#Taylor Dayne

[chic-beyond-the-wall]

What a Lady of house Dayne would wear

[figureskatingcostumes]

Juulia Turkkila and Matthias Versluis skating to a Taylor Dayne medley at the 2024 World Championships and 2024 European Championships.

(Sources: Wilma Alberti and Ester Ayerdi Photography)

[homosexualtransexual]

rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people (if you can) tagged by: @rag3-n-lov3

H - Hallucinate - Dua Lipa

O - One Night In Heaven - M People

M - My Heart Is Refusing Me - Loreen

O - Old McDonald - Ella Fitzgerald

S - Sax - Fleur East

E - Évidemment - La Zarra

X - XS - Rina Sawayama

U - U Wear It Well (Cast Version) - RuPaul, Priyanka, Rita Baga and Scarlet BoBo

A - All By Myself - Celine Dion

L - Love On Top - Beyoncé

T - Tell It To My Heart - Taylor Dayne

R - Rhythm Of The Night- Crystal Methyd DeBarge

A - After Everything I've Done For You (That You Didn't Ask For) - Donna Lynne Champlin

N - Never Too Much - Luther Vandross

S - Science Fiction/Double Feature - Richard O'Brien

E - Espresso - Sabrina Carpenter

X - X Offender - Blondie

U - UK Hun? - Lawrence Chaney, Bimini, Tayce, Awhora

A - Angeleyes - ABBA

L - Like A Virgin - Madonna

Defo not tagging everyone but: @slugworm @just-tryna-live-tbh @ollybear okay wait thats all my moots kinda sad omg

[angelunderheaven]

Taylor Dayne, 1989

[twixnmix]

Taylor Dayne performing on Formel Eins in Munich, 1988.

Photos by Fryderyk Gabowicz

[loveboatinsanity]

[cbjustmusic]

Curtis Mayfield and Taylor Dayne performing "People Get Ready". ____________________ People Get Ready Songwriter: Curtis Mayfield

People get ready There's a train a comin' You don't need no baggage You just get on board All you need is faith To hear the diesel's hummin' You don't need no ticket You just thank the lord

So people get ready For the train to Jordan Picking up passengers Coast to coast Faith is the key Open the doors and board them There's hope for all Among those loved the most

There ain't no room For the hopeless sinner Whom would hurt all mankind Just to save his own Have pity on those whose Chances grow thinner For there's no hiding place Against the kingdom's throne You know there's no hiding place There's no hiding place

So people get ready There's a train a comin' You don't need no baggage You just get on board All you need is faith To hear the diesel's hummin' You don't need no ticket You just thank the Lord People get ready

[9florwax]

How I feel listening to my current playlist:

[brendalamour1]

Tonight's Fancy Friday begins after 8pm EST because I will be busy running errands for the day. I'll definitely send out a blast when i go live. I certainly hope you'll join me for some fun, music and shenanigans 🤪 😜 😘!!

(Here I am pictured with miss petunia)

[ashotasfireandasdeepastheocean1]

...🎶❤️

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[chic-beyond-the-wall]

House Dayne inspired dress

[figureskatingcostumes]

Juulia Turkkila and Matthias Versluis skating to Taylor Dayne for their rhythm dance at the 2023 Finlandia Trophy, 2023 Nebelhorn Trophy and 2023 Grand Prix of Espoo.

(Sources: 1, 2 and 3)

[donnahinkleystaceytroy]

[kelly-clarksons]

February 16, 2024

[possiblyrhodri]

Taylor Dayne - I'll Be Your Shelter

[granvarones]

queer clubs were never places just to dance but sanctuaries for cultural expression and creativity. queer clubs have been spaces for escape, an environment where we could embrace our identities without fear, and before the advent of social media, queer clubs provided a physical gathering point to meet, connect, and forge lasting friendships. it was 30 years ago, in the summer of 1993, that i discovered all of the magic and importance of queer clubs.

picture it, north philadelphia in the blazing summer. i was an out and flamboyant gay 16-year-old, still my exposure to queer culture and people were limited to TV, music, and the few other queer teens in my neighborhood. david, a puerto rican teen who was not yet out to his parents, was one of the teens in my gay clique. unlike most of us in the clique, david had graduated high school, worked a full-time job, and owned a car. so it made sense that he would be our connection to life outside our hood.

one night in august 1993, david came to my house, because i didn't have a home phone yet (can you image?), to tell me that he had just experienced heaven. "i was just at a gay club, and it was amazing," he said. "they have teen night [18 and older] on wednesday nights, and i am taking you next week!" i remember being dizzy with excitement but knowing that i would have to convince my mother to allow me to go. she did! i just had to be back 2.30am.

the following wednesday, our clique of teens from north philly including my best friend robert, vicky, who's birthday had just passed, denise, carmen and i are packed ourselves inside david's tiny ass car. we made our way downtown to woody's - the gay club that david raved about. i remember the elevation i felt waiting in line to get inside. i could her the bass of the thumping music. i wanted to dance! after paying the $3 cover and begging the doorman to let me in despite my not having ID or being 18, we entered the club and baybee, it was like arriving at oz.

i cannot completely describe the feeling, but it felt like discovering a new world that felt like home. i looked around and saw a sea of other queer young people - just being, existing, and joyfully dancing to the c+c music factory remix of taylor dayne's "can't get enough of your love," blasting from the speakers. i thought, "oh wow, this remix is good!"

robert and i rushed to the dance floor and began dancing a kind of happy dance that our bodies had long been waiting to do. a dance that didn't require us to be defensive from the snickers or whispers from onlookers. the dancefloor felt like it hovered over that bullshit. our clique danced that entire night. we created a utopia that we took back to the block. the same way david had brought it back to us.

woody's teen night became our weekly gathering place for the following year. my 7pm curfew remained except for wednesday nights. my mother gave me $10 to pay for my and robert's cover. this was her way of ensuring that i had access to a safer space outside of our home. she may have never walked a pride parade or attended a P-FLAG meeting, still my mother was all for me fagging out at the club - once a week.

as the 1990s ended, so did woody's teen night and the friendships within the clique. life happened. however, 30 years after the utopia i experienced with them on that dance floor guides the safer spaces i cultivated with friends in my adulthood. i still relive that magical feeling i had that night. i still luxuriate in the memories every time i hear taylor dayne's "i can't get enough of your love." a refrain that perfectly captures how i felt about that loving clique of friends and that extraordinary night in august 1993.