Pour Me Life. Unsolicited Toasts

A podcast, a book, and a poetic act of resistance.
Three seasons. Three perspectives on blood — poured in love, in justice, in lineage.
For those who’ve lost their faith, or never had it.
For those who keep raising a glass, even when it’s empty.
English episodes are being recorded now, and will be released soon — voice by voice, glass by glass.
Below link to Italian version.
This Matters
Pour Me Life is not about drinking.
It’s about disobedient rituals.
It’s about naming what wounds us — and choosing how to live with it.
It matters because there’s a kind of spirituality that doesn’t need permission.
And a kind of politics that starts from the body.
Because we toast even when there’s nothing to celebrate.
Because what we don’t say finds its way into a glass.
Because blood, like stories, refuses to stay in place.
This podcast is a resistance act in soft voice.
A cracked chalice held up anyway.
Not to forget. Not to fix.
To remain human.
Together.
Season 1 – Unsolicited Theological Toasts
Unsolicited Theological Toasts
Mysticism of the everyday | Lay Eucharist | Sacred profanities
Tone: Intimate, disarming, sensual
- 🩸 The Blood of Women
Liturgical bodies. Women who pour out life. - 🩸 Di-wine Friday
Passion, spilled blood, and the daughters of Jerusalem. - 🩸 The Wine Has Vanished
Things we removed from Mass — and no one noticed. - 🩸 The Vanished Blood
On wounded bodies we no longer see, and our discomfort when they still bleed. - 🩸 The Blood That Excludes
On rejected bodies, unforgiven wounds, and grace afraid to stain its white robe. - 🩸 The Blood of Union
Marriage, sexuality, and the joy we’ve spiritualized out of existence. - 🩸 The Wine That Dare Not Speak Its Name
Body, pleasure, and consecration. - 🩸 Families of Wine-Blood
The kind of blood we choose. - 🩸 No Blood Left
Of those who are gone, and those who still hold a glass. - 🩸 Sunday. Easter Breakfast
When the Risen One enters flesh and cooks up faith. - 🩸 They Spoke in Different Languages
Voices of women, fused in the same fire. - 🩸 Toast
A glass raised, even if it wasn’t asked for.
Season 2 – Unsolicited Political Toasts
Unsolicited Political Toasts
Tired bodies | Exhausted rights | Radical hospitality
Tone: Angry, aching, stubborn
- 🩸 The Celebration That No Longer Happens – Intro
An introduction to the feast that is no longer celebrated, and to what still asks to be remembered. - 🩸 Blood of Freedom (April 25)
On political martyrs, on the courage to remain faithful to conscience, and on a humanity that refuses to obey evil. - 🩸 Blood of Labor (May 1)
On forgotten women, on the passion that moves the world, and on work as the ground where the future is built. - 🩸 For the Nation and the Blood (June 2)
The public sphere, and the permanent tension between identity and freedom. - 🩸 The Sea, the Bonfires, and Barefoot Dances (August 15)
Money never had in our pockets, loud laughter, bodies alive in the heat of summer. - FOCUS – From the Book of Haggai. Rebuilding the common house.
- 🩸 The Dead, the Saints, and the Madonnas (November 2 – December 8)
As in heaven, so on earth. Blood that is given is never lost. - Unrequested Theological Greetings! Di-wine Christmas (December 25)
That child is already bread and already wine. And so this year, an unrequested but truly di-wine wish for each of you. - 🩸 Balances, Toasts, and Bubbles. With No Winners
New Year’s Eve, failed organizations, and futures still waiting to be imagined. - 🩸 Blood Rights (March 8)
Half of the world that can never stop being alert, never stop defending its own existence. - 🩸 Same Blood. Or Not? (April 2 – World Autism Day)
Differences flow beneath the same skin. - 🩸 The Angel and the Monday Holidays (Easter Monday)
Even Monday can be a day of celebration. Every Monday. - 🩸 Blood and Relatives (Commanded Celebrations)
Ius sanguinis, ius soli… or ius chosen? - 🩸 The Last Glass. It’s Always Carnival
One last sip, between memory and hope. Because the celebration is us — and we are always masked.
Season 3 – Unsolicited Genealogical Toasts
Unsolicited Genealogical Toasts
Interrupted mothers | Absent fathers | Off-script children
Tone: Raw, familiar, messy
Titles coming soon.
The names of the women who poured life into me: Nonna Francesca, Nonna Giovanna, Zia Franca, Maria Rosaria, Maria Anna, Suor Bruna, Pippi, Soledad. A final tribute to Michela.
The Ritual of the Toast
Every episode ends with a toast.
Disjointed. Ironic. Sometimes silent.
Not to celebrate.
But to name.
Because even silence, sometimes, needs a glass.
Drink responsibly. Or better: live responsibly.
Pour Me Life is not an invitation to drink.
It’s a call to free ourselves from everything that makes us addicted, dependent, or toxic — especially the things that pretend not to be.
Who’s behind this?
I’m Dr. Lucia Giammarinaro.
Psychologist. Systemic thinker. Threshold dweller.