This film is so fucking long even for Martin, and like a documentary with that narration. In the end, all of them are either getting older or whacked, but money still flows back to home, it kinds remind me of that phrase "Money is a bitch that never sleeps."
House as a kind of kinship/read and shade/whether the camera(director) having phallus/“the feminization of black gay men and the complex of racist, homophobic, misogynist, and classist constructions that belong to a larger hegemonies of oppression”/vogue dance/phantasmatic reality/justaposition of the “normal” scene and the ball