Confessions is a recurring event in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 30 times across 30 issues between May 19, 2024 and November 05, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "It's too late to go to Confessions after dinner but my friends say it's fun"; "Last Sunday's Confessions was fun! The next Confessions will be this Sunday, June 30"; "Confessions will be hosted at KGB". It most often appears alongside KGB, New York, Cassidy Grady.
- Article page
- Confessions
- Mention count
- 30
- Issue count
- 30
- First seen
- May 19, 2024
- Last seen
- November 05, 2025
- Instagram handle
- @confessions.nyc
Outbound links
- https://bookshop.org/p/books/the-confessions-david-meconi/6702064?ean=9781586176839&next=t
- https://confessionsmag.substack.com/?utm_source=global-search
- https://www.imdb.com/title/tt32365707/
- https://www.instagram.com/confessions.nyc/
- https://www.instagram.com/confessions.nyc/?locale=English&hl=en
Issue trail
- COLLECTED AGENDA #1
- COLLECTED AGENDA #4
- COLLECTED AGENDA #6
- COLLECTED AGENDA #7
- COLLECTED AGENDA #8
- Statues Of Critics.
- I wish I had more to say about fashion week.
- Ways to be sincere.
- Everything I Wanted
- Counterculture in America
- kind of a dud socially
- January continues
- Burn my diaries
- My lame blog
- My Glass House
- Rules for Clarity
- Live Diary.
- Santa Teresa
- mutually assured destruction
- Total Nightmare Policy
- generative and godly secrets
- Bad Luck Spot
- Things I do like here
- Coffeeshop Gossip
- Do you find everything interesting? Have you ever been bored? Was your last emotion in 2015?
- Early August
- Arrowhead expert
- Perfect Little Life
- Apocalyptic Ideation
- Fever Dreams
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Source context
At the gym taking deep breaths to collect myself. Later, going to Bensonhurst, Brighton Beach, Little Russia in Brooklyn. Attractions are: St Petersburg's Gifts to buy good tee shirts, Cafe Euroasia to buy carrot salad and manti, and Outback Steakhouse because you can get a lobster AND ribeye for nineteen dollars. Outback Steakhouse is too full for mother’s day - we can’t get in. I like Little Russia but I hate Outback Steakhouse. Thrilled to leave. Disassociate so much on the train back. Go to Cowgirl in the West Village for dinner. It’s too late to go to Confessions after dinner but my friends say it’s fun. It’s not too late to open the window in the bathroom and sit on the floor and call my mom for so many minutes.
Last Sunday’s Confessions was fun! The next Confessions will be this Sunday, June 30 - list of readers forthcoming.
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Sunday, July 28 at 7pm - Confessions will be hosted at KGB. Sunday’s are objectively the best night of the week at KGB, and there’s a very good lineup of readers - Cassidy, Annabel Boardman, Ben Dreith, Christian Cail, Calla Selicious, Genevieve Goffman, and Madeline Cash.
Inline links: Confessions, KGB, Cassidy, Annabel Boardman, Ben Dreith, Christian Cail, Calla Selicious, Genevieve Goffman, Madeline Cash
Sunday, August 25 – Confessions is back at KGB, with a forthcoming lineup, and the rumored attendance of some Hollywood producers.
Inline links: Confessions, KGB
Sunday, August 25 – A major Confessions at KGB with readings from Christian Lorentzen, Zack Graham, Megan Nolan, Jo Rosenthal, Cassidy Grady, Annabel Boardman, and Jonah Howell.
