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Grace Lavery / Joseph Lavery & Daniel M. Lavery / Mallory Ortberg - "Straight with extra steps" couple trooning out to avoid "dwindling into mere heterosexuality"
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I'd wager the window silliness is because the baby has high bilirubin levels and they've been threatened with readmission if they don't bring it down. This is common when the mother is as old as dirt, hormonally spent, and has difficulty establishing a milk supply, like our leathery lesbian friend here. And the "burn out the bilirubin with sunlight" method is a minorly effective way of avoiding readmission for a spell under the magic lights.
But then again, putting the baby awkwardly on a couple of throw pillows he's sliding off of is fairly insane.
I find the finger picture weirder. Yes babies suckle on things. Weird angle, weird expressions, weird thing to pose and put up online.
Lily is giving me Wacko Jacko flashbacks.
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You know, people only give a shit about TIFs when they’re pregnant, preferably with a shitty beard and mastectomy scars. Imagine being Mallory, and being passed over for even that. It’s like having Downs syndrome and being a total arsehole, or a homely British woman without a beautiful singing voice. What’s the point of you?
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Joe already resents being a footnote to Mallory, even pathetically coattail riding her Wikipedia entry. He could have never tolerated all the attention a TIF pregnancy would have garnered Mallory. Plus it would have meant publishers would have wanted her writing and POV on being a “trans parent” not Joe’s. By using a handmaiden that’s not a troon Joe can be the main trans-character in his upcoming book/media pitches talking about being a transparent. Mallory will be an awkward third wheel accessory, Lilly is a boring cis woman breeder, but Joe and his namesake can be the STARs with these silly women getting in his way.
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No, no, no, no. That's one too many STAR. There's STAR and Mini-Star. Mini-Star will have to learn at an early age to keep his stardom under wraps when STAR's around.
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I have found it very liberating to believe that you can simply love people and defend them and side with them, simply because it's what you choose to do. No other explanation is necessary. While I'm sure some people take ethical and moral considerations very seriously, which will affect their relationships with some people, I don't think Mallory is one of them. I think her mind is broken in small and large ways by the woke panopticon. All of Dear Prudence is full of hairline fractures as she cheerily tries to tell you to kill your darlings for being imperfect. Because what if...... she's one? It's just a very dystopian vibe.
Negging, so romantic.
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Great. Mallory, who was so committed to "abolishing fatherhood" that she got those words permanently etched into her skin, is now gloating about her fake fatherhood of a baby that has nothing to do with her. This is just vile. I wonder how long it will be until little Roccy learns to read and to "Stop His Dad".
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She will redeem the Ortberg patriarchy by raising her husband’s girlfriend’s son! Lmao.
You know we focus on her dad being a pastor but he’s also a psychologist. Almost every child I’ve ever known raised by a psychologist is a fucking mess, but Mallory is a mess of epic proportions.
Oddly I’ve also known several kids of pastors, and while they might sometimes be hell raisers as teens, they tend to turn out to be fairly normal, productive adults in the end.
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Here’s something to ruin your appetite from New York Magazine today. Can’t get the pics to load but they’re in the archived link. They look properly douchy, though.
“Keeping Up With the Laverys
The Brooklyn literary power throuple all working and baby-raising from home.”By Choire Sicha, an editor at New York
It’s a Monday morning in March, and Danny Lavery is up first to quietly bake the bread he proofed the night before and to walk the two little dogs Maxim Casaubon Lavery (goes by Bon Bon) and Huckleberry Rigaud Lavery (prefers Gogo). Danny and the dogs are, for now, alone in the early-to-bed, early-to-rise camp. His wife, Grace Lavery, gets up a little later, and Lily Woodruff is liable to sleep in as well. Lily has a number of projects to attend to, but at the forefront is gestating the household’s baby. Waiting for a baby here mostly entails talking. “When I say we hope that the baby will be gay, I think maybe we’re all saying that we hope the baby will have an aesthetic life,” says Lily later as we curl up on the couch in their Brownstone Brooklyn living room. “I don’t know if you guys agree with that or not.” “I’m just picturing a little Bob Newhart baby,” Danny says. “Oh!” Grace says, then realizes, relieved. “I was thinking of Bob Ross.”
