Les Liaisons ennuyeuses, Acte II : Sessums à Paris

GENIUS! I’m going to celebrate this thread by having some salmon and blue cheese! A winning combination, just warm it up on an antique hot plate and Bob est ton oncle!! 🤪

The tossed sweater sleeve post is beyond parody. How he can come back to the bedsit – sorry, garret – to face those egg meals on the hot plate I don't know. I wonder if he's spun through the GoFundMe $12,000. Onwards!

That 12K is looonnnng gone. His “higher power” told him to keep it. His fb following PLUMMETED after that grift. He’s a piece of shit

After Paris, where next? Back to Smalltown NY or South of the Border? Has he outlined his intinerary?

I have two friends who follow him on FB. One of those, and another gay guy I know, follow him on Instagram. I don’t know what to make of it. They all seem reasonable. All of them involved in some way in the creative fields.

R4 it's all in here. A garden shed in Santa Fe is up next.

Lying pathetic thieving tax-dodging washed up has been GRIFTER. There are oh so many words to describe Mrs Magoo. None of them good.

Le question majeure that everyone wants an answer to is if he owes the IRS $50k where the fuck is he getting the money to swan around Europe staying in garrets?

He once bemoaned on his FB page that it's so hard for writers to get hired these days as so many people just don't read because they are on social media all day. Projection much?

I'm sure it was just his own rationalisation of why nobody returns the calls of this talented genius Capote in jeans.

Her last benefactor Miss Peter Staley is having a kerfuffle on Facebook over her brothers 'dealings' with Epstein

[quote]A garden shed in Santa Fe is up next.

Smalltown Santa Fe! There's a lot of light there.

It seems like a place you need a car to survive. Not somewhere to toddle down the street for a croissant.

Santa Fe has public transit! You can catch a ride on a burro for a dollar.

But is the place in Santa Fe a writer's garret?

I would rather be short, disgraced, drunk, bitter Truman Capote than KS on any day in any condition.

At least Truman didn’t cross dress for “the gram”, was genuinely funny, had SOME self awareness, and had actual close friends who stuck by him even thru his darkest days. Sessums, not so much. He left SF and Provincetown in drug fueled shame, Hudson really had nothing for him, after being persona non grata at all the coffee shops for leering. Buying a pastry and a cup of coffee doesn’t mean you can PLOP your child bearing hips down and “work” for the entire day. Cheery “Hello’s” soon became weary half-smiles…no one cared anymore. His strange ogling at the local men and snapping their photos on the sly didn’t help. He has a lot of trouble “reading the room”. I’m so glad others are finally seeing what I have known for years! If it doesn’t benefit him, he doesn’t do it. A prime example is the “Tuesday night” kitchen work (ala SKIP in Provincetown) for the mentally challenged HE DID TWICE, but mentions frequently like he actually was a valued volunteer. It boggles the mind. I have a feeling a new GO FUND ME is on the horizon. I’ll ignore it, of course. I’ll continue to donate to St. Jude’s…

She must have a lot of 'FOMA' sic. About not being able to swan around at the VF Oscar party tonight. Instead she's....making an omelette on a hot plate in a bedsit.

But I'm sure she'll write something about how 'grateful' she is nonetheless

R13 From her earlier description, it sounds more like a tool shed.

GRIFT ALERT 🚨🚨🚨

"My latest SES/SUMS IT UP column is now up at Substack. I write about the great Janet McTeer starring in Phaedra at the National Theatre and three of its other productions. Please click on the link to read it and consider subscribing for free or for only $5 a month or $50 a year. I put a lot of thought into these columns and hours of work. Think of it as supporting my Facebook page to which is curated like a meta-memoir in many ways. I am so grateful to those of you who have already subscribed. We are up to 1800 subscribers and a bit over 400 paid ones out of that number. I usually wait until I see that over 2000 viewers have read a column before posting a new one."

So 400 X $50 = $20,000

I don't know what I'm more shocked at, the brazenness of his grift or that 400 dumb fucks give him money to read his shitty writing.

His latest drone about oscar weekend and the (vanity fare party he is no longer invited to) had some real moronic gems like “a yoke of yokels of the Hollywood ilk!”

