Tag: Sasha Selavie
Go West, Young Man!
Do first impressions count? Oh, juicy Christ at Christmas, yes! Haven’t you lost count of locking red-hot eyes with strangers, and later, locking pumping...
Killer Culture!
Lady Sasha ventures to the sumptuously salacious 1898 Bal du Rat Mort at The Royal Academy.
Riddle me this, Batman - whatever happened to...
Tainted Loving?
Who’s the real Marc Almond? A scabrous, hyper-eloquent, low-rent, Noel Coward? A deranged, barely-sane rock and roller, slithering in and slurping the sour, poxy juices...
The Beauty Of Poison?
All sizzling, perverse eroticism, Joe stabs an immediate fish-hook in any watching genitals! Half noir Norma Desmond, half pancake-orange Dale Winton, s/he’s instant love...
What Are Words Worth?
You know what? Everyday life is fuckin’ tough! Sure, pray every frantic second to whatever god floats your boat – Quentin Crisp in pantyhose,...
How Far Can Too Far Go?
What’s your idea of artistic outrage? Eating fresh shit from a dead, aborted foetus used as a plate?
Or mass, after-hours necrophilia in a morgue,...
She-Go Superbitch
What’s even worse than smug, raging ego, the Simon Cowell skid-mark on good taste? Got no idea? Than say hi to she-go, beloved by...
Let’s Worship The New Flesh!
Ever heard of body horror? The repulsive, beyond sick, totally in-your-face inflicting of gross sights and sounds on a helpless, passive audience? Well, in...
Gay Power Parade
Sasha Selavie peeks under the tights of comic-book icons and asks, ‘Who’s zooming who?’
Think comic books are kid stuff? Think again! For Dr. Frederic...
Gay Power Parade
Sasha Selavie peeks under the tights of comic-book icons and asks, ‘Who’s zooming who?’
Think comic books are kid stuff? Think again! For Dr. Frederic...
