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This week's digest has a special guest essay from arealtravistea! Scroll down to check it out!
LAST WEEK WAS MOSTLY MISERY, CATCH UP:
TUESDAY, AUG 17 — 8:00pm cst (S2:E17)
join poolboy for an interactive screening of one of his favorite films: Alan Clarke and David Rudkin’s odd Penda’s Fen.
WEDNESDAY, AUG 18— 9:00pm cst (S2:E18)
arealtravistea return to the TikTok gauntlet and tensions from last season finally boil over into the open. can the two friends repair a wound left to fester? what does moving forward look like in a friendship?
THURSDAY, AUG 19 — 9:00pm cst (S2:E19)
momgrab and (an actor playing) her boyfriend join the stream to push poolboy to the very limits of his new sub identity. is the stress from the season starting to get to everyone? who will crack first?
FRIDAY, AUG 20 — 9:00pm cst (S2:E20)
Ryan and poolboy face the toughest challenge to their relationship yet, as the two begin the uncoupling. but a shocking twist surprises everyone, least of all the two love birds.
SATURDAY, AUG 21 — 10:00am cst (S2:E21)
poolboy and bballbuster1000 spend a lazy Sunday morning convalescing from the drama of the night before. they draw, play chess, and bask in a sleepy sort of friendship.
SUNDAY, AUG 22 — 11:00pm cst (S2:E22)
poolboy is LIVE!!!!!! IN PERSON!!!!!!!!!!!!! at Crashbox (5305 Bolm Rd. #12, Austin, TX 78721). This is not a DRILL!!!!!!! Your chance to be experience poolboy in blistering 4D. There will be drinks, installations, gallery exhibits, poolboy streaming, a smoking section, music, and more. This week: come to CLUBPOOLBOY for a late night dj set by rat_doula and even more subby fun. Do not miss this insane chaotic hot mess of an event. (Masks required for indoor stuff.)
MONDAY, AUG 23 — 10:00pm cst (S2:E23)
Join flynnstone_0 and poolboy00 each Monday late night in August as they unpack the previous week’s drama, play fun drinking games with the chat, and more. Drinking games, a word of the day, and absolutely nothing left on the table.
guest essay by arealtravistea
The past month I’ve made an effort to, like, not be all “gross” to myself about my body. I even went so far as to evoke some kind of sharp and acute vulnerability via social media, posting pictures of myself where one can clearly see the newly developed pod of stretch marks reaching across my stomach. I’m not going to write about my body dysphoria. I guess I’ll just do some sit ups and walk more. And try not to cry. And try to feel attractive. And not ugly. And like cool. And worthy of sex and boyfriends and large homes and a garden and a small dog and the best fresh produce and a car and a bike and many other things like things that are green and things that are sharp or, things that look and taste like one thing but in fact aren’t that thing at all.
Now, I’m in Vermont. There are trees, green and tall. There are deer, long stretches of roads where one can see a barn, a farm, cattle, goats. There’s cheese. And sweet corn at the farm stand in which you just leave the money in a lockbox on the side of the stand. And that’s beautiful and sweet. But it’s boring. It’s boring. I’m watching my play some evenings. Then I’m watching TV. Or going to the neighborhood bar— that only stays open until 9PM. I feel like I’m in an old movie. And here, everything is like nice and idyllic, the sun takes a break in the evening to let the ground cool, low mist hanging off the mountains. And here, I’m being swallowed whole by a bear.
Okay, that sounds so depressing. Actually, everything is really just fine. I have to sleep more. But that’s probably never going to happen. I’ll move to NYC next month (help me). I’ll have a job and write little emails to my co-workers. It’ll be just fine really.
Also, I’ve been watching The Twilight Saga (now on Netflix). I think Bella has every right to want to be a vampire. I don’t see any downsides. It honestly seems pretty cool. AND Why are vampires and werewolves enemies?!! Like, they’re both terrifying beasts of, like, some kind of magical evolution...so why not be friends? You’re both very secretive and often times, you both like to eat humans. So umm STOP FIGHTING each other and get it together!! We deserve a story about peace from these two peoples.
The book trilogy turned movie saga features Bella, who is a human but smells good, a bunch of vampires, and a bunch of werewolves— and it happens that both groups of supernatural beings are really hot.
Bella basically knows from the beginning that Edward (the vampire) is a weirdo. And then as soon as she finds out, re: the existique forest scene: “I know what you are.” Then she meets Jacob played by Taylor Launter (who is neither Native American nor Latino). She then only half falls in love with him but is so interested in being a vampire that she doesn’t want to try having an actual relationship with Jacob. I do remember something about Stephanie Meyer being anti-feminist for Bella wanting to become a vampire. But it makes sense. Every vampire who tells their human lover that they don’t want to turn them is toxic. They’re toxic. Relationships are about compromise. And when your partner says they want to become an immortal being while engaging in their biting kink, you say YES. I think it’s noble that Bella wants to be vampire. And like it’s the opposite of anti-feminism. So there!
It’s also very important for me to note that in these films: there are no gay vampires. And it is widely known that all vampires are pan. If anything, this series is queerphobic. And that’s not good! Imagine a gangbang of vampires! Oh! I guess they kinda did that in Blade during the party scene. Very cool! Also there were lots of gay vampires on True Blood. Basically all vampires are gay.
But my favorite thing about these movies, aside from Kristen Stewart’s acting choices, is that Rob Patt hated doing the movies so much. Like so much. Now he’s a pretty boy British actor turned serious actor in movies about fucking mermaids (idk I didn’t watch it).
Ok, anyway going to have a beer and watch The White Lotus, another show in the long string of shows about rich white people awful! Because we don’t get enough of that in the real world hahah! :)