rave and make sure to be a little more sober this time around.