THATS FUNNY…HE ATE EGGS THAT HAD YOLKS IN THEM…. See? everything connects!!🙄

He ends with the uplifting “I AM MY OWN AUNTIE MAME!” live…Live!….LIVE!!!!!!

The Oscar post was nuts. Did you refrain from snorting coke while you were playing your Auntie Mame role with your brother's kids?

“Hours of work”!

Smalltown DataLounge. Our dear HowardMoss had another thread about Miss Sessums up that alas has befell the Muriel curse. But it had some real gems. The Beside Me thread has also been scrubbed.

Who did he blow that works for DL

Even when there is no light there is light. Even when there is no light there is light Even when there is no light there is light. Even when there is no light there is light Even when there is no light there is light Even when there is no light there is light Even when there is no light there is light Even when there is no light there is light

Using.

Sad sack Sessie also laments an “old friend” he used to download his VF Oscar party gossip to, grew tired of his self absorbed ramblings, and was no longer interested in taking his calls. I’m sure this happens to him a lot. He is an emotional and financial vampire who sucks the goodwill out of anyone who crosses his path. The post he wrote on Facebook about this is a classic example. Mind-bending trips to nowhere, with rabid narcissism BLAZING. I bet he was fingering his stretched out shithole while he was writing it.

Jesus Christ! I just saw a recent “close up” selfie of him. His face is caving in, and he grew a revolting white beard trying to disguise it. He has all this time to “nourish his soul” with theater and “the dance”, but no time to deal with the rotting teeth and obvious gum disease that are deforming his already ugly face. He really IS Golum!!

Just how large is his revolting old cock?

Waiting to well over 500 responses before deleting a Sessums thread is no kindness to him. Maybe it's a form of shade on sessums.

I think the “bohemian” beard is really just a reflection of how expensive razors are. The travails of the cultural pilgrim…

Oh the teeth and gums are long gone. See here for lip smacking, lack of teeth realness.

Live from Bellevue

R29. And OBVIOUSLY using. Grifters gotta grift!!

If his mouth is that dry to be smacking that much then the bitch is on the pipe.

R31, it could be medication. Some legitimate meds are dehydrating and unless you drink water constantly your mouth goes very dry.

Imagine if you strolled into a shop just to take a look and the owner came marching up and said, "Can you buy something because I put a lot of hours and a lot of thought into stacking these shelves, in case you didn't know."

Latest dispatch makes for grim reading.

Small-town Paris. Now that the Wifi is fixed my Parisian garret is the perfect place to have landed for these two months and rather the place I have always romanticized in my fantasies about living in here, and I envisioned. It feels manifested as does so much of this new chapter in my life. “It has great vibes in there,” Vik my landlord/Airbnb host messaged me yesterday when I told her how conducive it is to writing and how much I love it - even the monthly price was $1111 when I found it, another great sign and I live my life by signs as does Vik, I think. I have a private entrance and private bathroom with a shower with amazing pressure and oodles of really hot water to luxuriate in once I move my suitcases out of the stall where I store them. One of the best things about the place other than Vic’s aesthetics, which are as chic as she is. It is a beautiful little spot and aesthetics even on a budget are important to me. I am trying to keep my rent to $1000 a month or less but this was close enough as I give myself some tiny leeway. I am living a grander life now but a much, much cheaper one. It kind of amazes me how tight my budget is and how grand my life has become parallel to it and even the former being the reason and basis for the latter. It is all about balance in so many ways I am discovering more deeply each day. I am even fine with cooking like this - I had sautéed salmon and mushrooms and spinach again last night - and then using my toilet top as a kitchen counter and my bathroom lavatory as my kitchen sink to wash dishes. That is all just part of the Parisian romance of the place. In fact, I have only eaten out for dinner once and that was an omelette that wasn’t as good as the ones I make on this hot plate. I might be the only person who has come to Paris for two months to lose weight. I have already lost about five pounds. Maybe that is the book i should be writing: How to Lose Weight in Paris on $15 a Day.

That’s a coded grift/plea for alms. The “I’m really really, writing honest” in my inspirational garret and am so poor I can’t even eat out and am losing weight. Surely some Facebook fraus will pony up for Pret gift cards or le Big Mac?

"using my toilet top as a kitchen counter"

Disgusting.

Yeah 🤮

Washing his dishes in the bathroom sink. The same place he brushes his……oh I forgot. He has no teeth. THANKS METH!

