Nobody can screw up a room like a gay man on a mission.
All the mythology about the deft taste of gay men may be great to keep the rubes shelling out the big bucks to home decorators with fire in their eyes — but buyer beware. Lemmings are committed to a vision too.
One thing that gay men have in abundance is taste. Not necessarily good taste. Just tons and tons of vivid taste.
And this aesthetic imperative, this relentless ordering of the world into “pretty” (or “trendy” or “ugly beautiful”) boxes, smacks up against another gay imperative. The swinish male onrush to have sex everywhere and with everyone.
Sex and taste? — when worlds collide! As the film critic Pauline Kael once observed: “Sex is the great leveler; taste the great divider.” And never, never should they play in the same sandbox.
But they do! Oh do they ever, in the communal sandbox we call the Internet chat room. Here photos ping back and forth through hyperspace as a form of flirtation. Not only is the smooth naked flesh of the body exposed, but stray bits of home decor as well, cropping up like uninvited kibitzers telling much more of the naked truth than the sender might wish.
In fact, Nightcharm has built a whole site around these sex-meets-taste disasters called Lurid Digs. Here a panel of experts (translation: our friends) pass cruel but swift judgment on the heavy-wood, mustard-shag, plastic-armchair follies of our fellow man.
Dig in!
You can see the whole sorry cavalcade
at Lurid Digs.
And if you love domestic catastrophe,
be sure to visit the Ladies of Casa Susanna.
(Cocktail hour is best.)
that is gross!
So you publish photos of people without their consent? How nice.
Lurid Digs has been completley revamped. A new version of it is now up , and we’ve been posting submissions regularly. Take a look if you haven’t seen LD in a while because this is very different.
The photos here, as well as the photos on Lurid Digs, were posted by the people in the photos, on various chat sites and home pages. They were intended to be viewed by others. Consent is implicit.
AHHHHH!!! My eyes they burn I think I’am going blind!!!
I never got over the naked guy in the wedgewood tea cup hall. He’s just as neat and tidy as his surroundings. Just as perky and attentive.
Thoroughly freaks me out.
The leather guy with the CRT on your homepage? I’d worship his ass sweat anyday, elitist snobs!
I’m not sure what’s worse, the images of some of these blokes; or the images of some of these blokes in bad lighting surrounded by even worse decor.
Gee, thanks, Thorn…what the hell am I supposed to do with this lung I snorted up when you referred to the photo as a “wedgewood tea cup hall”?