Danny met Grace, an academic, in 2015, two years after the birth of The Toast, a sly and chaotic website that also made Danny’s co-founder, Nicole Cliffe, a beloved internet presence; it closed up shop with a eulogy from Hillary Clinton in 2016. In 2019, he turned 33, married Grace, took her last name, and broke contact with his family, publicly holding his pastor father to account for choices you’d never want your pastor to make. As now perhaps the most famous trans couple of a certain slice of literary America, they decamped abruptly from California to New York.
A year after the Lavery wedding, Grace met Lily online. Lily was teaching art history at Michigan State and — by her account — “reading Killing Eve fan fiction and masturbating.” They fell for each other. Eventually, Lily came to visit Grace in the city; specifically, she borrowed an apartment in Manhattan and dressed up as a clown for part of the evening. Lots of sexting ensued. Two things led to another, or one thing led to two others. “I didn’t want to read more fan fiction,” Lily says. “I wanted my life to resemble fan fiction.” She wanted to join their gang is how Grace considers it. Eventually, Lily moved in. (It would probably interest you to know, because we’re all nosy, that, yes, they all sleep in the same bed. It also doesn’t seem particularly large.)
“For a long time, I didn’t want to have a baby because I was worried about what the world’s going to look like,” Lily says. She is in the middle of the seating arrangement, flanked by Grace and Danny. But in the summer of 2022, her point of view, which was previously and naturally quite pessimistic, changed. She began to see having a baby as an endorsement of optimism, a tribute to love — exactly why anyone has a baby. When you’re in love, cheesily, you want there to be more love. Discussion of a child reactivated a long-on-hold conversation between Danny and Grace from before the entire subject of family became off-putting. They all sat down for a long talk right here in the living room. Grace was eager to do it but wanted to have a baby only if Danny was onboard too. Danny agreed. “If you had asked me whether I’d wanted to have children when I was about 8, I probably would have said something like, ‘Yes, but only if I can do it with a few of my friends and I don’t have to get pregnant,’ ” he says. “And if I had said that, I would have been impressed today with my powers of manifestation.”
They planned to name this baby Rochbert “Rocco” Ozymandias Wolverine, though they wanted to get a peek at him first to be sure. Have they done any legalwork in preparation for the child? “We’re aware of what the legalwork should be,” Danny says. “I fucking keep forgetting to email the lawyer,” Grace says. Where will you put this baby? I ask. “In the bassinet,” Lily says matter-of-factly.
The bassinet happens to be in a large converted closet off the living room, which is where Danny’s and Grace’s desks are. Lily’s workstation is a messy desk tucked into that weird space atop the final flight of stairs that all brownstones have and that people never seem to know what to do with. These desks are all in active use, though Lily and Grace aren’t teaching this semester. While they wait for the baby, there are various things to work on. Danny has his newsletter for Substack; Grace is writing a historical turned sci-fi novel about constitutional law, Lily an article about the film artist Amar Kanwar; and Danny says he is reading a book about Elaine May for the New York Review of Books and writing, to keep himself amused, “a Murder, She Wrote–style comedy called Murder Most Noticeable.” Galleys for his first novel, Women’s Hotel,are imminent. (He describes it as “a very quiet novel of observations about people living in a women’s hotel that is modeled after writers whose work did not outlive them hugely.”) They would like to stay in New York, and they hope it works out. Right now, this includes Danny getting a day job. On the weekends, he is working with senior-citizen artists. “It’s $18 an hour,” he says. “We were kind of talking about if we are not able to make it work, we’ll go where we have to. But I would love to get to stay here if possible.”
