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
Latest Entries
Can You Fail a Rorschach Test?: The Response to “You Can See Everything” Proves That You Can
In 2022, when Nathan Fielder’s The Rehearsal debuted on HBO, OpenAI had not yet publicly released ChatGPT. Elon Musk had not yet embedded himself in the highest levels of the federal government so as to dismantle it. AI as an industry had not yet upended job markets, our collective and individual mental health, or the … Continue reading
Filthy Dreams’ Official Tim Curry HALLOWREEN Tribute Music Playlist
13 years ago–yes, lucky number 13!–we here at Filthy Dreams started developing music playlists in preparation for our eventual club opening. Choosing spaces? Securing funding? Not at all on our radar. It always came down to our music playlists: what day was it, which playlist, and where do we go with it? Every day, every … Continue reading
Why Don’t You Take a Picture?: An Elvis Lamp and Other Items I Desperately Need from Paul Reubens’s Big Auction
Oh Looooord, My GOD! When I in awesome wonder…consider all the worlds thy hands have made. Worlds like…this blessed Elvis lamp! I’ll bow in humble adoration to this holy décor! How great thou art! HOW GREAT THOU AAAAAARRRRT!!! Ahem…ok, I may be getting a tad carried away, bloodying my knees, genuflecting to this sacred … Continue reading
Amusing Ourselves to Death: “Digger” Mocks the Futility of Billionaire-Funded Political Art
Despite all that you’ve heard, Alejandro Gonzalez Iñárritu’s Digger is not a wretched stinker of a movie. Despite the groan-worthy zany trailer heralding the impending doom of exploding oil rigs, wayward glaciers, and catastrophic tsunamis, like an even more libtard cringe version of Adam McKay’s much-loathed farcical finger-wag Don’t Look Up (which, for the record, I … Continue reading
Ridikkuluz’s “KLAB” at Salma Sarriedine Exposes the Canine Carnage of the War on Terror and the Gaza Genocide
I’ve long thought that George W. Bush works through his nagging guilt from the failures, immiseration, and carnage of his presidency through painting. The series of veterans who served post-9/11 memorializes the servicepeople he sent to be grist for the American Empire. His immigrant portraits, completed in the wake of Donald Trump’s first administration, grapple … Continue reading
Ceramic Homicide: Daixuan’s “Cocoon”
There’s a certain humor to falling in love with a doll. Seeking pleasure in frightening perfection seems insane! Yet, a doll equivalent could be a person addicted to the needle, injecting themselves until they resemble Magritte’s balloon figure in his 1967 portrait, The Art of Living. All puffed up until they are perfect. So, yes, … Continue reading
Can Your Pussy Do the Wolf?: “Wolf Cat Fever” Is Some New Kinda Kick
What do you get when you toss together the lurching, microphone-fellating, teenage werewolf-y-OOOOO-wling of The Cramps; Cry-Baby and Rock ‘n’ Roll High School’s reverence for rock’s sacred duty of horrifying the squares; the living cartoon world of Pee-wee’s Playhouse and its progeny, Hunx and His Punx’s music videos; and a hefty dash of randy fursonas—fierce … Continue reading
Warm but Never Too Warm: A New Psychotic Art Job Listing Has Hit the NYFA Job Board
“You are warm with clients but never too warm.” You are warm with clients but never too warm. You are warm with clients but never too warm. You are warm with clients but never too warm. Ahem…sorry. This sentence has been ricocheting around my head for days, like an (anti-)transcendental meditation mantra or a prayer … Continue reading
The Stations of the Milo
I consider myself something of a Milo Yiannopoulos scholar. Any serious connoisseur of conservative camp should be! Which means I’ve been chuckling ever since the appearance of Milo’s hollow-eyed, bloated, rumpled, dour mugshot was posted to DHS’s X account announcing his imminent deportation after overstaying his visa. I mean, what a ride he’s had, huh? … Continue reading
Don’t Dream It, Be It: Tim Curry’s Music Was Heroically Berserk
“Do you boogie a lot?… You don’t boogie?… Just a tiny bit? Just a little bit?… Never?!” Barely audible over the grating squeals of a locked-in keyboardist dominating the band’s groovy rhythm, Tim Curry attempts to wrangle a listless German audience member into some light audience participation. Rebuffed by this “very cold person,” as he … Continue reading