Desperate Living: Mortville in Revolt (opens in new tab)

The only favor I ever asked of a twink was for tickets to see John Waters introduce two of his films. I was the sole trans filmmaker enrolled in my school’s program, and I felt it was my right to see the king of filth up close. That night, he climbed onstage wearing pinstripes, grinning ear to ear, and I could just make out his devilish pencil mustache. I was mesmerized watching him talk about the chaotic masterpieces being screened, Cecil B. Demented (2000) and Pink Flamingos (1972). He was ...