Because Grace and Lily were intimate first, and because they’re all living and working together in a floor-through, one-bathroom apartment, Lily and Danny were a bit on tiptoes together, even into the pregnancy. Then they had their first good fight in December — over recycling! “There were ways in which I still felt like you and I would sometimes be on our ‘company manners’ around each other,” Danny says. “I think the outcome has been really positive,” Lily says. “I’m really sorry we had to go through my being a dick,” Danny says. This is their method. Danny describes it as “lesbian dominant” with an asterisk: “I don’t mean that in the sense of we’re dominant lesbians. I just mean we all have enough of a background in lesbianism and the processing of the lesbian school, which not all lesbians do, or have to do, or should do, but which does exist. I think we all like it. There will absolutely, I’m sure, come a day when our son is like, ‘I went over to someone else’s house and they don’t fucking do this all day. I didn’t know you could live with such beautiful quiet.’ Maybe that will be one of the ways in which heterosexuality will reintroduce itself back to our home.”
Not yet. For instance: Danny says that sometimes, when they’re at their desks, he’ll read something he’s working on out loud to the group. “When I’m reading it to you, I want suggestions on improving it, and I want a reaction,” he says. “Often, you want me to laugh,” Grace says. “That’s what I mean by a reaction,” Danny says. The other night, he was reading and nobody laughed, which he expressed to them. “I feel like part of the thing I was doing in that moment was acknowledging the ways in which I can be a diva,” he says. “I love your diva side,” Grace says, “and I think that because people often point out my diva side, your diva side gets underrecognized and underappreciated, and I just admire it very much and I love it and I think it’s a form of serious care in your work that I really appreciate.”
They tend to call it quits at different times, Danny tells me as we walk back toward the dining room. He, for one, has his teeth brushed by 8:30 p.m. Lily and Grace will often have a meal at about 10 p.m. — horrifying and decadent! Around midnight, Danny will climb into bed. He gamely demonstrates his nighttime ritual, wrapping his head in a cotton shirt and leaving a decent hole for his snout. It makes him look like a contented comic character who has successfully solved for a dramatic toothache. Then he’ll pat the bed, trying to summon everyone to settle down with him.
On April 3, Rocco was born. Grace says that by the time he arrived, she had talked with a lawyer.
Danny met Grace, an academic, in 2015, two years after the birth of The Toast, a sly and chaotic website that also made Danny’s co-founder, Nicole Cliffe, a beloved internet presence; it closed up shop with a eulogy from Hillary Clinton in 2016. In 2019, he turned 33, married Grace, took her last name, and broke contact with his family, publicly holding his pastor father to account for choices you’d never want your pastor to make. As now perhaps the most famous trans couple of a certain slice of literary America, they decamped abruptly from California to New York.
A year after the Lavery wedding, Grace met Lily online. Lily was teaching art history at Michigan State and — by her account — “reading Killing Eve fan fiction and masturbating.” They fell for each other. Eventually, Lily came to visit Grace in the city; specifically, she borrowed an apartment in Manhattan and dressed up as a clown for part of the evening. Lots of sexting ensued. Two things led to another, or one thing led to two others. “I didn’t want to read more fan fiction,” Lily says. “I wanted my life to resemble fan fiction.” She wanted to join their gang is how Grace considers it. Eventually, Lily moved in. (It would probably interest you to know, because we’re all nosy, that, yes, they all sleep in the same bed. It also doesn’t seem particularly large.)
“For a long time, I didn’t want to have a baby because I was worried about what the world’s going to look like,” Lily says. She is in the middle of the seating arrangement, flanked by Grace and Danny. But in the summer of 2022, her point of view, which was previously and naturally quite pessimistic, changed. She began to see having a baby as an endorsement of optimism, a tribute to love — exactly why anyone has a baby. When you’re in love, cheesily, you want there to be more love. Discussion of a child reactivated a long-on-hold conversation between Danny and Grace from before the entire subject of family became off-putting. They all sat down for a long talk right here in the living room. Grace was eager to do it but wanted to have a baby only if Danny was onboard too. Danny agreed. “If you had asked me whether I’d wanted to have children when I was about 8, I probably would have said something like, ‘Yes, but only if I can do it with a few of my friends and I don’t have to get pregnant,’ ” he says. “And if I had said that, I would have been impressed today with my powers of manifestation.”
