Recently, I realized I was abused as a child. No, I didn’t discover some satanic ritual trauma while going through repressed memory therapy. I visited La MaMa Galleria’s current exhibition Lost Merchandise of the Dreamlanders, which confronted me with an idyllic John Waters-infused childhood I never had–a childhood where I could play tea party with … Continue reading
Is it possible to look back to that gold lamé-draped, handlebar moustache-wearing, disco-dancing, cruising post-Stonewall era of the 1970s without the lens of the HIV/AIDS pandemic, which would irrevocably alter the course of LGBTQ life? Can you look at artwork, photographs and other documentation from that decade without searching for the images and names of those who would disappear in the decades to come? Or of the others who would become continual caregivers to friends and lovers? Or the clubs, bathhouses, piers and others spaces that would be shuttered for fear of transmission? Continue reading
Glory Glory Hallelujah! He has risen! …ahem…Why hello there, Mary, as well as Jesus, Joseph and the Easter Bunny! And a hop-hop-happy Easter to you, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Why come on in and grab yourself a drink while we wait for the Easter ham to cook. Sure, we’ll be too drunk to eat it by … Continue reading