Inline links: Confessions, KGB, Zack Graham, Megan Nolan, Jo Rosenthal, Cassidy Grady, Annabel Boardman, Jonah Howell
WHAT I DID Thanks for reading Chloe Pingeon's Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Monday, September 2 I’ve been freelancing this summer, going back to school for a degree in cultural criticism. I'm hesitant to share any of this, I’m hesitant to share any purpose I have in mind for myself. I would like to tell people I spend my time lying listless in the sun. I tell a friend I’m getting my master’s in cultural criticism and he rolls his eyes. God, people like you need to be put out of your misery, he says. He’s a crude man, prone to social faux pas often intentional and sometimes not, and so I don’t take the thinly veiled death threat personally. I do balk in the face of the fact that I worry he might be right. I’ve been suspecting this for a while, actually. There’s a neurosis in my specific brand of ambition that turns it sordid when given too much thought. There’s a vulgarity in anything that too smugly equates fact and opinion. There’s a vulgarity in voyeurism. They don’t build statues of critics. Etc, etc, etc. I go to dinner late at The Knickerbocker. It’s my favorite restaurant, a better restaurant in winter, but my favorite nonetheless. Fall is in the air. You can really feel it here, where everything is dark wood and heavy steaks. I’m so sick of talking about the seasons. I woke up unhappy, but by evening everything is good. Tuesday, September 3 Evening, I’m at VERA’s panel on alternative art spaces at GONZO’S. Conor is moderating, and the alternative gallerists are talking about their alternative galleries. I’m familiar with most of the speakers, but there was only one seat left when I arrived, a bench in the corner and I probably shouldn’t have taken it but I did. From my corner, I can’t see the panel, but enjoy the anonymity afforded only to me. I can hear perfectly, but I have no idea who’s talking. The crux of the conversation centers around the morality and the logistics of these alternative spaces. Given my usual sensibilities, I am surprised that I am most interested in the economics of it all. A commercial gallery can be more interesting than a museum now, because a museum is beholden to its institutional backing. A commercial gallery is beholden only to the market, which has broader interests than a tastemaker on the board of the Guggenheim. An alternative gallery is beholden to… the artist, a different market, the same market but they’re a bit less beholden? A crime reporter turned Artnet reporter poses the question after the panel- besides a difference in commercial scale, how is an alternative gallery different from a blue chip gallery? He’s met with a slew of solid responses; different in the work they show, in the degree of risk taken on emerging artists, in the literal space they operate out of, which might be entirely unconducive to sales and profit. Afterwards, I try to smoke a cigarette on the Gonzo’s balcony and I’m asked to go outside. I go to a bar, I’m not drinking tonight, my friends go home and so do I. When I tell my boyfriend about the reporter's question, he rolls his eyes. Alt is a word you use to make obscure things relevant, he says. If you’re alt till you die, then you just never really made it. In the case of the artist, I think his point is often true. For a gallery, though, the things on the edges are always changing. Technically, one could champion the periphery forever, although longevity matters less with these things. Technically, too, everything one touched could turn to gold. Wednesday, September 4 Every gallery on Henry Street is having an opening tonight. I get there on the late side but it’s still like a block party outside, like Time Again this summer, like these are all the tiniest galleries in the world so there’s a few people milling inside but mostly everyone is on the street. In terms of the work, I like the Laurie Simmons show by far the best, but that isn’t really the point. There’s probably something to be said here about alternative galleries and about how these openings are actually fun and about how the crowds from each space here are spilling into each other and overlapping, but I can’t think of a point that’s not painfully obvious. These openings are actually fun. That’s kind of the thesis. Thursday, September 5 I’m reading at Confessions on Sunday. I write myself some prompts: I AM OVERFLOWING WITH GRATITUDE
As a newly declared patron of Confessions, I’m particularly excited that the Sunday night reading and parties series will return for the second week in a row — from 7pm at KGB. Readings from Maxine Beiny, Christian Cail, Sammy Friedman, Chris Gabriel, Bijan Stephen, Beckett Rosset, Stephania Vazquez, Madison Brading, Cassidy Grady, and Annabel Boardman. This Confessions takes inspiration from the Citizen App, with stories that take notifications, and imagine what the hell happened.
Sunday, September 22 at 7pm — Confessions is back for the third week in a row! Readings from Matilda Berke, Terry Nguyen, Gordon Glasgow, Catie Fronzak, Lucian Wintrich, Magdalene Taylor, Annabel Boardman, and Cassidy Grady.
Inline links: Matilda Berke, Terry Nguyen, Gordon Glasgow, Lucian Wintrich, Magdalene Taylor, Annabel Boardman, Cassidy Grady
Sunday, October 6 from 7pm — Confessions is back at KGB. Readings by Zack Graham, Cassidy Grady, Annabel Boardman, Austin Fickle, Sophie Dess, Catie Fronczack, Ruby Sutton, and Dull.
Inline links: Confessions, KGB, Zack Graham, Cassidy Grady, Annabel Boardman, Catie Fronczack, Ruby Sutton, Dull
After, head to Sovereign House for the Halloween Masquerade edition Confessions. Readings by Abigail Yaga, Miami Mike, Christian Gail, Sam Forster, Cassidy, and Annabel.
Confessions (duh) at KGB from 7pm — Readings and performances by Aimee Armstrong, Conor Hall, Bijan Stephen, Annabel Boardman, Peter Vack, Carrigan Miller, Cassidy Grady, and Daniel Fishkin.