Oh, he went to a cafe to read James Baldwin and began to weep. WHAT A FUCKING QUEEN!

If I were in his shoes at his age I would weep everyday.

R39 Since it was also raining at the time, Paris was actually weeping WITH him!

There used to be an English speaking AA meeting at the "English Church" (Anglican) Sessie! Maybe the thousandth time will be the charm!

Liver spots are so chic!

Now likening himself to Yul Brynner for the thousandth time.

Sesshie y'aint no Yul!

Goes all the way to Paris....and eats at Joe Allen.

This is all distraction. He's going to hit rock bottom in the garden shed in Santa Fe. These locations seems to be very significant to him but he is accomplishing nothing.

Meanwhile we are all grown ups and Paris and London have no romantic or artistic pull anymore, especially when connected to a dirty empty miserable old man. So he's not impressing anyone, and when he realises he hasn't impressed himself, rather pursued a meaningless boondoggle, he will implode.

A rube in Paris is still a rube.

🎶he was a free piece of shit in Paris, he was unfettered and near death …🎵

I know I’ve posted this before, but I find it uproarious.

"Tuesday’s seem to be Violetta’s day to clean. She asked that I be out today so she could do a better job. It was hard for her to clean around me last time. That is how small the space is - Perfect for one but two is a crowd. I was already out and about when Vik contacted me to ask me for her. I like people who take pride in their work."

1) Why would he not leave the room and pop to Pret when she was trying to clean the first time? Disrespectful. 2) She phoned the landlady to tell her to tell him to not be there, and he thinks that that is charming. She shouldn't have had to do that! She clearly feels awkward. 3) Why would anyone post this?

His writing stye is so cliched.

Reductive fag doing reductive things.

Oh dear

"Remember my hallway neighbor Carlos from the other day, the young man who had just graduated from college and has a new job in data science here? This morning I was about to exit the building's big front door when I heard my name called from behind me in the courtyard and it was Carlos about to head off to work so we had a little walk to the corner again and got acquainted a bit more. He told me he was from Colombia and I mentioned that Regina my immediate neighbor is a student here from Mexico. He had not met her yet so yet again I was playing my conduit connector role in life.

He asked what I'd been doing so I explained that I was a culture vulture and had been going to a lot of opera and dance. "Whatever you are doing, you are enjoying Paris more than I am now that I am working" he said. Ahh .. those first years of growing into one's adulthood ...

Carlos then told me that he had told his father about me and about our initial conversation and my telling him I am a writer. "My father is much more into literature than I am," he said. "He is very into culture like you. He loves American writers. When I told him your name he told me that you were a well-known writer and that I should hang out with you."

I felt as if having his father's seal of approval that I could say this: "Great. We'll hang out."

I might ask him to a dance concert. I did make him laugh when I said, "Colombia is the preppie country in South America. Everyone I meet from there is a preppie." He didn't deny it though.

When I settled into my seat at Pret to have my morning coffee and cinnamon bun, I thought about his father telling him to hang out with me because I was a writer he recognized. I'll admit I'm charmed by Carlos but also feel an even bigger responsibility to live up to being the writer I am perceived to be. Another message from the universe from a charming messenger.

I then went online to find these photos of me doing a reading and a signing for my second memoir I Left It on the Mountain at Book Soup in Los Angeles to illustrate this post and discovered they were taken during this same week - on March 17th - in 2015. I had no idea and indeed had not looked them up in years, maybe even since it happened. Someone from Getty thought it worth covering, I guess. The book did go on to make the Celebrity Bestseller List at the NY Times when it had such a thing. Photos are by Unique Nicole.

I am going home to transcribe an interview I did with Frances Barber, one of Britains greatest actresses and most infamous and beloved wits, for my SES/SUMS IT UP column and plan to write a weekend one about WHY I LOVE THE FRENCH. But next week, is a buckle-down week for getting some real work done and progress made on this next book I want to write about this chapter in my life. Thank you, Carlos and your father, for making me realize even more deeply the first thing this morning that is who and what I am: a writer. It was a gift.

Onward."

Carlos you in danger gurl

Did he make all that shit up about the father?

