Following is a comment I wrote on Michael Musto's blog. Click through to find read what provoked me.
There are plenty of one-night stands to be had out there. I question your choice of venues. The eyebrow-threaded, popped-and-ironed-collar, dihydroxyacetone-dyed cosmo drinkers at [insert name of Hell's Kitchen venue here] are bad lays anyway, Michael dearest.
The problem is more that there is now a variety of gay venues from up-market to down-market. You're making choices to go to chi-chi cha-cha bullshitterias when you could be at the bumpy-bump bam-bam cocketerias.
(The real problem is that everybody now carries a fucking camera in their phone. (Myself included.) Any illicit activity is photographed, broadcast, and cataloged. For this reason, the feeling of intimacy/privacy/safety in public spaces has forever been abandoned in the public gay venues. Thus the retreat to one's own home in order to let the cock free. (Hell, I am hesitant to even to go to a trick's place, fearing a hidden cocksucker's camera catch me and throw me out to x-tube.))