Inline links: Aimee Armstrong, Bijan Stephen, Annabel Boardman, Peter Vack, Carrigan Miller, Cassidy Grady
“Sunday night without Confessions didn’t quite feel right.” – Back this Sunday in the KGB Theater.
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From 2pm — There’s a Holiday Market at Sovereign House. Ft Elena Velez, Confessions NYC, a group closet sale, and much more. Christmas Caroling to follow at 7pm.
From 7pm at KGB — Confessions is back, New Regime addition + tribute performances for David Lynch. Readings by Cassidy and Annabel, plus Jonah Howell, Christian Cail, Paul Iaacono, and Page Garcia.
Inline links: Confessions, Cassidy, Annabel, Jonah Howell, Christian Cail, Paul Iaacono, Page Garcia
The chalky pavement has turned to ice in the afternoon. Walking under the Washington Square arch on the way to Tibet House and its icier than ever. The ground is all glazed over. It’s the latest installment of the Arden Wohl’s reading series at Tibet House; Inauguration Edition this time. Madelyn is wearing a pink sweatshirt when I get there. Madelyn is telling me about knowing your own mind. Alex Auder reads about cock sucking and brings up a friend to read with her who enjoys the act, because she doesn't "I feel demeaned when I suck dick. I feel demeaned when I teach yoga," she says. She reads a story about a life in servitude to someone famous who reminds her of Donald Trump. Tonight is a night where as soon as I have one glass of wine, I wish I didn’t. The haze sets in, and I want it to clear. Beckett arrives. The readings are mostly good, but I’m jittery. I sit in the lobby and I eat some grapes and cheese, replace the wine with water. “Over the years I noticed from my overlord that peasants were increasingly behaving like they were nobles,” Alex Auder is saying, when I return. “There are more cameras than there are people in the world,” Gideon Jacobs is reading, later. I can’t stop drifting in and out of the room. I’m worried about some things, about some people. I get like this sometimes, and I wish I could get it to stop. I go to the bathroom and I return again, to a reading about Courtney Love. “She used to do water ballet and she was getting into the grateful dead.” “She lied a lot and never listened directly but she was a sponge - she takes a word from an incidental periphery and works it into her trope in real time. She’s that fast.” “She said she was born on my birthday; July 1st, but she was born a week later; July 8th” This is my type of lie, I’m thinking. A lie to please. False enchantment. It’s a juvenile compulsion, you mostly outgrow it, and if it was Courtney Love partaking then perhaps it was charming, but my visceral reaction is one of repulsion. Lizzi Bougatsos reads about Gary Indiana. She sits on the floor and she clips her toenails. “We shall mark memory with reverence,” Arden is saying. Beckett is telling me that it’s cool to be at a reading that’s an older crowd, and it is, it’s wine and cheese, there’s no disco party to follow. Beckett introduces me to his acquaintance from Paris. They are talking about Godot and prison sentences. Samuel Beckett gave his Nobel Prize money to a jail org, or was it prisone.org One time, there was a prison break after a performance of Godot. Madelyn is making tape formations on her phone with the other Lacanians. Lacan as separated from psychoanalysis. Lacan as applicable to real life. I’m just gleaning sentences. These ideas aren’t mine. Cigarette outside and then a burger at the orthodox Jewish establishment nearby. We forgot they can only do vegan cheese on burgers here. A lychee martini instead. They’re playing pop music so loud Wednesday, January 23 I hear my neighbors door shut as I’m poised to leave this morning. Decide, instead, to hover in the kitchen. We don't really like each other, my neighbor and I. Nothing was ever said, but there’s an underlying hostility. I have friends over too late, too often. The walls are thin. I'm glad to be waking up at the same time as the rest of the world, though. Sometimes - up all night, becoming manic around five am, this can be nice, but it's usually not. Normal hours. Normal cycles of day and night. The ice has come and smoothed everything over. Too cold to listen to music on my walk to school. I'm peeling off layers in an office, at the gym, the hallway of our apartment is becoming salty and dusted with the chalky snowstorm residue that first coated the surface of everything, and that now is starting to settle. Nothing is volatile. Such placidity, suddenly, but I’m not bored. All the calm in the world. Thank god. It really was about time. And so, you eat two chalky protein pop tarts on the bench at the gym. There are two girls with thick french accents in the locker room parallel to