Why hello there! Here, help us pack up the car! Yes, Mary, we’re bringing Bloody Mary in thermoses. Save your judgments for later once we’re gone! Your always faithful Filthy Dreams co-founders are almost ready to venture off into the great unknown on our rabidly raunchy road trip to New Orleans. How can we pack … Continue reading
Why hello there! We had a stunning morning here at Filthy Dreams after receiving this fantastic, hilarious and wonderfully and John Waters-esque unsettling e-mailed submission from a Filthy Dreams reader only identifying himself as Dade. We just about spit up our coffee reading his ode to Transcendental Meditation and John Waters as his spiritual guide (as he should be for all of us). Continue reading
Wheeeeeeew kweeeens, we don’t know about you but we’ve sure got the blues. Stuck inside hiding from the freezing cold while it snows and snows or worse, venturing outside to step in a two foot deep puddle of slush. Yeuck! It’s enough to make you go The Shining crazy and get stuck in that hedge maze like … Continue reading
As Valentine’s Day quickly approaches, we here at Filthy Dreams come to you with the best VD surprise ever (no not that kind of VD surprise!)–Filthy Dreams’ Sleazily Songs of Seduction. Continue reading
Earlier this week, Gawker’s Tom Scocca published an article entitled “On Smarm,” posing the influx of snark on blogs and other “ironic” publications as directly oppositional to egomaniacal, smug smarm. However, we at Filthy Dreams would like to counteract this smarmy claim by choosing to revel in our own chosen method of combating snark, which … Continue reading
Why hello! What’s that sound I hear? Is it your blood boiling? Oh me too, Mary, me too. Sometimes you just need a good rant to get all that fury out. Ranting and raving is one of our favorite past-times as we furiously rage-text each other about issues ranging from tattoos to academia to queer … Continue reading
Oh, hello! Didn’t see you come in. Please, come, sit down. What’s that? What am I reading? Oh, I’m glad you asked. It’s a copy of Skid Row Sweetie, the latest find in my collection of trashy queer pulp fiction. Continue reading