“A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism”–Georges Bataille Heavy breathing is not normally the sound permeating blue chip galleries unless it’s the deep existential sighs of gallerinas. However, loud moans of pleasure currently echo through Marlborough Chelsea, luring and seducing viewers through Aïda Ruilova’s current exhibition. In the forward to his morbidly sexy study Eroticism: … Continue reading
Who can deny the artistry and conceptual power of a muscle man pumping iron while a psychotic clown strangles a fellow circus performer? I know I can’t. I only just now understand what David Lynch meant when he screeched about “Crazy Clown Time.” Last weekend, I discovered this aptly-titled illustration “Untitled (Clown attacking woman while … Continue reading
Oh, hello! Didn’t see you come in. Please, come, sit down. What’s that? What am I reading? Oh, I’m glad you asked. It’s a copy of Skid Row Sweetie, the latest find in my collection of trashy queer pulp fiction. Continue reading