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Author Archives: Marion
Spinning in a Flat Circle: Visions of Queerness and Filthy Dreams
I’ve always admired Eyes Wide Shut. People poo-poo’ed over its release, which can mean either one of two things: it deserves it or people just don’t get it. When I first saw the Masked Ball scene, I firmly decided that people just didn’t get it. They were looking for more Tom and Nicole. They got … Continue reading
From Decay to Disney: Queering the Ghosts along the Mississippi
Because it is time, the eyes open, the body stands up, the hand stretches out, the fire is lit… —André Breton and Paul Eluard In his introduction to the retrospective exhibit of his work “The Personal Eye,” Clarence John Laughlin offers this theory to explain the artistic vision of his photographs of Louisiana plantations and of New … Continue reading
Mary Christmas! Presenting Our Completely Unhinged Xmas Playlist
At long last, our favorite time of the year is here ! We here at Filthy Dreams become completely unhinged for the Holidays: whether we’re busy decorating from floor to ceiling with tinsel and string lights or we’re scrutinizing our list of loved ones to determine whether they’ve really been naughty or nice, the Holidays … Continue reading
Filthy Dreams’ Horrible Hallowreen Playlist
At long last, Hallowreen has arrived! Time to polish the plastic pumpkins, febreeze the glow-in-the-dark cobwebs, and set up the howlin’ werewolves to greet the neighbors! Wait, what about the music, you say? Not to worry: Filthy Dreams has done that work for you! So sit back, relax, have a glass of our WORLD FAMOUS Pumpkin … Continue reading
Role Models: Darienne Lake
I’ll never forget the first time I saw Darienne Lake: she stomped and bounced from behind the curtain to the the Club 69 take on Soft Cell’s “Tainted Love.” Up to that point, I had only seen a few drag shows so I came to expect a certain look and style with the queens–i.e., slender, … Continue reading
Role Models: Sick Boy
I hated the ’90’s. Well, the first half of it, anyways. All of the over-the-top tacky fashions of the ’80’s gave way to plaid and torn jeans–and all that long, greasy hair. Thanks a lot, Seattle. I did what any traumatized boy would do: I went into hiding to pray for the coming millenium/apocalypse; that … Continue reading
