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Popped Culture : Solutions for Oncoming Political Darkness

The Weeklings editors, staff, and various contributors take turns answering the one question that matters most. Continue reading

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Fender Jazz

I had only recently discovered the glories of a naked body entwined with mine and, like every sex neophyte since time began, I had figured nothing would ever compare. I was wrong. Continue reading

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The Most Revealing Prince Video

The most revealing Prince video. Watch it while you can. Continue reading

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Prince, Todd, RuPaul, & Me

Prince and I did not get off, so to speak, on the good foot. While he would ultimately influence me ā€“ both personally and musically ā€“ as much as Bowie or the Beatles (my Trinity), his presence initially challenged the most important friendship of my life. Then, it cemented that friendship, and led to funk nā€™ roll adventures alongside a superstar-in-exile named RuPaul. Continue reading

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Welcome Thieves: An Appreciation

Our own Robert Burke Warren waxes on about Sean Beaudoin’s stellar, rockin’ Welcome Thieves. Continue reading

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The Hippie Angel

Robert Burke Warren’s Yuletide of death, porn, and a hippie angel. Continue reading

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My Rock & Roll Paris

I was in the land where the creators are revered; Paris greets artists with an affection so strong it gives an energy boost, life force, enabling one to go back to the blank space with faith, with no fear. And indeed, I was not afraid. I was the opposite of afraid. Continue reading

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