It’s Sunday. I want to make history sexy. I’m wondering, is there such a thing as protection, as security? Is there such a thing as safety. I mean, where’s a place to hide. So, lots: archives, libraries, collections, artifacts, discoveries, statements.
In 2011, I graduated from the College of Santa Fe with a self-designed degree I titled “Sexual Liberation as Art,” which had taken months of meetings, essays, and conversations with department heads to accept. As I walked across the graduation ceremony stage once my degree had been announced, I received a raised fist salute from feminist art writer Lucy Lippard 1, our commencement speaker. I devised my degree title from the radical porn films of Emilie Jouvet 2 and Richard Kern 3, the sexual musings of Susie Bright 4 and Annie Sprinkle 5, and the explicit early work of Cosey Fanni Tutti 6, whose “art as life/life as art” mantra broadened my perspective on creative process.
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Come for the porn, stay for the articles. Sounds familiar? On this terrain, where others boldly ventured long before us, we’re gonna follow with our pop culture flags held high. Because we know you are not mere animals, you are human beings with human brains that as such wanna be stimulated. Intellectually, that is. And since there are few things more stimulating for the brain than music
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Hurrray! Dandy Dicks is born! As a newborn, there are a lot of things we have to learn in this world. Luckily, granddandies are eager to share their experiences: they were already once young. So I made the effort to dig up the very first magazine gay magazine for Dicks. It is not that I had to leave Berlin, my place of residence, but I dug deeper than I thought I had to do. The first ever gay magazine was born in the German capital, an impressive 119 years ago.
And who the hell am I? If you’ve been following the blog at all, you may have wondered out of which horny hole this perverted punk has stepped. I won’t reveal too much – a bit of mystery is sexy, right? But a few things may be in order.
First, I was born in that part of the world that most people think is actually Canada, but it’s not. I was born in Alaska. Who would have thought that place could produce more than oil and Sarah Palin – two decidedly unsexy things.
Second, I’m no stranger to sex on screen. I appeared in two arty porn films with DVD releases: one in San Francisco and one here in Berlin. There may be other footage of me out there, but if so, I don’t know where. And yup, I moved to Berlin from gay ol’ San Francisco, where I learned to be a proper fag and how to be a writer all at the same time.
There’s more from San Francisco coming your way via Dandy Dicks, so stay tuned.
But I left San Francisco. And took my heart with me. Five years now in Berlin and I can’t think of a better place to be. I’ve been making it here as a writer ever since and I’m happy to report there’s no going back.
I think I’ve given you enough of the basics. More you’ll just have to find out either through this blog or a little Google. But I hope with that you stick around Dandy Dicks – for this blog and of course, the boys!
Walter Crasshole