George Segal Sucks: Finding A Better Way To Memorialize Stonewall At The New Museum
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George Segal Sucks: Finding A Better Way To Memorialize Stonewall At The New Museum

The memorials in New York City that supposedly relate to the LGBTQ+ community are terrible. Uniformly god-awful. Just plain cringe-worthy. Epic fails. And that these opinionated observations aren’t even close to being controversial, just proves my point. Whether stymied by political posturing, proximity to real estate developer cash or just plain lack of aesthetics, New … Continue reading

This Exhibition Avoids Turning Identity Into Easily Digestible Clickbait: “Trigger: Gender As A Tool And A Weapon”
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This Exhibition Avoids Turning Identity Into Easily Digestible Clickbait: “Trigger: Gender As A Tool And A Weapon”

“…all press is good press to the contemporary enemy and they absorb all weapons launched at them ‘no weapons formed against them shall prosper’ reformed as ‘all weapons against them shall prosper’ they will absorb them into their promotional machine its best to keep it private account,” reads House of Ladosha’s vinyl Untitled (a carry) in … Continue reading

I Put A Spell On You: RAGGA NYC’s ‘All The Threatened And Delicious Things Joining One Another’
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I Put A Spell On You: RAGGA NYC’s ‘All The Threatened And Delicious Things Joining One Another’

“A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it,” writes Zora Neale Hurston in Tell My Horse: Voodoo and Life in Haiti and Jamaica. I picked up Hurston’s nonfictional dive into the amalgamation of Afro-Caribbean spiritual traditions in the small Faulkner House Books in New Orleans, another city known for its long held connection … Continue reading

Daddy’s Not-So Little Life: Preserving The Queer Southern Experience In The Archive Louis Zoellar Bickett
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Daddy’s Not-So Little Life: Preserving The Queer Southern Experience In The Archive Louis Zoellar Bickett

How do you measure a life? Through jars full of trash gathered during trips to Bourbon Street, Rodeo Drive and the King’s mecca, Graceland? Through a smattering of graveyard dirt collected from the graves of loved ones? Through precisely written tags on toothbrushes and assorted tchotchkes, saved for decades? Through a 585-page inventory? Well, according … Continue reading

It’s Strange What Desire Will Make Foolish People Do: Feminist Utopia In Pipilotti Rist’s ‘Pixel Forest’
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It’s Strange What Desire Will Make Foolish People Do: Feminist Utopia In Pipilotti Rist’s ‘Pixel Forest’

I drool when I nap. Yep. It’s not pretty, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, but as Mariah Carey slurred in her New Year’s eve performance/art/train wreck, “it is what it is.”

Yesterday, that over-salivation both almost killed me and gave me inspiration. I dreamed I was drowning. While I couldn’t breathe in reality, in my mind, I was immersed underwater with a slow, rhythmic, Rorschach-like imagery. A bikini-sporting body appeared and disappeared in spurts of bubbles, a beaded heart sank to the bottom of the sea and a childlike voice, reminiscent of Björk, crooned Chris Isaak’s heartbroken “Wicked Game.” Continue reading