They planned to name this baby Rochbert “Rocco” Ozymandias Wolverine, though they wanted to get a peek at him first to be sure. Have they done any legalwork in preparation for the child? “We’re aware of what the legalwork should be,” Danny says. “I fucking keep forgetting to email the lawyer,” Grace says. Where will you put this baby? I ask. “In the bassinet,” Lily says matter-of-factly.
The bassinet happens to be in a large converted closet off the living room, which is where Danny’s and Grace’s desks are. Lily’s workstation is a messy desk tucked into that weird space atop the final flight of stairs that all brownstones have and that people never seem to know what to do with. These desks are all in active use, though Lily and Grace aren’t teaching this semester. While they wait for the baby, there are various things to work on. Danny has his newsletter for Substack; Grace is writing a historical turned sci-fi novel about constitutional law, Lily an article about the film artist Amar Kanwar; and Danny says he is reading a book about Elaine May for the New York Review of Books and writing, to keep himself amused, “a Murder, She Wrote–style comedy called Murder Most Noticeable.” Galleys for his first novel, Women’s Hotel,are imminent. (He describes it as “a very quiet novel of observations about people living in a women’s hotel that is modeled after writers whose work did not outlive them hugely.”) They would like to stay in New York, and they hope it works out. Right now, this includes Danny getting a day job. On the weekends, he is working with senior-citizen artists. “It’s $18 an hour,” he says. “We were kind of talking about if we are not able to make it work, we’ll go where we have to. But I would love to get to stay here if possible.”
Because Grace and Lily were intimate first, and because they’re all living and working together in a floor-through, one-bathroom apartment, Lily and Danny were a bit on tiptoes together, even into the pregnancy. Then they had their first good fight in December — over recycling! “There were ways in which I still felt like you and I would sometimes be on our ‘company manners’ around each other,” Danny says. “I think the outcome has been really positive,” Lily says. “I’m really sorry we had to go through my being a dick,” Danny says. This is their method. Danny describes it as “lesbian dominant” with an asterisk: “I don’t mean that in the sense of we’re dominant lesbians. I just mean we all have enough of a background in lesbianism and the processing of the lesbian school, which not all lesbians do, or have to do, or should do, but which does exist. I think we all like it. There will absolutely, I’m sure, come a day when our son is like, ‘I went over to someone else’s house and they don’t fucking do this all day. I didn’t know you could live with such beautiful quiet.’ Maybe that will be one of the ways in which heterosexuality will reintroduce itself back to our home.”
Not yet. For instance: Danny says that sometimes, when they’re at their desks, he’ll read something he’s working on out loud to the group. “When I’m reading it to you, I want suggestions on improving it, and I want a reaction,” he says. “Often, you want me to laugh,” Grace says. “That’s what I mean by a reaction,” Danny says. The other night, he was reading and nobody laughed, which he expressed to them. “I feel like part of the thing I was doing in that moment was acknowledging the ways in which I can be a diva,” he says. “I love your diva side,” Grace says, “and I think that because people often point out my diva side, your diva side gets underrecognized and underappreciated, and I just admire it very much and I love it and I think it’s a form of serious care in your work that I really appreciate.”
They tend to call it quits at different times, Danny tells me as we walk back toward the dining room. He, for one, has his teeth brushed by 8:30 p.m. Lily and Grace will often have a meal at about 10 p.m. — horrifying and decadent! Around midnight, Danny will climb into bed. He gamely demonstrates his nighttime ritual, wrapping his head in a cotton shirt and leaving a decent hole for his snout. It makes him look like a contented comic character who has successfully solved for a dramatic toothache. Then he’ll pat the bed, trying to summon everyone to settle down with him.
On April 3, Rocco was born. Grace says that by the time he arrived, she had talked with a lawyer.
ETA: oh, look, a photo anyway!
ETA 2: corrected source, my bad.
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Small correction: The Cut is a part of New York magazine, not the The New York Times (NYT).
