Beth Sacks didn’t need a spotlight. She was the spotlight.
From the second she opened her mouth, you felt it. That voice. That big, bold, unapologetically theatrical, gospel-kissed, club-ready thunderstorm of a voice...
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📅 Tuesday, September 17th, 2025🕘 9PM – 1AM📍 Diego’s Bar & Night Club, Rehoboth Beach, DE
Grab your harness, fluff your fur, and dust off those dancing boots — because Bears...
I didn’t come here to be controversial.
I came here to tell the fucking truth.
Every time I post something about queer punks, skinheads, boots, leather, or god forbid — white laces — someone...
Let’s get this out of the way: the skinhead look scares the shit out of a lot of people. And honestly? Fair. Buzzed heads, bomber jackets, steel-toe boots you could kick in...
Where the Fuck It Started
There’s a certain kind of rhythm that doesn’t just move your hips — it grabs you by the collar, shoves you onto the floor, and tells you you’re...
They don’t make ‘em like Ozzy anymore.
I don’t mean that in the nostalgic, beer-commercial kind of way. I mean they literally don’t. The man was a fucking anomaly. A bat-biting, reality-television, eyeliner-wearing...
Let’s get one thing fucking crystal clear: queer dance music didn’t start on a Spotify playlist. It was born in basements, bathhouses, and busted-ass sound systems held together with duct tape and...