I think I'll invite Carlos up to my garret and present him with my messhy pusshy

"realize even more deeply the first thing this morning that is who and what I am: a writer. It was a gift."

I read that last line too quickly and thought it said 'a writer. It is a grift'.

Thank god the pushing 70 yo man figured out who he is.

Every time I read something he wrote on these threads, I can't help but think it is parody. How the fuck did this man ever make a living as a writer? Doom in LA and Howard Moss, on the other hand, write beautifully!

Colombia is the preppie country....drug money.

Preppie to the extent of flying to Miami and plundering the Ralph Lauren shops thanks to all that drug money, perhaps?

When he was in high school 20 years ago, a Juban friend worked selling Polo to Latin American visitors, Colombians primarily as they had the most money. He said $20,000 sales (to one customer) on a Saturday afternoon weren’t routine, but that they weren’t extraordinary, either.

If this isn’t the ramblings of a drug user, I don’t know what is…

“I got lost yesterday on my walk but part of setting out with no agenda just to walk is often getting lost. What I have learned - what I continued to learn as the rain stopped and the light where there is no light tapped me on the shoulder to suggest I turn and face it - is that we always find our way back. Instead of panicking when not knowing really where I am, I now calmly just keep walking to where I am going. It so far always works out. My lost face no longer looks lost because I have stopped looking for the mapped out way.”

Well, when you have run away from your responsibilities and have no where to really go, you're not really lost or in any hurry to get to, um, nowhere...quite profound! eye-roll-supreme...

Even when there is no light there is light. What the fuck does that even mean?

R61. It means your meth torch is out of fuel

I don't if if it's already been discussed already, but how does he visa to live months on end in Europe?

Americans can only stay for 3 months in the EU. And then be away from the EU for 3 months in order to go back again.

So how is he doing it?

And if you overstay your visa you can be banned from entering the EU for years.

^ should read: "...how does he have a visa to live months on end in Europe?"

R63: U.S. passport holders can stay up to 3 months (90 days) in the EU and then may not re-enter any EU country for the next 90 days, on a floating calendar. However, U.S.passport holders can stay in the UK for six-months, after which it is a little vague when they are free to re-enter. Having evidence of financial self-sufficiency is one test that is often performed for people who come back soon enough to draw some suspicion.

R51. Countdown to Sessums “forgetting” to close his door all the way, hoping in vain to show Carlos his ancient, stretched out, shithole, in 3…2…1.

Has he indicated how old Carlos is? I knew there would be a Parisian version of that ginger twink he was courting in London.

Come on up and see me sometime Carlos, I'll make you one of my omelettes on my hotplate, with food I've prepared on the toilet seat. Then I'll slip into my negligee and you can see my punched lasagne asshole.

Who could resist THAT

Carlos, what's Castellano for ' I NEED TO GET FUCKED RIGHT NOW'

R67 Fresh outta college so early 20s I'd guess

I can’t believe he uses his toilet seat for preparing food. That he does it at all is just disgusting but why on Earth would he post that? He’s just vile.

Bless her heart.

R65 would love to be in the room when the UK immigration control ask him to prove his financial self-sufficiency. "I'm a writer, I put a lot of hours and hard work into my Substack column....consider subscribing"

Bless her arse

R71. He has no barometer of what’s appropriate. It’s why he was drummed out of Hudson. No one wanted him to eyefuck the men in town with his legs splayed open and lizard tongue darting wildly about BUT YET SHE PERSISTED!!

Je need to get fucked TOUT SUITE

Carlos doesn't exist.

R77 Violetta does exist, though, and she hates Sesshie with the fire of a thousand suns.

R78. I also believe the landlady hates him. She puts on a brave face when he shoves his phone at her to take her pic. You can tell she’s SEETHING. Can’t say I blame her. Lord knows I’m sure he corners her and begins his exhaustive drone….THANK GOD she travels!!

Thank Goddess you mean

he’s eating another dinner of scrambled eggs, blue cheese, a croissant and a few nuts. I can’t IMAGINE what he’s gonna do in New Mexico…(aside from trying to sponge off of Ali Macgraw)…I bet he starts foraging for berries and twigs and becomes a proud prairie woman. As far as culture, well, who knows? Maybe he’ll find a high school production of “PIPPIN” to go to…🤷🏻‍♂️

Or, he can just go fuck himself.

