the joys of re-connecting with old friends
I hung out with Stan today, which if you know me and you know Stan, means a whole hell of a lot. he's my friend from college, we lived together at some point and shared a lot of experiences. he was my NYC-friend in RISD, the first and only one i met who knew what batcave was (way back when batcave existed, before it became rebel or mr. black or whatever it's going to be when mr. black moves) who was from the same immigrant background as me in the same NYC way. he stayed at RISD through his junior year then dropped out to find his fortune, we kept in touch for years after, until one day i realized that due to his insane debt and itinerant lifestyle i no longer had a working phone number or email for him, take note: his last name is so complicated to spell that googling him would have been futile. so we wound up not speaking for 2.5 years, then all of a sudden i get an email for him (i am relatively easy to google) , saying "hi" and telling me that he was living outside of LA of all places!
this was months ago, last week i got a phone call from him saying he'd be in town and that we should hang out. we totally did and i feel like i got a part of myself back i didn't even know was missing, a very gay part. Stan is quintessentially gay, not a flamer or queen, but just GAY, if there was a gay element in the periodic table they would call it "Stan".
this is not the best picture of Stan and this is my fault,
it was hot and he was hung over and i kept screaming at him to fondle the Tanuki
we caught up on everything and got comped some free drinks and eats from a swank bar where everyone knows his name. Also where the cute waiter chimed in with Stan to expound to me the glories of using douches and colonics before anal play.
I am kind of pissed that he was wandering around NYC for two years before moving and didn't meet up with me until after the fact, but i am glad we got to see each other now, when we are both older and saner but not yet boring. And now i'll have some one to visit in LA!
Two weeks ago David and i went to Boston to a)visit Grace and b)so David could visit his friend/x-g/f Nicole. it was our first trip together and i believe his first time on the Fung-Wah which is a transformative experience indeed!
we came in late friday night, David left early in the moring to hang out with Nicole and her husband i got up much later to eat eggs with grace and Patrick and go shopping/antiquing.
the fur trimmed wrap needs no explanation but i would like to know what that baffling piece of Americana racism is, and what it has to do with a jiggaboo having a chick in it's mouth
i'm glad we split up for the day b/c i got to get my girly time on with grace and David got to catch up with an old friend. then we met up to go to the aquarium and watch penguins molt:
then we had a picnic on the roof. we did have plans to go see a band we liked at midnight but we'd found out earlier that the show got canceled, so we went to a local bar instead... where i got a lesson on tequila, including free samples, from the bored bartender who was feeling generous that night.
A month ago right as i was about to put up "The Post Party World Show" Sasha Z. came up to NYC from Pittsburgh. I see her about once a year and when I do it's usually after being mauled by my family for 2 days so I am never a good time. I was going to stay in and work but decided to take her and her b/f out instead. To at least make up for the awkward political conversation I forced her in to on my last visit.
We first went to a burlesque show at the Slipper room, this was basic tassled boobie shaking PLUS an MC with flipper arms covered in red glitter cracking terrible jokes.
From there we went to the Bulgarian bar. recently the bar had added a stripper pole and a vodka booth. A refrigerated phone booth were you don a furry hat and pay $10 for two minutes to drink as much vodka as you can possibly manage. We didn't do the vodka room but I do have a sore thigh and a bruised groin from the stripper pole, yup. Sasha is an impressive drunk, she can put away even more than me and she just gets more and more cheerful the more she drinks, a true Russian.
there are some awesome pictures of that night but Sasha has not sent them to me yet, no matter how often i ask, she may have intentionally erased them in order to hide the evidence.
this was months ago, last week i got a phone call from him saying he'd be in town and that we should hang out. we totally did and i feel like i got a part of myself back i didn't even know was missing, a very gay part. Stan is quintessentially gay, not a flamer or queen, but just GAY, if there was a gay element in the periodic table they would call it "Stan".
this is not the best picture of Stan and this is my fault,
it was hot and he was hung over and i kept screaming at him to fondle the Tanuki
we caught up on everything and got comped some free drinks and eats from a swank bar where everyone knows his name. Also where the cute waiter chimed in with Stan to expound to me the glories of using douches and colonics before anal play.
I am kind of pissed that he was wandering around NYC for two years before moving and didn't meet up with me until after the fact, but i am glad we got to see each other now, when we are both older and saner but not yet boring. And now i'll have some one to visit in LA!
Two weeks ago David and i went to Boston to a)visit Grace and b)so David could visit his friend/x-g/f Nicole. it was our first trip together and i believe his first time on the Fung-Wah which is a transformative experience indeed!
we came in late friday night, David left early in the moring to hang out with Nicole and her husband i got up much later to eat eggs with grace and Patrick and go shopping/antiquing.
the fur trimmed wrap needs no explanation but i would like to know what that baffling piece of Americana racism is, and what it has to do with a jiggaboo having a chick in it's mouth
i'm glad we split up for the day b/c i got to get my girly time on with grace and David got to catch up with an old friend. then we met up to go to the aquarium and watch penguins molt:
then we had a picnic on the roof. we did have plans to go see a band we liked at midnight but we'd found out earlier that the show got canceled, so we went to a local bar instead... where i got a lesson on tequila, including free samples, from the bored bartender who was feeling generous that night.
A month ago right as i was about to put up "The Post Party World Show" Sasha Z. came up to NYC from Pittsburgh. I see her about once a year and when I do it's usually after being mauled by my family for 2 days so I am never a good time. I was going to stay in and work but decided to take her and her b/f out instead. To at least make up for the awkward political conversation I forced her in to on my last visit.
We first went to a burlesque show at the Slipper room, this was basic tassled boobie shaking PLUS an MC with flipper arms covered in red glitter cracking terrible jokes.
From there we went to the Bulgarian bar. recently the bar had added a stripper pole and a vodka booth. A refrigerated phone booth were you don a furry hat and pay $10 for two minutes to drink as much vodka as you can possibly manage. We didn't do the vodka room but I do have a sore thigh and a bruised groin from the stripper pole, yup. Sasha is an impressive drunk, she can put away even more than me and she just gets more and more cheerful the more she drinks, a true Russian.
there are some awesome pictures of that night but Sasha has not sent them to me yet, no matter how often i ask, she may have intentionally erased them in order to hide the evidence.