you. "He's a fucking retard, he only calls me at three am and it's only because he wants to sleep with my friends," says one of the girls. She's wearing a sherpa jacket. KHRISJOY, it says, in big red dripping letters. Spray paint imitation. You look it up - $2145 online. It's so ugly, but you're vaguely impressed. Of course you are. You're wearing a Versace sports bra that you bought for a music festival in high school. Absurd. The people watching here is good. The girl is still talking. She's so furious. "And he would be calling to sleep with me, but he knows he can't, fucking retard," she is saying. This version of the narration makes more sense - her rage rooted in something adjacent to jealousy. You gather your things. You gather your tote bags. It's too cold for so many bags. Your hands get numb out there. You're in a humid basement now, but you can't stay here forever. There's an artists talk tonight, but do you have it in you to attend? Cheese and sausage for dinner at home. I forgot about the dishes and I left the sink running for an hour. I’ve never known how to dress for the weather, but that doesn’t mean I mind the extremes. Today - my mother’s gloves, a borrowed Urbit hat from David, a beanie really, it looks insane but it’s too freezing for me to mind. More isn’t always more. More is often so, intolerably, annoying. I don’t want to wear a coat. My books arrive today. Mostly for school, plus one Ruby recommended. I’ll read them all - I’m glad that I have reason to. Salvador - Joan Didion The Company She Keeps - Mary McCarthy The Fire Next Time - James Baldwin Confessions - Saint Augustine The Situation and the Story - Vivian Gornic A Room of One’s Own - Virginia Woolf A Silent Woman - Janet Malcom Are You My Mother - Alison Bechdel The Argonauts - Maggie Nelson The Atrocity Exhibition - J. G. Ballard WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Thursday, January 23 From 6pm - 8pm at 61 Lispenard — Canada NY and Eighth House present Rest and Reprieve: A Window into Creative Solitude. Eighth House is “an interdisciplinary residency for artists and curators located in Central Vermont.” The exhibition serves as a benefit for this very special residency.
Inline links: Tibet House, Alex Auder, Gideon Jacobs, Lizzi Bougatsos, Arden, KHRISJOY, Salvador -, The Company She Keeps, The Fire Next Time, Confessions, The Situation and the Story, A Room of One’s Own, A Silent Woman, Are You My Mother, The Argonauts, The Atrocity Exhibition, Canada NY, Eighth House, Rest and Reprieve: A Window into Creative Solitude.
From 7pm at KGB — A theatrical Confessions is coming to you.
It didn’t feel like Sunday without Confessions — good thing Annabel and Cassidy are back this week.
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From 7pm at KGB Theater — I will be reading something NEW and WEIRD at Confessions!!! I am chagrin to promote anything ELSE tonight, because I really want you all to be there. However, it is, indeed, a busy night. I understand you must pick wisely.
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From 9pm at KGB — Confessions hosts another late night open mic. If you want to read arrive at 9pm, a prompt will be assigned to you and you will have about an hour to write.
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From 8pm at KGB – It’s not a Sunday without Confessions.
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From 4:30pm at Rhizome — HEARTLine hosts a live advice show. “Text your questions and confessions about living in an online art world to 412-256-8055 NOW.”
From 8pm at KGB — I will be reading Travel Stories (all true) (fiction) at Confessions. Flyer and other readers forthcoming.
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From 7pm at KGB Bar — I will be reading at Confessions along with Mara Stoner, Sarah Fradkin, John Padula, Cassidy Grady, Annabel Boardman, and more.
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From 7pm at KGB (Private Curtain) — Cassidy and Annabel presents Confessions. Ft; Josie Girand, John Padulla, Izzy Tanashian August Lamm, Sammy Loren, Nikita Manin Ben Moser, Billy Pedlow, Cassidy Grady, and Annabel Boardman.
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Cassidy and Chloe host Confessions.
From 7pm at KGB — It’s rumored to be a great Confessions this week.
Inline links: KGB, Confessions
From 7pm at KGB Bar — Confessions is back with hosts Cassidy and Chloe. Ft readings by Julia Nightingale, Sam Forster, Neurothicca, Peter Gast, Asher Bentley, and Cassidy Grady.
From 7pm at KGB Red Room — Chloe and Cassidy present a great Confessions lineup - Felix Morelo, Matt Mondanilie, Mara Stoner, Chloe Wheeler, Kate Bolster-Houghton, Dan Baltic, Ed Pankov, and Cassidy Grady.
Inline links: KGB Red Room