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Last (and only) brunch in Fort Greene. See ya around. Actually, don’t count on it, babe.

Last (and only) brunch in Fort Greene. See ya around. Actually, don’t count on it, babe.

— 1 month ago
#fort Greene  #gay  #gay men  #gay bears  #scruff  #brunch  #new york  #brooklyn  #bushwick  #street style  #brooklyn street style  #nyc  #fancy  #hairy chest  #red wings  #john varvatos  #acne studios  #fashion 

Rooftop. Lana Del Rey. Tie dye. Vodka. You get the drill.

— 1 month ago
#gay  #tie dye  #brooklyn  #bushwick  #rooftop  #new york  #scruff  #summer  #queer  #is this is us yet  #fashion  #diy  #paint it black 

is this us yet?

Our inspiration this month is da baddest bitch herself, the queen of the south, the hustler supreme Trina. it’s summer in the city, y’all. drink up, turn up, and hustle! see ya.

— 1 month ago with 1 note
#trina  #dabaddestbitch  #hustling  #gay  #drag 

EVERYTHING.

— 2 months ago

ok.. we’re gonna need a remix of this one. STAT.

— 3 months ago with 1 note
#la roux  #let me down gently  #gay  #new music 

in case anyone has not seen this yet, (but have seen a hell lotta RuPaul’s Drag Race this season,) this is why Bianca Del Rio is basically GOD herself. #teamBianca

— 3 months ago with 9 notes
#Bianca Del Rio  #drag queens  #drag  #stand up  #comedy  #improv  #gay  #queer  #camp  #rpdr  #RuPaul's Drag Race  #rupaul season 6  #rpdr season 6  #rpdr 6  #team Bianca 
I sat down to write about Iggy Azealea and the shame spiral i’ve been experiencing on her behalf since the proper release of “The New Classic,” but I can’t be fucked to sit down and listen to it again since I’ve gotten my hands on the new Lykke Li. 
Serving equal parts Stevie Nicks and Spector-era girl group charm, (and looking like a cross between Fiona Apple and M-K Olsen at a witch trial) Lykke’s “I Never Learn” is one of the greatest mood records of the past decade.  It’s short but never sweet.  Vocally, i’m feeling more depth and character than i have in the past, and there’s even a hint of desperation on certain tracks. Sonically, fuzzier/more reverb than she’s given us in the past, and it suits her and the tracks. It’s unclear whether she’s the hunted or the hunter, the abused or the accused.  Other than knowing she’s being loved like she’s not made of stone, I can’t decipher the lyrics enough to find out if she’s being the girl-gang bully (“Gunshot”) or the fragile castaway muse  (“Never Gonna Love Again”).  The tracks blend seamlessly, almost to the point of only finding standout moments, not songs, on the first few listens.  It’s what Sunday morning feels like:  regret, excitement, heartache and headache.  Balancing tenderness with bombastic messy moments of sincerity, it’s raw, fuzzy, imperfect and a total 33 minute gem.

I sat down to write about Iggy Azealea and the shame spiral i’ve been experiencing on her behalf since the proper release of “The New Classic,” but I can’t be fucked to sit down and listen to it again since I’ve gotten my hands on the new Lykke Li. 

Serving equal parts Stevie Nicks and Spector-era girl group charm, (and looking like a cross between Fiona Apple and M-K Olsen at a witch trial) Lykke’s “I Never Learn” is one of the greatest mood records of the past decade.  It’s short but never sweet.  Vocally, i’m feeling more depth and character than i have in the past, and there’s even a hint of desperation on certain tracks. Sonically, fuzzier/more reverb than she’s given us in the past, and it suits her and the tracks. It’s unclear whether she’s the hunted or the hunter, the abused or the accused.  Other than knowing she’s being loved like she’s not made of stone, I can’t decipher the lyrics enough to find out if she’s being the girl-gang bully (“Gunshot”) or the fragile castaway muse  (“Never Gonna Love Again”).  The tracks blend seamlessly, almost to the point of only finding standout moments, not songs, on the first few listens.  It’s what Sunday morning feels like:  regret, excitement, heartache and headache.  Balancing tenderness with bombastic messy moments of sincerity, it’s raw, fuzzy, imperfect and a total 33 minute gem.

— 4 months ago with 1 note
#lykke li  #i never learn  #music  #cd review  #new music  #no rest for the wicked  #gunshot 

It’s all lovely and all, but couldn’t sufjan have at least taken his hipster cap off? or better yet his shirt and pants? it would have made the image of him sitting in a dark corner, rocking back and forth, and oozing some serious serial killer Jamie Dornan in “The Fall” vibes, that much more jizztastic! Take me to your room, Sufjan, I wanna be your ottoman.

— 4 months ago with 3 notes
#sufjan stevens  #sisyphus  #take me  #gay