Young Man! There’s No Need To Feel Down!: What The Fuck Is With Trump’s “Y.M.C.A.” Fixation?
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Young Man! There’s No Need To Feel Down!: What The Fuck Is With Trump’s “Y.M.C.A.” Fixation?

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

Yes, Pete Buttigieg Is Gay Enough: You’re Just Assholes
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Yes, Pete Buttigieg Is Gay Enough: You’re Just Assholes

2020’s Democratic presidential primary has boiled down to one vital question. No, not what candidate you’re going to vote for. No, not who is most likely to beat our next best daytime TV talk show host president. No, not whose policies would be the best direction for our country, especially since whoever wins will inherit … Continue reading

Why Are All The Democratic Candidates’ Campaign Playlists So Painful?: Announcing Our Own Filthy Dreams 2020 Playlist Candidacy
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Why Are All The Democratic Candidates’ Campaign Playlists So Painful?: Announcing Our Own Filthy Dreams 2020 Playlist Candidacy

This week, The New York Times published an in-depth feature analyzing the campaign event playlists of nine of the Democratic primary candidates for the 2020 election. And, you know what, dearest Filthy Dreams playlist listeners, it was a bore! What a disappointment, as the candidates’ campaign rally playlists ranged from snoozefest to just barely acceptable! … Continue reading

Girlfriend, You Are So On: Our 15 Favorite Moments From Marianne Williamson’s “A Return To Love”
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Girlfriend, You Are So On: Our 15 Favorite Moments From Marianne Williamson’s “A Return To Love”

I don’t know about you, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, but I’ve been feeling a bit woo-woo recently. If I had to pinpoint the source, I’d date it to the last Democratic presidential debate in June, when a shining star soared across my screen like a beacon of New Age psychobabble and half-baked, half-lit ramblings. Yes, … Continue reading