Manhattan Offender

Obiter Dictum - Brian Moylan is probably a pretty nice guy, but why does he write like a modern day Stepin Fetchit?

In response to this:

1. "We"
2. "This is the best thing to happen to gay people since poppers!"
3. "And thinking about the show gives us the same kind of dizziness as Jungle Juice." 4. "all-gay, all-day"
5. "fabulous"
6. "hello, what gay boy doesn't want their own Big Poppa?"
7. "gay-listers"
8. "There might even be a riot at Beige!"
9. "Squabbling about the Fire Island house, bitching about not being invited to the Marc Jacobs after party, twinks stealing sugar daddies from their best friends!"
10. "It's going to be—what do the gays call it?—fierce."

Is somebody forcing this methed-up/just-jack minstrelization or is it a style choice?

Just curious ...

* - Stepin Fetchit

Because there must be a blog for everything ...

My eyes rolled for "Look at This Fucking Hipster".  There was a brief interest in "This is Why You Are Fat".  Now, there is a site that can keep my interest:  "Dads in Short Shorts". 

Side note:  Can I just give some props to the old-schoolishness of using Blogspot instead of the Tumblr circle-jerk?

Yes, President Obama, we get that you're a badass and all, but we need you to stay alive.

Maybe it's the indoctrination of fear that permeated us throughout much of the Bush years still playing its tune in my mind, but I worry about our President these days.  Between the arrest of a terrorists that were allegedly targeting Fashion Week this past weekend* and the right-wingers taking guns on Amtrak to healthcare rallies, my worry isn't unfounded.

Hearing that Obama is at the David Letterman studio (RIGHT NOW!), a check-in was made with an editor at DC Comics.  As their office provides a view of the Ed Sullivan Theater, my curiosity was whether the Secret Service had swarmed the building, and, if so, if they were hot.  His reply?  "Nope! I'm surprised, actually." (Meaning that they hadn't been in the building, not that they weren't hot, as, well, he had no way of knowing if they were or weren't as THERE HAD BEEN NO CHECK OF THE BUILDING.)

Breath.

Anyway, your confidence and determination is appreciated Mr. President.  Really.  But protect yourself.  Please.

* - Watching the news of this over coffee with a friend Saturday morning, we decided the lead terror suspect was sort of hot.

Fox anchor outs self during interview with Corey Craig (maybe)

 

Sorry,but if you really like Fremasons' "Moving Too Fast", you just sort of have to be gay, don't you? It's, like really really capital-G capital-A capital-Y. If you listen to it and drink coffee, you don't have to add sugar. It's part-of-a-nutritious-breakfast gay. It's conservative-parents-kicked-you-out-of-the-house gay. If Good Day New York's Greg Kelly is out dancing shirtless tomorrow dancing on the Governors Island Water Taxi Beach to Corey Craig and Freemasons tomorrow on Governor's Island we'll be able to analyze his moves and know for sure.

Craigslist ad of the day - Flexin', Halen, sexin'.

Just for the record, this is not about me.

Thanks, Dustin, for sending.

Let's get busy this weekend

Wow.  That was a fast week.  As New York City hit 10.4%, suddenly all those Facebook statuses went from "at the beach" to "considering getting a new roommate".  Fashion Week was just a thing in the peripery vision of the masses since most houses cut their "party budgets" and the fashion shows brought more yawning than fawning.  Oh, and your cocaine is tainted.  What to do?

Friday night: 

• Remember last fall?  Friday was difficult to navigate as everybody and their sistah had a party going.  Now?  Not so much, but the strong have survived.  Snaxx is up and running at Westside Tavern, and there's free beer from 10 to 11.
• If you're wearing your mittens on cold, cold Fire Island maybe going to see Robbyne Kaamil's show at the Ice Palace will heat you up.  And Daniel Nardicio is throwing lots of parties and probably a yard sale to close out the season.
• If you're taller than 54", you can take Superman for a ride at gay night at Six Flags in New Jersey.  
• Once you're back from vomiting on a roller coaster, you can gag on the price of drinks at Highline Ballroom at Blowoff with the hairy heavies.  (Twenty dollars!?!?)
• Better?  Go to this Housing Works benefit.  Andrew Krucoff organized it.  People seem to swoon for him.

Saturday night:

• Just go to Rocket at The Hose.  Ryan and Ashton put the poo in shampoo.
• But first, check out Scooter LaForge's gallery show of monsters and tee shirts at Envoy Enterprises (131 Christie Street) from 6 to 9!  Ha-ha.  6ty9.  
• And before all that, work out a budget for the fall.  Ben Bernanke might be saying "The Recession is Over", you know he meant to say OVAH.  Watch your pennies, Penny!

Sunday

• I'm going to a museum every Sunday until I don't.  Last Sunday it was the Michael Arad exhibition at MOMA.  This weekend I'm stopping in to check out the landscape architecture exhibition, In Situ.  If the weather is crap, I'll be checking to see if Baz Luhrman's Romeo and Juliet has stood the test of time.
• New York's sexiest person (according to Time Out), Justin Bond is giving new show at Joe's Pub.  Yay!
• Those Sea Tea tours leave me wanting to swim to land after the first hour, but the heavy hairy crowd is doing one Sunday.  Apparently there is a free buffet.
• I prefer a boat to take me somewhere, not drift aimlessly.  Taking a ferry to the ongoing (and awesome) New Island Festival is an option.  You could even stay and dance for the very popular Freemason's gig.  (Forty dollars!!  Bernanke must be right!)
• Also?  Pink!, a play about twelve-year old girls at sleepaway camp!  It's not as innocent as it sounds.  This is the final weekend, so check it out!

Or just stay home and organize files on your computer.  Or organize your DVD's.  Mercury is back in retrograde, so good luck with whatever you decide.  Meanwhile, here's a theme song, to get you through.

While not a fan of gossip, good Rumours will always catch the ear

Inspired by the previous post. Thank you Timex Social Club!

Ernie Anastos may not be a chicken-fucker, but he might be a blumpie-lover

So local anchor Ernie Anastos made an on-air slip.  While it probably won't be a Corey Craig dance mix like Sue Simmons' "What the fuck are you doing/Sorry" mash-up from last summer, Anastos' "keep on fucking that chicken" is memorable.

What's memorable to me about Anastos is a story heard five years ago or so.  A woman was working with my ex who had dated the Fox news anchor.  They're relationship didn't last long though because she said he was "perverted".  Prodded with drinks, eventually the full story came out:  She couldn't deal with giving Anastos his prefered form of oral sex, the blumpie.  (Click the link if you don't know what a blumpie is; the description doesn't suit my lunch consumption well.) 

In the clip, Anastos' chicken-fucking comment is followed by assertions of exercizing women "looking good", so there's definitely something sexual happening in the cerebellum there.   The image of him receiving a blumpie has always persisted in my mind though despite two huge mitigating factors:  The story came from my ex, who was not good with "truth", and the woman worked in real estate, also not know for sticking to the facts. 

Lourdes' Celebration has everyone yet again talking about Madonna

It's the shortest of video teases, but the appearance of Lourdes in the new Celebration clip has everyone back on Team Madonna.  Who'd believe that a mere month ago everyone was on the fence?  Don't doubt Madonna again, for Mercy's sake.

Obiter Dictum - Almost a year after quitting, I've fully become the kind of self-righteous ex-smoker that every smoker hates.

In response to New York City to Try Ban on Smoking in Parks & Beaches:

Still smoking at this point is like still being a Republican at this point; you do it out of spite and willful ignorance.