Hello, Filthy Dreamers! I’m Andy Anderson – a long-time pal of FD’s fearless leader Emily Colucci (I’m also a photographer who had the honor of being one of the artists included in her smash 2017 Night Fever art show at Future Tenant Gallery – but that’s another story). Today we’re introducing a new semi-regular humor … Continue reading
If Charles Ludlam thought Susan Sontag did a number on camp, I can’t imagine what he would have thought witnessing the camp tragedy that occurred on the pink carpet (pink being, apparently, the color of camp) at the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Monday. Whew! Mary! It was a camp catastrophe, a camp calamity, a … Continue reading
Phew! I don’t know about you, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, but I’m exhausted. This week has been one hell of a doozy. Between Ivanka rubbing her dirty ass feet on seminal art installations by Yayoi Kusama to Trump firing and tweet-threatening Comey to Sean Spicer hiding in the bushes, I feel like I’ve aged a … Continue reading
Ho Ho HO-eeello, dearest Filthy Dreams readers!! And a hap-hap-happy holidays to you! Come in and grab yourself a glass of nog. What’s that? You don’t like a drink that tastes like alcoholic pancake batter? Well, shoot it down anyway–Christmas isn’t about taste. Naturally–being Christmas, I thought I’d herald in the birth of Santa with … Continue reading
Why hello there, you pasty Filthy Dreams readers! Quick! Grab some sunscreen before you become a lobster…of course, by that I mean a Rock Lobster. Ok, fine we did smuggle some booze on the beach in a bottle of sunscreen–sure, the Gang in It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia did it first but why mess with … Continue reading
Hello there! It’s that time of week again and we’re ready to celebrate, reminisce and wax poetic about queer nightlife history. Can you believe its Friday already? Me neither. Here, have some drink tickets! You’ll need them at the Tunnel for this week’s Party Out Of Bounds. This week seems like the perfect time to reflect … Continue reading
Packed into a crowded theater at Dixon Place (one of my favorite performance venues in the city as well as the site of the infamous Great Marion and Emily Moistini incident of 2010) on Thursday night for the incredibly-named Drag Explosion, I was riveted witnessing drag legend Linda Simpson narrate slideshows of her photographs of the late 80s and early 90s drag scene like your sassy-but-sweet aunt showing family photographs on Don Draper’s favorite Kodak carrousel. Continue reading