When I first moved to Baltimore for grad school, an unknown "12 O'clock Boy" used to circle my block like clockwork at 3 AM every evening. Nothing says "Charm City" like an early morning dirt-bike serenade. If you don't have any idea what I'm talking about, watch the trailer below, then click on this LINK to support a worthy documentary.
It's The Wire on Wheels.
In the grand tradition of gay icons like Divine and the Beales of Grey Gardens, this film should at least slake a hearty queer appetite for all those interested in obscure regional dialects like myself-- a Black Power bookend to John Waters-style Bawlmerese: