i’ve had the scissor sisters’ new album, “magic hour,” on a loop for the past coupla days. yeah, great dance music, you’re saying, but so what?
they are unabashedly queer, deviant and proud of it. they live underground, downtown, and roam with hustlers as the sun comes up in new york city. fuck yes.
it’s not flamboyance for its own sake. it’s flamboyance for your own.
“baby come home.”