Gary Indiana

Articles by Gary Indiana

  • Fleapit: the Movie

    It’s true that someone at dinner last night lives in the Chelsea Hotel, and for years, as it happens, I regularly visited a friend there who has an enviably spacious apartment on one of the upper floors. But I have no nostalgia for the Chelsea Hotel. I never lived there. I don’t care about it now that its day is long gone. I never cared all that much about it ever, even if it was, once upon a time, a sort of comfort zone. Full story

  • Cries and Whispers in Obamastan

    In Cuba male prostitutes, 'pingueros,' have mixed in with gay people in Havana in growing numbers, numbers that correlate closely with the spread of private enterprise, income inequality, and foreign-made consumer goods. Full story

  • Late Drone Age Civilization: The Fossil Record

    Today the celebrated writer speaking at the 92 Street Y shakes his wiser head, recalling his youthful naiveté. The truth is, he didn’t realize then how brilliant he already was, and these airborne notions, political pieties, flights of surreal nihilism, and so on, crept in as cru… Full story

  • A Stone for Michael Stewart

    Last week you threw away a Crock-Pot your mom gave you for Christmas 20 years ago. What if some terrorist, or some lunatic mistaken for a terrorist, or a terrorist who is a lunatic, as so many are, fished that Crock-Pot out of the garbage and made a bomb from it? Could Mom’s thou… Full story

  • My Big Fat Gay Wedding

    I have a column due today for VICE. No idea for it whatsoever. Tracey said I should just print the email I sent her this morning. J. said, "Oh just write about gay marriage, everybody else is." All right, I’ll combine the two. Full story

  • Oh, What a Dirty War

    During the Dirty War in Argentina, members of the Catholic hierarchy were fully awake to what was going on around them. A few behaved decently and stuck their necks out for the victims; some were tortured and themselves killed. But most of the clergy in Argentina, unlike their co… Full story

  • Puppet Horror

    Hitler is the only individual besides Jesus Christ to exert such unflagging fascination. Jesus because so little is known about him, apart from hearsay. And Hitler because, despite everything being known about him, the ability of a flat-faced crackpot to plunge the world into Göt… Full story

  • Implications of the Horse Meat Scandal

    I don’t recall the exact wording of the note. It was tacked on a corkboard, obscured by notices and fliers, in a basement corridor of Otis Art School, when Otis was in the Wilshire District. Sheree Rose and Bob Flanagan, who took performance art to a place where it really hurt, h… Full story

  • Apes on a Gilded Treadmill

    The really tragic events at Downton Abbey are not Lady Cora’s miscarriage (brought about by the sinister, ever-machinating Miss O’Brien with a strategically placed bar of soap), or Bates’s unjust conviction for killing his wife (who ate a poisoned pie to make her suicide look lik… Full story

  • Let’s Face It

    Writers are not generally celebrities, but I did have one delirious fan. He kept me on the telephone for hours every night, during a period when I was snorting heroin to cure my insomnia. He terrorized me with idolatry. According to him, I was the only writer in the world worth r… Full story