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Party Monster

kevin salah pergaulan

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Party Monster

Something about it makes me feel icky, the death of someone being so sensationalized. There's no denying the difference between club kid culture and ballroom culture. I watched it because I wanted to see how gay Macaulay Culkin would be.

nathansnook

Party Monster

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘰?” “𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘰, 𝘸𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦!” Gay campy fun. Brilliantly over the top lines that ping pong tirelessly through sugar-rushed y2K colors between both Culkin and Green. This was a time. This was a golden age. Club scenes of much galore all gone are the days. I remember first hearing about them from the elders at the end of the bar at Aunt Charlie’s San Francisco used to have such a scene down on Castro, but not as flagrant and pompous as Hell’s Kitchen. Messy. All over the place, but I remember being around clouds of catty cunts that talked like this, that wore things too tight and short on them. There used to be creativity beyond rainbow socks. There used to be ballroom gowns, amped and powdered and strung up in glamour and glitter. There used to be a thing called glamour, but all in the past now. A relic of what once was, precious in its presentation of queer friendships that sustain, kill us, betray us, and give us the well-rounded self-loathing that rounds us out, funny and self deprecating in how we defend each other and ourselves. “I’m not addicted to drugs, I’m addicted to glamour.”