Piñón nuts, R81, piñón nuts.

Lots of piñón nuts in NM. He won't starve.

There’s the Santa Fe Opera. Plenty of high end arts stuff. And he will attend the open lectures at St John’s College and hang out in the coffee shop harassing students and professors until he’s banned from campus.

R83. But he doesn’t know how to drive…

Why does he insist on the narrative he's 'a writer'? To convince himself, and others, that he's not just another fag who spends all their time on Grindr or in saunas.

I doubt our American Jean Genet is spending time in saunas. He certainly wouldn't get any action.

Ah, I love how this sad-sack tries to chime in with labor strikes/issues. Maybe perform a job that is ‘labor’ Sesshie? Be one of the barista’s that you ogle so much and pay down the debt you owe the American people. You’re no better than a non-tax paying Trump, cunt.

He throws in lots of standard progressive talking points to make hims seem “sympathetic”. Common con or grifter tactic.

How many nights in a row can (or should) someone eat blue cheese and baguettes? His meals are akin to what other people consider an hors d'oeuvre served at a book club.

Its not a bad start for a light supper, but he should add some vegetables/fruits. Get some terrine or pate or sliced ham.

Yes, R90. But every night?

It's all that will fit on my toilet seat

He's now opining about domestic French politics and showcasing just how gritty Paris is because of a burned out car and some piles of trash on the streets. Living on the mean streets is our Kev

He's now calling Marianne Williamson a con artist.

Takes one to know one.

His Paris 'adventure' is seriously like watching paint dry. Sad that someone that lived there 20-years ago has barely a grasp of the language. Parisians are not fond of this type of person. Onward!

Marianne Williamson has done so much for the hiv/aids community, Sessums should hang his head in shame. HOW DARE HE!! This ugly toad wrote two stupid books, got fired from three jobs in rapid succession, used meth intravenously, and begged for money for a dead dog to the tune of 12k. He’s really a piece of shit. The absolute nerve.

I am looking forward to the New Mexico shed chapter of this riveting sojourn. Maybe it will all end there.

She found her beloved Pret egg box and is positively thrilled.

Eww!

Kevin, pictures of your Prat box are unnecessary.

Do you know when it's endearing or even marginally acceptable to refer to oneself as 'Daddy'?

Never.

And never in an eternity for Mr. S.

There are at least a hundred savoury soft French items he could pick up in the shops and manage to gum down. Why is he even in Paris?

R101 pilgrimage

[quote]Why is he even in Paris?

Because he is a flâneur!

Because he is the Proust of our age!

Given gratitude that you are alive to witness it.

Peeping Tom strikes again

Perpetuating every negative stereotype about gay men.

His messhy pusshy was quivering

"Protein box." What a deliciously, delightfully, smalltown-Paris-y, sexy name for an attractive man. It evokes such erotic imagery.

Is he referring to the box that spurts out protein or the box that extrudes solid protein? Or is he just saying that this person is a hunk of protein like a side of beef waiting to be consumed? Oh, I just can't decide which interpretation is sexiest! #SMALLTOWNPARIS #OLDPERVERT #CREEPER

All I see is a very modest, random Rebu type, hardly worth a second look.

The ‘protein box’ comment was completely inappropriate and quite creepy. Of course, anyone that would call a narcissist like him out on something like that would immediately be quoined a ‘square’ or ‘not cool.’ In classic narcissist fashion, he would easily call someone out on this type of behavior. He truly is a piece of work.

Is Jeff possibly a vampire?

Who is Jeff?

Sesshie go have a wank

Oh Jeff must have been my dementia name for Kevin. 😵‍💫. I did create the thread so I'm not always an idiot.

Another kind of protein box…..

"Another kind of protein box….."

Sessums, the Henry James of the bathhouses.

He is SO vile, it didn’t take him long to revert back to his disgusting creeper behavior. He actually believes people are looking at him and he feels “seen”…he feels a stirring in his wrinkled loins, and when granny gets all revved up….WATCH OUT!! This will most definitely lead to another meth binge and a host of new medical problems, I’m sure. She’s been running on fumes for years. Well, it sure beats being found naked and dead in a garden shed in New Mexico with a corn cob shoved up your ass! ONWARD!!

This thread is everything.

