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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Jack White’s Wretched Art Thoughts Probably Should Have Disappeared, but I’m Glad They Didn’t
The McDonald’s-colored, yellow-roofed/red-bodied plastic Fisher-Price “Little Tikes” Cozy Coupe was one of the most ubiquitous toys of my millennial childhood. Who among us didn’t shuffle along our parents’ driveways like tiny Fred Flintstones, making vroom-vroom noises and trying not to seethe with envy at the luckier kids who got fancy-schmancy motorized convertible Barbie cars? Fuck … Continue reading
I Will Always Love You: “Holy Pop!” at London’s Somerset House Celebrated the Sanctity of Idol Worship
The most remarkable, equally elegiac and absurd, profound and berserk inclusion in Somerset House’s Holy Pop!, an exhibition dedicated to extreme acts of fanatical devotion to filth elders, was not Dot Alma’s bedazzled “Freedom” pew and kneeler, set in front of an altar to the Holy Father (Figure) George Michael and Hampstead Heath hookup trees, … Continue reading
The Met’s “Costume Art” Is Filled With Atrocious AI Slop Art Writing: The Disaster Superlatives
“Clothing does not simply cover.” Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Reading the introductory wall text for the Met’s Costume Institute exhibition, Costume Art, I thought: this can’t be happening. “With thematically resonant juxtapositions”….yes, this is an exhibition…”Costume Art invites viewers to perceive familiar works as representations in which clothing structures visibility and facilitates subjectivity, rather than as … Continue reading
Will Conservative Camp Ever Be the Same Without Lindsey Graham?
Last Sunday morning, as usual, I blinked open my sleep-worn eyes, rolled over, grabbed my phone, and to my unending shame, opened X and scrolled. Yes, I look at X first thing, like a chainsmoker reaching for that first stick. I wish I didn’t, but here we are. At the top of my feed sat … Continue reading
I Like Hot Rat (and Squirrel and Cat and Pigeon and…) in Taeer M’s “roach+world” at Company Gallery
“He likes hot chicks! With big tits! He likes hot chicks. I like hot rats!” sneers Tayler Lee, one half of my favorite musical gruesome twosome, Genre is death, on their cataclysmically cacophonous Zappa-referencing song, “Hot Rats,” from their debut album Talk. But what if you didn’t have to choose between hot chicks with big … Continue reading
If You’re Gonna Be Dumb, You Gotta Be Tough: “Jackass” Makes Me Proud to Be an American
A deep, creaking, warping groan. An echoing, bellowing thump. A sickening, spewing splash. This trio of sounds is some of the funniest I’ve ever heard. The source? A badly-in-need-of-a-pump Porta John, absurdly strung between two towering cranes, flung precariously 150 feet into the air like a norovirus fever dream version of a Six Flags Sling … Continue reading
Ellie Thatcher’s “The Quiet Wing” Took Me to Pasolini’s Underworld
For me, 2026 is best represented by Genesis’ “Land of Confusion” music video, specifically Reagan’s nightmare sequence: haunting puppet mountains, representative of the people who run our world, towering over us with their sharp teeth, ready to crunch my body for their 7:00 dinner. Only Genesis’ puppets of power have now been radically amplified by … Continue reading
It Wasn’t God Who Made the Scat Souvenirs in Derek McCormack’s “The Shithole Opry Collector’s Guide”
When I traveled to Nashville in 2023, I spent most of my time running in and out of country music-themed gift shops—or really, one gift shop in particular. Sure, I also perused the Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline T-shirts at their conjoined museums. But it was the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum store … Continue reading
Is Glenn Branca’s “Symphony No. 13 (Hallucination City) for 100 Guitars” the Most Powerful Musical Composition of the 21st Century?
Can you listen to ear torturer/noise master Glenn Branca’s auditory assault “Symphony no. 13 (Hallucination City) for 100 Guitars” without macabrely dwelling on the horrors of 9/11 and, well, everything that came after? I know I couldn’t when attending the experimental symphony on a whim last Friday at Lincoln Center’s David Geffen Hall. The concert, … Continue reading
Filthy Dreams’ Pridemaxxing Music Playlist
Hot diggity dawg…it’s that time of year again, Filthy Dreamers! That’s right: stop doomscrolling, get off the couch, dust off those Pride flags, straighten out the leggings, thaw the frozen sausage links, grab the loudest, most jarring tee, do a backflip, ice your back, streeetch, grab those weights, smash them against your face, remove those sausage … Continue reading