Our Cher Bears mentality was pretty much 'if you build it (or call it a bear party), they will come.' These three, however, were already at the bar when I arrived downing pints and holding out for their hero: Cher.
Dude is like, how did I end up at the gayest of gay nights with a rabid pack of lezzies?
Keisha (right) once disclosed her real name to me and then told me it was a major secret. Then she created a facebook profile with her real name so I'm no longer shy about calling her MAXFORD.
Jimmy (left, with Sammy) was back in town to play us his favorite Arcade Fire Song, Rebellion (Lies) which never gets old no matter how many times he plays it which is usually once or twice a night.
Gypsys, tramps and theives. Tramps is the one with his tongue out (obvs).
My request for Cher impersonators pretty much went unanswered, though if you squint, the chick on the left could be a Bronx version of a 1960s Cher.
Okay, so we were a little short on bears but we'll take hairy unbuttoned henley shirts any day of the week (preferably Wednesday).
Holy smokes. The only thing that could ever trump my attention for a cutie with a moustache and an Iron Maiden shirt is this hotness and his Truth or Dare bottle tricks.
If you're still squinting from a few pictures before, you might mistake Knyko (top right) for a clean-shaven Josh Wood, who totally stole our idea for a Deborah Cox night so we're just going to have to revive Amber Alert, our late 90s gay icon party celebrating Amber.
Nate (right) to Matt: I got you babe.
THAT IS KEVIN CLAMATO'S REAL TRUE-LIFE COLOR! NO PHOTOSHOPPING NECESSARY!
Erik (in the white) and the boys of Brookly, right before their showstopping performance of Believe.
Do you wanna know if he loves him so?
It's in his kiss (that's where it is.)
Hi Noah (right). I am loving the seafoam green kicks you are sporting. I am also loving the major drunk face that Hurricane Jason (left) is sporting in not one, but two pictures this week.
He found someone! To take away the heartache. To take away the loneliness.
Papi chulos.
Yawnking or biting? Or both?
It's been a hot minute since we've seen the queen of all things southern and beautiful, colloquially known as Cat H., mostly because she left her beloved roommate DJ Jimmy for the Brooklyn shores of Greenpoint.
Definitely biting and not yawning and Evans is definitely not amused.
Michael (right, Mikey) also left the lower east side for the hipper hood of Brooklyn and Eastern Bloc's daily revenue has suffered as a result. Thankfully there'a always Mike Vassi, who now only lives one block away.
Danny (right), partying to the sounds of Cher's Half Breed and relating it to his own Jewish Venezuelan upbringing.
Jason (left) and Adnan, demonstrating the modes of swine flu transmission.
If Kyra is in the house and does not get into a fist fight with bartender Sammy, then the party is a success.
That's one way to get him to go home with you.
Me, Mikey, Telfar and Jessica Rabbit. I mean Harriet.
Andrew the trainer (right) and a handsome friend, both of whom have happily dubbed this new decade The Moustache Decade.
Pondering next week's party themes much like myself. But since there's a new Roisin Murphy single on the block, let's go with Roisin!
Only Big Scot could make Harriet look like an elf.
I think she was just embarassed that she hadn't been to her hair colorist in a while.
Party on Cher Bears!
Out from nowhere, the crotch-grabbing hand makes a creepy appearance.
Gays went cray cray when I played If I Could Turn Back Time.
And then they pretty much exploded when I played Party in the USA. Chick on the left was like, no seriously. Stop. I'm about to explode.
Cesar, Kevin and the sexy tricep of Ryan C.
If you left before 3am, then you missed my most amazing house set of all time ever. Nita (left), Xander (right) and Nelson (next picture) were all the inspiration that I needed.
As Cher once sang, take me home! See you next week.
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Come see my 1am set at Sugarland this Friday or my Bear Pool Party set for Drenched at the Grace Hotel this Saturday. xoxo
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