Here is the post itself. It’s so ludicrous it must be read to be believed. He needs to STOP abbreviating words like “Sat’dy”, STOP calling himself “Daddy” (as mentioned in a previous post), and STOP posting his revolting “hot plate” creations. This cunt eats so many eggs he may as well lay one. At least he has no oven to bake his catshit “pahs”. Paris has enough garbage on the streets.

Small-town Paris. Daddy settin’ out on a Sat’dy to flaneur, that fancy-ass word they have here for walking around and getting lost and finding out you were going where you were going all along. Plus, I have felt unseen and even sorta old and ugly for a long time it seems, and here I feel seen. I am old - that I am - but I no longer feel ugly. I feel checked out by men and women of all ages and proclivities. Affirmed if I myself am not as firm as I once was. Maybe it is just the Paris light. We all look better in it. It is not about sex to me. That is a surprise now if it happens and I have not been surprised since I arrived in London in November. It is about the possibility embedded in feeling seen. I have missed the feeling of possibility, the intimacy of that which can lead to … well I am not sure what it can lead to but I am willing to be led.

"It is not about sex to me"

Yes it is. Everything he writes, alludes in some way to sex.

He's in Paris cruising his tired old ass, but the French have no interested in an ageing, dime-store O. Henry.

If anyone is checking him out it’s likely because he has toilet paper stuck to his shoe or his last tooth fell out.

OMG R188: I thought that post was another parody. But I went to his Facebook and see that it's the real thing!!! God almighty.

"Affirmed if I myself am not as firm as I once was."

And the world is a circle without a beginning and nobody knows where it really ends... tra-la-laaa!

[quote]Daddy settin’ out on a Sat’dy to flaneur, that fancy-ass word they have here for walking around

Oh, for fuck's sake, what a clown. "Flâneur" is a noun, as anyone with even a glancing knowledge of French would realize by its form. He means he is setting off "pour flâner," to stroll.

And he forgot the circumflex accent.

He'd look less like an ass if he stuck to a language he knows, but I hope he never figures that out. It's too much fun to watch the trainwreck.

There don’t seem to be as many free tickets to plays and things in Paris for her.

"Bonjour. Je pense que vous êtes une boîte à protéines. Voudrais-tu du gâteau?"

It’s pretty obvious why she confines her Parisian culinary adventures to American and British chains like Pret and Joe Allen and Starbucks:

Elle ne parle pas français.

He doesn’t seem to grasp that Parisians will stare at you if you’re hot OR if you’re stupendously ugly and/or poorly dressed. Their RBFs give no clue about *why* they’re staring.

Dumb bitch doesn’t even know that the verb is “flâner.” A flâneur is someone who engages in that activity. So to say “Daddy is settin’ out to flaneur” is monumentally moronic.

He can't even manage menu French? Idiot.

R124 ....Oui, c’est ma spécialité! Gâteau à l’huile d’olive -- avec un soupçon de poil de chat. Miaaaaaaaooouuuuu! [makes limp-wristed cat-clawing gestures at unfortunate stranger]

What on earth did this guy do to Datalounge?

What kind of monumentally stupid gagging goes to PARIS FUCKING FRANCE and eats at chain restaurants?!

R131. That’s the riddle of the sphinx!! I have to agree with others who believe his dyke sister or some lonely Facebook frau set him up with a gift card that perhaps they can add money to online? Who the hell knows. I do know that he has an infected tooth that gave him trouble in London, and he chose to immerse himself in theater instead of getting it looked at. I don’t recall the particulars but he has a history of waiting til the last minute to attend to his decaying meth mouth. “He called in a favor” last time and some swanky Park Avenue dentist had the gross displeasure of looking into his fetid sewermouth one early Sunday morning. He promised to “pay it forward”, but he never does. What could he possibly offer anyone? A night of lurid shitsex? The mind reels. He’s clearly a “taker”, and he does freely WITH BOTH HANDS. This is nothing new, but each example is more incredulous than the last. Stay tuned…New Mexico is right around the corner… let’s place bets to see how long it takes for him to annoy the flaming shit out of Ali McGraw.

I only wish I were there so I could say to her, calmly but firmly: “Ferme ta gueule, putain de salope.”