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Studio photograph. Lol . Did they not want another photo of the fat uglies in clown clothes to go with this story? Studio shot with good lighting and black clothes. Serious troon business.
We know candid shots make Joe and Mal look like special need adults with a trust fund. Guess they learned their lesson after the NYT provided KF with the best all time photo of the dynamic duo. (It’s now in the OP for anyone who missed its glory)
I’m getting the vibe Joe is back tracking on his total real womanhood just when his grandma jowls have come in so nicely.
We know candid shots make Joe and Mal look like special need adults with a trust fund. Guess they learned their lesson after the NYT provided KF with the best all time photo of the dynamic duo. (It’s now in the OP for anyone who missed its glory)
I’m getting the vibe Joe is back tracking on his total real womanhood just when his grandma jowls have come in so nicely.
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He's listed on Transgender Map as an "anti-trans activist". I'm guessing because he wouldn't fuck a pooner, since everything I can find from him is assuredly not "anti-trans".
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Odd how it's "The Laverys" as though Joe was the man and therefore the one, as it was in pre-post-modern times, to contribute the polycule's surname.
I guess making it "The Laverys" is rad, though, because Joe is not a man so when he acts and gets treated like a man it's not like there's a man involved at all. Except when he jizzes in a womanly way and makes a baby.
I guess making it "The Laverys" is rad, though, because Joe is not a man so when he acts and gets treated like a man it's not like there's a man involved at all. Except when he jizzes in a womanly way and makes a baby.
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"One hit wonders for 200, Alex"
"This 80s hangover from 70s psychedelia famously built this city on rock and roll."
But seriously there's so much to take in, here. Daniel and Grace and THEIR partner. She's their pet. Their prize possession. Their prize winning cocker spaniel bitch, or highest producing milk cow. Their promising small business.
I suspect it's a deliberate framing, some kind of fucked up BDSM thing they are sliding in to the public eye to try to normalize it.
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A really strange feature. It looks like a set-up by the subjects for something, most likely Joe and Lily ditching Mallory. Can't see the relationship lasting long as it has with the baby. NY Mag's commenters are not impressed by the piece.
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Disagree, there's no 5-D degenerate chess going on here. It's just an especially disgusting slimeball (Joe) convinging his tard baby wife that him getting his dick wet is some kind of ~kweer liberation~. Trying to celebrate this in the pages of New York magazine is inevitably going to result in some gross and creepy phraseology because the situation is gross and creepy.
Confirmed this was all Joe and Lily's idea with "permission" from Mallory being extracted under duress. AWKWARD.
Ooooooof. Joe and Lily living life while Dobby the house elf tard baby house swathes her head in a t-shirt and shuffles off to bed early. [Side note: I had an autistic female friend in college who would do exactly this--wrap her head in a blanket or jacket or shawl right in the middle of hanging out.]
EDIT: Burn.
EDIT 2: Burn #2
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What? Who could think such a thing? And who could have possibly made them think that?
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My aunt is one (and her children are fucked up). Every time she did something to upset you, she'd come out with some guff about how your hurt feelings were actually representative of something else, often someone else, and definitely meant you were really upset at them, not her. 99% of the time, your parents, but then when it came to her own kids it would be because they were still holding onto being upset about what Tommy said to them in the playground yesterday and 'redirecting' their anger. You're literally not allowed to feel negative feelings around her and you will never get a real apology. You get a very artifical, formal word salad instead ... kind of like Joe, come to think of it. I think Mal may have married her dad. Both psychology and academia encourage you to 'interpret' shit to find the 'real' meaning of things. And yes things can have deeper meanings, but conveniently you can also just interpret shit however you want.
I can easily see Mal having got to adulthood with no idea how to address and cope with negative feelings (except arguably to resite them elsewhere through first victorian literature and then social justice) and can't imagine what a double whammy a pastor + psychologist must be. It makes the trooning seem inevitable as they probably upheld submissive gender roles for women along with everything else.
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Yes.
I hope I didn't cut you off too soon, but yes. Yes, you have achieved cosmic essence with that thought. Yes.