In her piece on the The Catacombs, the 1970s San Francisco-based fistfucking club, Gayle Rubin provided a “music of the baths” playlist that was curated for its S/M loving patrons: “the party tapes relied primarily on disco and electronic space music, although there were also rock, soul, funk, and other genres.” Such spacey songs included … Continue reading
Dedicated to the man on East Houston Street snapping his fingers while holding a rainbow Hollister bag Pride isn’t a brand. Has commercialization ruined Gay Pride? Pride month–awareness or cash grab by major brands? These lines should feel familiar–they’ve been culled from the copious yearly editorials decrying the commercialization of Pride. Ho hum. Every Pride … Continue reading
Happy Gay Pride, friends! Happy BIG 50 to the Stonewall Riots! I mean, Uprising. No, I mean, Rebellion! Yes, rebellion! The New York Times recently provided a series of pieces on the many conflicting narratives about Stonewall. Who threw the first brick–or stone–or rock–or coins? Surely, it wasn’t Roland Emmerich’s cornfed midwestern white boy laughably … Continue reading
Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! What’s that? Are you feeling PROUD this month? Are you suddenly finding yourself booking a spot on an Atlantis cruise otherwise known as an ab-toned, grease-covered, Speedo-sporting circuit party on the high seas? Are you slurping a disgusting cocktail made with Absolut Vodka almost against your will? Well, we’re here to … Continue reading