Musical Time Travel, Dirty Talk, and Food Play

Hello beautiful beings It’s late at night and Lou Reed is playing over my living room speakers. Dancing a fine line of inspiration and desperation, the lyrics of Dirty Boulevard dance their way through the air. It turns songs and Walk On The Wild Sidetakes its turn, memories coming back to me of 1995 sitting in a café with bottomless coffee and creamer in Portland as I talk with sex workers and queer punks about life, love, hope, and trying to find places to crash away from a home that was toxic. That amazing 1972 single whose A-side was “Perfect…