Hell's Kitchen...

Cockoholic points to Fagat post where they write: But we must object to the inclusion of Hell's Kitchen. Sure, some bargain-hunting gays live there, and yes, Therapy is nearby. But if HK is the future of gay life in the city, we may just move to South Second, WI. We're no experts, but this is a neighborhood best known for its cramped sublets with fake walls, framed posters, second-hand futons, fake plants, and mismatching Ikea furniture. From what we can tell, the gays that live there are a bunch of double-denim-wearing, TKTS-stub-clutching, DEP-gel-using, Instinct-subscribing, chin-pube-sporting, RENT-soundtrack-(still)-singing, triple-finger-snapping members of Dolphin Fitness. Who couldn´t even get their shit together to live in the East Village. snap! snap! snap!

I read this finger-snapping tirade with amusement - "bargain-hunting" gays, spoken with a disdain of someone who imagines that Therapy is a redeeming institution.

meh.

As I start to explore the world of gay sociability in New York - I'm struck by how the general cliquishness of the city also permeates the gay scene. It's easy enough to see why someone would bother starting up a gay variants meetup group... paradoxically an outsiders clique...

Also the social permeability of gay dancefloors and bars I've encountered in other cities just don't seem to exist here! All interactions in most clubs here seem to be structured by race and looks in pretty egregious ways. Man - all the gays who were ostracized in their po-dunk towns really internalize all that crap - which then manifests itself in general bitchiness once they migrate to the big city.

Which brings me back to the topic of the ipod listening, American Apparel wearing, faux-hawk sporting, wide bracelet wearing, equinox gym-going, cooler than thou hipster types that populate the oh so ridiculously expensive area formerly known as alphabet city - get over your arrogant bitchy self!

posting more frequently

Well - let's see what's happened since the busted-lip threesome.... not much. Been veg'in out a lot - binged on the entire run, thus far, of the third season of Veronica Mars this past weekend in one prosecco fueled evening. I fell in love with the show during the first season - it was the perfect mix of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Twin Peaks - noir done in pink and green.

One of my friends describes the show in relation to Buffy as thus: "Buffy always did the right thing no matter how much it hurt. In the world of Veronica Mars, there is no "right" thing to do. Truely the Buffy for our times." I'd have to agree with him. However, the second season never quite gripped my the way the first season did (except for one memorable jury duty episode), and initially the third season didn't inspire fervor either.

That said, I have to confess that there's something about telly binging that's infinitely more satisfying than having to wait weeks and weeks for the resolution of an arc. I say this as I wait for my episodes of Heroes (1-11) to come through....

whoo hoo!

I'm non-influential! If I had scored any higher, the results would have been highly suspect....

Insomnia

What a fall it has been - after traveling this summer and spending some time in Southern California - I returned to a ridiculously busy September, October, & November. I can hardly believe that it is already December!

But you didn't what a generic posting... my cover was blown on this blog, so i'm a bit reluctant to discuss the things that I had initially set up this blog to write about... my misadventures in new york city...

But, I'll throw caution to the wind and write a bit about my latest acquisition this evening. First a quiz.

How did I acquire busted lip and a black eye earlier this evening?

A) From the fists of a mugger on the streets of Hell's Kitchen
B) By walking into a door that someone opened from the other side(no, really! I'm not in an abusive relationship).
C) From a bottle of champagne to celebrate my film being picked up for distribution.
D) By being way uncoordinated in a threesome setting.
E) None of the above.

tick-tock.

The answer is D! Due to some seriously uncoordinated threesome sex, I am now up at an ungodly hour with a headache unable to fall asleep... well, maybe some details about the event would be useful. Basically I leaned in just as the guy was sat up. WHAM! Forehead to face. Ouch! Apparently with me, it's not a real hookup unless minor injuries occur (c.f. this summer's tooth chipping incident on a boat in Vancouver). Seriously, I felt concussed and kinda ended up not having as good as a time as I might have (was a trooper though and kept on going, even though the busted lip meant no more kissing). meh.

So I'm revisioning this blog, debating whether or not I can make the commitment, to (at least) weekly updates on stuff happening around with me and NYC... or if I should just give up... and cease BLAH BLAH BLAH-ing on the internet under this pseudonym.