Austin Blake Mullins

Child and Lover of the 1980s who lives somewhere between the lines of Balzac, the historicism of Foucault, and lyrics of Grace Jones.

By August of 1986 Dynasty had completed six successful seasons of mud slinging cat fights, incestuous liaisons, murder, blackmail, kidnapping, and above all else, gold digging; in early January the Challenger shuttle exploded, leaving a mournful nation looking towards the GIpper for comfort; Heart, Berlin, and Kate Bush streamed across the airwaves and blared out of speakers at The Saint as AIDS ravaged the gay communities of New York and Fire Island. Against a backdrop of capitalist soap opera, national sorrow, post-new wave pop, and a mass extinction, another lost Millennial was born on a Wednesday, in a small town once made famous by a forgotten Merle Haggard song.

December 6, 2016
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