AAH-CHOO!! We here at Filthy Dreams have thrown in the towel. Like you, we are SICK and tired of hunkering in our basements while the world passes us by in a COVID haze. Waiting for a vaccine before dusting off those poppers? No thanks. Keeping your eyes peeled on herd immunity? Yawn! What we want … Continue reading
While you were staring slack-jawed at the avalanche of COVID positive test results from the fresh air breathers in the West Wing (even my baby Kellyanne who I thought quit…), caught at a hexed super-spreader Rose Garden infection extravaganza cursed by the angered spirit of the late Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, you may have missed … Continue reading
The Brooklyn Museum’s latest offering Studio 54: Night Magic, curated and designed by Matthew Yokobosky, Senior Curator of Fashion and Material Culture, could, for some discerning spectators, be alternately called Studio 54: Lite. The curatorial focus is, of course, on fashion and design, so adjust your expectations as such. It’s about meticulous attention to lavish … Continue reading
Young man! Did you ever imagine that “Y.M.C.A.,” that beloved cheesy endorsement of cruising bathing boy beauties at a health spa full of “everything for a young man to enjoy,” would be the chosen soundtrack to the insidious creep of fascism in the United States? Did you ever believe that the Village People, that iconic … Continue reading
“Once there was a song. The song yearned to be sung” –Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds “The Spinning Song” What makes art relevant, particularly during a global pandemic as complex as COVID-19? What does it look like to speak to a moment when creating seems useless and inadequate? How can culture have an impact … Continue reading
*Bang!* *BOOM* *tsssssssss* OH MY GOD! WHAT IS THAT?!! IS THAT A BOMB?! OR A BOX OF BOOM SQUAD?! Why are those explosions so close to my rattling windows? Why do they look like they’re being set off beside the NYPD precinct? Is my roof on fire? Quick! I need to grab all my Lana … Continue reading
Rumor has it! Over the past few weeks, word began to spread about Lindsey Graham’s predilection toward rent boys—and ladybugs! Of course, minus the quite shocking ladybug reveal, we here at Filthy Dreams were hardly surprised. In fact, we were tickled pink about the stories to come, once gay Twitter collects enough money to contest … Continue reading
A long needle, syringes, gauze and other medical equipment lie strewn on a blood-splattered table. An X-ray of a hip joint. A photograph of an unidentifiable piece of flesh covered in bruises and needle pricks. These were the disturbing images that flickered by after I cautiously committed to watching Madonna’s Instagram stories earlier this week. … Continue reading
I am a crooked (wo)man and I’ve walked a crooked mile…what’s that? Oh, I’m just practicing for my inevitable prison crooning after getting pinched for petty larceny aka having some sticky fingers, the same ones that tattooed E.V.I.L. on his brother’s fist (that filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist). I mean, that … Continue reading
Your job, Genesis, is to short-circuit control,” once said the preeminent literary gentleman junkie William S. Burroughs to Genesis Breyer P-Orridge who, as much as we obsess about h/er on Filthy Dreams, needs no introduction (or shouldn’t!). And short-circuit control s/he did. I mean, what socially imposed and regulated norm of living didn’t Genesis shatter, … Continue reading
