|  DREAMLAND FANS
 The latest fan is
 Heather Jones
 
 The whole gang:
 
 Aili Alechnowicz
 Alana Miller
 Babs Johnson
 Billy Franklinstine
 Blondie Nation
 Brooke Garr
 Chakatreatment
 Chie Kato
 Chris Hilbert
 Chris Wilembrecht
 Curt Marcucci
 Daniel Diamond
 David Robert Crews
 David Gouny
 David Heulun Jones
 David McNeil
 David Robert Crews
 Davide Scovazzo
 Della Deluxe!
 Devileen
 Duncan Craig
 Erik Weber
 Eugene Schroeder
 Eve Severe
 Gretchen and Kevin
 Grizelda
 Guy Mazzaglia
 Heather Jones
 Hex and Dze
 Hioni
 Jackie Divine
 Jacopo Coccia
 Jim Hollenbaugh
 Joanna Satana
 Jeff Smith
 Jerry Kochendoerfer
 Jimmy Pio
 Josh West
 Julie Taylor
 Kaleb Bronson
 Karie Sprockethole
 Kevin Johnson
 LULU
 Lurleen
 Lynda L. Hinkle
 Marko Sosic
 Massimiliano d'Italia
 Maxwell Drake
 Michael Simmons
 Mink Dagger
 Mister OohLaLa
 Orchidbau
 Polyester
 Polly [Esther] Styrene
 Poshgrrrl
 Rinaldo
 Robert Geise
 Sebastian
 Shaboobie Boobarella
 Simply Divine
 Sky Rockford
 Tom Korzeniowski
 Trevor Robinson
 Uvula Dangles
 Vanamal Lucifer
 Yakov Levi
 Yong Kim
 Zero Renton Prefect
 
 How do I become
 a Dreamland Fan?
 | The 
      confessions of Maxwell Drake 
  
           
 I first felt the tainted calling of John's films when only a mere child. 
        I had stolen my older brother's video rental card and gone to buy porn. 
        I covertly crept over to the Bi-curious section and started nosing around. 
        It was a small town so there was no gay or lesbian section in the porn 
        area. I guess the subtle message was that if you ever graduated past being 
        simply curious, you were shit outta luck.
 
 Among the sticky boxes was something that looked slightly out of place. 
        The only thing that hinted at its lascivious nature was the logo in the 
        upper corner, which read saliva films, with a slobbering tongue licking 
        the text. On the main body of the box's cover was what looked like a huge 
        fat woman, brandishing a gun. I was hooked. I took it home and so began 
        my love affair with Divine and John Waters. I had to hide the lesser milk-toast 
        porn from my insanely religious parents, and in due course returned them 
        in the drop box, but I kept that copy of Pink Flamingos.
 
 Ironically, several months later the video store that I had stolen it 
        from blew up after a gas leak in the basement.
 
 It was the perfect crime and I feel that the gods of filth had intervened 
        through my hands to save the film from destruction.
 
 These images are of large scale paintings from an art series I did entitled 
        "Femme Fatales" in which I did paintings of naughty ladies from 
        cult cinema. I hope you like them.
 
 Anyone who happens to have a myspace account can check out others in the 
        series on my 
        page.
 
 Thank you John Waters for a lifetime of laughter and enjoyment
 
 Maxwell Drake
 
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