John Waters Teaches Us How To Properly Worship Our Idols With “Prayer To Pasolini”
Art / Blasphemy / Film / Role Models / Trash

John Waters Teaches Us How To Properly Worship Our Idols With “Prayer To Pasolini”

I wasn’t prepared to hear John Waters speak in tongues. I’m not sure why. What is there left to do after over fifty years of spreading the sordid slime of good bad taste around the globe than falling to your knees where your role model’s testicles were crushed before he was mowed over repeatedly with … Continue reading

Divine Dolls, Pink Flamingos Bedsheets and Other Glimpses Of A Childhood I Never Had At La MaMa Galleria
Art

Divine Dolls, Pink Flamingos Bedsheets and Other Glimpses Of A Childhood I Never Had At La MaMa Galleria

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

Picking Up The Trash Aesthetics In “White Trash: The 400-Year Untold History of Class In America”
Books / Trash

Picking Up The Trash Aesthetics In “White Trash: The 400-Year Untold History of Class In America”

In Divine’s classic hit song “Born To Be Cheap,” that bewigged bastion of filth snarls, “As sure as there’s trash, I was born to be cheap!” Not only a rallying cry for gaudy girls everywhere, Divine also hits on an important factoid: Trash is forever. Not just those bags of garbage dumped at the side … Continue reading

Filth Is My Politics! Filth Is My Life!: Documenting The Queen of Filth In ‘I Am Divine’
Film

Filth Is My Politics! Filth Is My Life!: Documenting The Queen of Filth In ‘I Am Divine’

I’ll never forget the first time I laid eyes on Harris Glenn Milstead, better known as the cinematic terrorist, the filthiest person alive, the queen so fucking beautiful she cant stand it herself, Divine. She was strutting, sashaying and sneering her way through the streets of Baltimore, leaving a trail of shock and sleaze in her … Continue reading