This cunt actually ate at McDonalds tonight. He had a Croque Monsieur and some frites. I bet he never felt more McFrench in his life! Well, he deserves a break today! All those smelly oeuf farts were stinking up his garrett, and tomorrow the cleaning lady comes. I hope she brought her Lysol!! Between those paint peeling gassy egg bombs, and his rotting meth mouth full of decay, she should also bring a gas mask!! But tonight, he immersed himself in more culture, inserted himself into a private conversation on the train, and ate at fucking McDonalds. It really never ends with this sack of hot garbage…but as Le Ronald would say….”I’m lovin’ it!”

I love how he can't perform any simple act of decency (like offering his arm to an old frau on the train) without reporting on it in great detail on FB like he is some sort of selfless, modern-day saint! Zero self-awareness.

R135. Oh, you hit the nail on the head. He’s SO self-absorbed, it’s fucking nauseating. It’s really why he gets dragged on the daily. That, and the history of grifting, using animals as props, to curry favor and garner sympathy. He’s simply shameless, which is somewhat unusual among junkies. This queen takes the cake. The cat hair & orange olive oil cake.

In 2019 we were in Paris for two weeks. We both used Babbel for a few months before the trip to familiarize ourselves with the language. It was incredibly helpful and we both have grueling full-time careers, but we made the time. We also decided we would 'Paris by bistro' for the entire trip. Not only could we order without too many raised eyebrows at these charming places, we were able to actually save money on our food budget doing it that way. No Le Big Mac for us. For someone that quoins himself an 'artist,' he is so not so with traveling. The 8th Arrondissement is also a very cliche and touristy section to stay in. The 17th would have been my choice, and as a 'writer' he would have been immersed in a truly Parisian neighborhood with more color to write about and not bore his frau Facebook followers to death. But try to tell a narcissist like him any different and I'm sure you would get an earful...they always know what's best, even when they are in the midst of a huge flail as he seems to be now (no matter how much she tries to cover that up...it is painfully obvious to most observers).

My coeur de fils is breaking anew!

I'm sympathetic to his struggles -- and it is a struggle -- as he's gone from being in a world where he had sex with Tom Ford to a very challenging existence. But when he starts to opine on Macron's attempt to stop state employees being able to retire at 62, I just think: pay your US taxes first, if you want any moral high ground.

Bitch is eating at McDonald’s in France. Quelle douchebag !

My fun thread will be a goner soon. Onward!

I’m sure he fancies himself a latter-day Proust or Foucault. But they would chew him up and spit him out. C’est qui cette vieille connasse ?

He’s proudly posting pics of his caved in face modeling the women’s clothes he bought in London. He looks INSANE. The French people have enough to deal with these days without Princess OeufEater begging them to snap his pic. It must be so jarring to have this decrepit hag up in your face with her shitbreath asking for a pic in broken french! Onward!!

pic please

bonne nuit from Princess OeufEater with a blown out asshole that looks like a punched lasagna.

Now Sessie wants to buy a new trench coat. Of course all his minions on fb think he should get it!! #YOLO!! I think he looks like a demonic toad in it. God forbid he takes the money he spends on women’s clothing and go see a dentist. But that would mean telling the truth, and he’d much rather risk sepsis than explain his crumbling meth mouth. How sad.

Bejesus, he's not doing that coquettish thing of: Should I? Dare I? It's so naughty of me to want another trench - but I need to be seen!

How disgustingly sad.

LOL. He posted that he just woke up and is still thinking about the Hugo Boss leather ladies size 6 petite trench coat, and is considering buying it and asking his poor embattled landlady to hold it for him there. He can get it from her next year if she'll rent to him "off the books" during the Olympics. Clear your summer 2024 schedules, ladies. Sesshie's going to the Olympics and he's gonna medal in the methy old coot competition!

My favorite comment on his FB post: "The silhouette isn’t very flattering. Save your money."

I thought I should post on this thread so I can boast to people that I was the second ever person to post on one of the Sessums threads.

Jesus he is insufferable

She's going to the dentist. That should be fun.

I'm rereading this cause reasons. I keep waiting for Sessie to be redeemed on his deathbed like the character here. Sessie is possessed.

Does he have literally ANY other pair of pants?!

Miss Didion is not amused.

The b&w pics filters-out all the hideous liver spots on his melon-like head. That and/or considerable distance help.