I've been sick with my lousy bronchitis for the past 2 weeks (Note to others: never clean out air conditioning filters without wearing a breather mask, bad, very very bad). Last Thursday I finally caved in and called in sick for a day. Wouldn't ya know it, it was like the most beautiful sunny day out. Sucks being sick in the summertime.
As I looked out the window at my beautifully-ugly cityscape view, I noticed the billboard sign across the way. OK so my view wasn't so bleak this today. I was greeted with a larger than life-size view of UFC Chuck Liddell. Yummy yummy and oh so sexy! Chuck Liddell is so fuckin' hot! And here he is he looking into my living room window and he's like 4 or 5 stories tall. It's almost like King Kong and I'm the lady in waiting, Fay Wray. Take me Kong Liddell! Imagine how big his dick is under those soft wrestler shorts. Mmmmm, I could climb up it and sit atop it and then sit n' spin on it and then slide down it, then run rings around those bulldozer-sized balls. Whoopee. I'd really much prefer to play with UFC Randy Couture, but Chuck will definitely do me. Ahhh Chuck, come on over, I'm just across the way, the doors open and I'm naked. I'm waiting.
Through out my entire adult life, I've always maintained a series of private-jokes (in-jokes) with close friends, and also made up names for people we would see all the time but didn't necessarily know personally.
I can remember quite fondly many names we (my 2 best friends at the time) had for people in ACT UP (circa 1989-1992), such as: Rat boy, Rude Boy, ACT UP'S Carroll O'Conner, Tic Tac Boy, Maya the Space Alien, Toilet Paper head, and ACT UP'S Tasha Yar (from Star Trek TNG), were just a few.
Fast forward to now, my best friend "sister-Alan" and I have a slew of private-jokes and "sayings". One I'm particularly fond of is, "Don't I look fetching today? Then we have the [fits any purpose to annoy you] "Full of Grace...Full of Grace". But one of my all time favorite private-jokes is this picture of the pig. I remember as we stumbled down 9th Avenue in Hell's Kitchen coming from Vlada lounge all liquored up on infused vodka cocktail, we cam upon this life sized pig and I somehow managed to snap a picture. My sweet-sister and I cracked up so bad, we were peeing. And now all I need do is shoot it off in an email to elicit laughter for days.
We finally had an exciting Sunday to look forward to. That imported party from London, XXL, was coming to town at Webster Hall on Sunday night. We went to their last party back in May. We had a blast and it was a party scene that we hadn't really been to before. Full of bears, big men, short, tall, hairy, smooth, and all hot. It was refreshing, great music, and fun perfomances.
But for reasons unknown to us, XXL's party last night had a really low turnout. We heard rumors that they hadn't promoted the party well. Perhaps, but I'd been seeing the ads in HX and Next now for weeks. That's really good advertising considering it's a once monthly party. I also saw lots of postcards in the bathroom promoting a night at The Eagle. So I'm a little perplexed why the Eagle wasn't promoting the XXL party. Very odd. But I don't know that for a fact. I'm only going by what I was told, and that was that no one at the Eagle seemed to know anything about XXL. I find this somewhat disturbing. I really feel the bear/leather/whatever/gay community needs to support each other because frankly it's practically non-existent in NYC.
But whatever, we felt great and the music was really really good and we couldn't help but dance. Unfortunately by 1pm with the already low turnout dwindling, we decided to call it quits. The two hosts at the door apologized to us and they offered us free comp tix for the next party. We are so there!
Moving on... Being 1am (don't worry, we both took Monday off) and still feeling great, yes great, we needed an outlet. So we headed to the Eagle to see how their late night Sunday night was. We stuck around for a little while but the crowd was mostly gone and there really wasn't much happening there. However I had several wonderful mini-conversations, it semed like every few minutes, with The Eagle's security man, Mike, who always makes me feel both welcome and safe.
Still feeling great and now yearning for something devious, devilish, exciting, and fun, we grabbed the gay rags and searched for whatever afterhours events might be happening. We really wanted to dance since we still had dancing feet. But as sad as it sounds NYC, the "crossroads of the world", has very little to offer in terms of an afterhours/underground scene, at least lately. So much for NYC being the cultural center of the Universe.
What we settled on was an "Underwear Party" at a place called China 1 at 50 Avenue B. We'd never been but we're intrigued. Only problem was that Robopapi wasn't weairng any underwear, he never does on weekends. So he kept his shorts on. And lucky for me I grabbed some brand new fresh underwears to wear on this night. Nothing worse than going to an underwear party with ratty panties filled with holes and stains. Sorry, that's just nasty.
Once downstairs and unclothed, we encountered a moderate sized crowd, but not huge. I guess it's slim pickin's at 2am on a Sunday night. But just our luck this cute Russian-like guy made a rather bold attempt at Robopapi as soon as we arrived. Suffice it to say we were entertained for the next few hours.
Stay tuned for the next announced XXL party. We'll be there for sure. I hope you will too,
I'm feeling a severe case of psychic doom lately. I'm getting a sense of something wicked this way comes on several levels. Here are my predictions for the remainder of 2006 (not necessarily in this order). Imminent, or probably in the next 2 weeks: A major NYC blackout, probably isolated to just NYC and surrounding areas. This is gonna seriously suck with weather digits in the 90+ range.
Within 5-7 years: In the U.S., a Civil "Culture" War. Because there's way too much diversity of opinion, socio-economics, beliefs, and "those that care and those that don't", in this country. We cannot just all get along.
Now, and increasingly over the next 5 years: Extreme weather and climate changes. If this Summer's heat wave is any indication of Things to Come, then watch the fuck out. Time to move up north. And imagine, Hurricane season hasn't even really begun yet. I can't wait, it's my version of the Super Bowl.
Within 5-10 years: A catastrophic event in the food chain. Someting will happen (pathogen or result of prediction #3) that will severly poison our food supply. We will all them be relegated to eating McDonalds and drinking Coca Cola.
Now, or within 2 years: World War 3. Oddly not in the way that we've all imagined it to come about with all out nuclear holocaust. But I sense it'll be more conventional yet more destructive than WW I & II combined. However, I sense there is a wildcard in there concerning nuclear weapons. I won't rule it out. Scary. So who knows if any of this will come true. But I can't ignore an overwhelming sense of doom I've been feeling for quite sometime now.
These are my blobs, blabs, and bleeps, my thoughts, rants & raves, army of robots, astronomical & extreme weather pictures...from a 40yo NYC-native homo and his robotic alter-ego.
