Feb 05, 2016
What chemsex ultimately did for me
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There’s this Turkish club night in Berlin that’s nothing like anything I’ve seen before. Once a month at legendary punk haunt SO36, the Turkish and Arab queer communities and their fans fill up the Gayhane party to dance to Eastern beats and pop anthems. It’s sweaty and full of hot hairy guys who move their hips a lot, a bit like Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie”-kinda thing. It is at this party where I’ve lived out my hottest fantasies, even if some came with a sobering and bitter aftertaste.
Feb 03, 2016
Dandy of the Week: Klaus Nomi
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Each week, Dandy Dicks will highlight a key figure in gay culture, be it past or present. These men are what we consider true Dandies, advancing our ideals of gay men everywhere and doing it with lasting influence and style. This week’s installment is on Klaus Nomi, an icon of early new wave who this week would have turned 72. He revolutionized the avant-garde for a new generation of club kids and was one of the first celebrities to draw attention to AIDS.
As adored as they were loathed, gone is the love-hate relationship nearly everyone had with a pair of Chuck Taylors at some point in their life. Well... kinda. This past summer, Converse announced a redesign of their iconic sneaker. And it only took a brisk 98 years. Literally. The 1917 Massachusetts creation was an attempt at grabbing the basketball market’s attention by carrying the name of 20-year-old Charles Hollis "Chuck" Taylor, a well known player at the time. Blissfully unaware of the technology to come, the shoe thrived and continued being worn for both fashion- and sport-related function year after year.
Jan 27, 2016
Britain’s Coastal Gay Capital - How Brighton rose to take the crown
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British coastal towns are seldom known for their glamour. Picture old biddies rattling along the cobbles, unspeakably beige fish and chips soaking sadly in vinegar, teenagers in tracksuits huddling beneath a half-rotten pier chugging cheap cider, all to a sinister soundtrack emanating from the trippy never-ending neon swirl of the obligatory carousel. But there is one city on the south coast that boasts all these essential facets and a whole lot more. Beautiful Brighton is widely considered the gay capital of Britain (though Manchester takes the glittery tiara for the north of England) and plays host to one of the biggest and most colorful gay pride parades in the country every summer. But how did a once sleepy fishing village rise to become Britain’s fabulous gay capital on the coast?
