Welcome to Filthy Dreams
Well hello there! Welcome to Filthy Dreams, a blog that analyzes culture through a queer lens. Rather than jumping right into new content, we thought it best to introduce ourselves and our aesthetics with our Trash Manifesto
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6 Videos to Help You Burst Into the Summer Like The Shockmaster This Memorial Day Weekend
Well, hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! What’s that? Are you struggling to put in your air conditioning unit? Well, just drop it on someone’s head and get it done with, so you can join us for our major announcement on Twitter Spaces! Just kidding–we may not have changed our website in a decade, but … Continue reading
Nao Bustamante Puts Her Own Spin on Nightlife Memorials in “Brown Disco” at OCDChinatown
All I need is a disco ball. In life and in art. Spotting its sparkling exterior with a cursory glance toward the ceiling at any bar, concert venue, or tchotchke-covered restaurant brings a relieving, comforting sense of home. Similarly, any artwork that includes a mirror ball is immediately a favorite. Just search around this very … Continue reading
Pimply Crackers and Mayo Sammies: King Cobra’s “White Meat” Roasts Whiteness at JTT
Inches upon inches of slopping creamy mayonnaise leak out of a sandwich. These towering tiers of Hellmann’s are slathered in queasy quantity as if splattered on by a particularly enthusiastic deli worker. Oozing drips of the substance fall in layers onto a bed of Astroturf like eggy discharge. This mayo sandwich’s revolting recipe is not … Continue reading
In Defense of a Good Ride or Why I Loved Ari Aster’s “Beau Is Afraid”
“A career-killing film, Ari Aster’s Beau Is Afraid is what happens when studios cede full creative freedom to directors with reckless disregard for audiences outside themselves, Joaquin’s stellar performance goes to waste in this dumpster fire that A24 needs to answer for–0/10,” tweeted Erick Weber. Fellow tweeter Drew Landry disagreed with a twist, “Just saw … Continue reading
A Tribute to the Power and Allure of Camp: ChatGPT Does Filthy Dreams
Earlier this week, our favorite elfin intergalactic musician and role model Grimes offered the Internet a deal in tweet form: “I’ll split 50% royalties on any successful AI generated song that uses my voice. Same deal as I would with any artist I collab with. Feel free to use my voice without penalty. I have … Continue reading
Buck Ellison’s “Little Brother” Gave Me an Erik Prince Fetish (Just Like America’s)
Erik Prince is hot. Yes, I mean that Erik Prince, Blackwater founder, guru of mercenary contractors committing war crimes during the War on Terror largely outside the bounds of human rights laws, and more recently, Trump buddy who allowed Project Veritas goons to scamper all over his Wyoming ranch. The Erik Prince who never met … Continue reading
To Be Ugly: A Conversation on Kristoffer Borgli’s “Sick of Myself”
“Narcissists are the ones who make it,” declares Signe (Kristine Kujath Thorp) at a house party she attends with her budding art star boyfriend Thomas (Eirik Sæther) in Kristoffer Borgli’s Sick of Myself. This statement, tossed off with a cigarette, lays out both Thomas and Signe’s modus operandi, as well as the point of the … Continue reading
Filthy Dreams’ Eggcelent Easter Music Playlist
Bunny bunny bunny You’re so funny with your twitching nose! Bunny bunny bunny You’re so funny from your head to your toes. Bunny bunny bunny Your ears are funny they’re too big for you! Bunny bunny bunny Though you’re funny everyone loves you. Happy Easter morning! He is risen–and has appeared to us adorned with … Continue reading
That’s How the Light Gets In: Lana Del Rey Cracks Open Her Best Album Yet
Every time a paparazzi photograph of Lana Del Rey leaving the mega-church Churchome in Beverly Hills made its way across my Instagram scroll, I rolled my eyes. Not because I was clutching my pearls at Churchome pastor Judah Smith’s previous homophobic comments (unsurprising). Not because it’s also Justin Bieber’s post-Hillsong refuge (who cares). Not even … Continue reading
I Started a Shitstorm or Contemporary Journalism Is Embarrassing
“Why is that a story? No offense…” my cousin James, a nurse in Pittsburgh, asked after I told him that while on the phone I received an interview request from The New York Times, a publication that previously would not touch me or Filthy Dreams with, to quote a Doug Stanhope bit, a barge pole. … Continue reading