GOOD TIMES: CANCERS HAVE MORE FUN

This week at Good Times, we celebrated the birthday of two very special celebutantes, Mark Pingol and Tim Murphy. Both boys enjoy diva jams, so DJ Jimmy and I made sure to pack as much Madonna and Mariah as possible.


Kevin (left) and friend are bringing sexy back. Doesn't that sound almost retro to say nowadays?


Jesse laid out on his rooftop for like, eight hours straight last week, but I think his burn has finally turned into a tan. Or else its just made him really really shiny.


I'm all about guys with noses like the one on the right. Do you think he's jewish perchance?


Jen and Bob got toasted before the party but still made it till well past midnight.


I was probably playing something like Deeper and Deeper right around now and the kids were loving it.


I have been accused of dating people who vaguely look like me, but these two are like cousins. Identical cousins.


David (right) and friend were all hugs earlier on in the evening...


...while Matt (left) and JR were all kissy early on in the evening. In a friendly kind of way.


Sammy (right) and friend are like, PLAY SOME MANSON!


I love that American Apparel shirt on the right, even if everybody in New York owns it.


Yuki (left) is literally twice as tall his friend on the right but you can't really tell in this picture.


PACKED! Thunderstorms don't mean shit to us at Eastern Bloc on a Wednesday. The party still rages.


These two have a Martha's Vineyard meets Mardi Gras look going on.


Christian (left) and friend did not complain that I didn't play Umbrella ONCE this week. Okay, I played a weird dance remix of it, but so what?!


Happy Birthday Mark!!! (on the left.) His friend Nile (right) was like, you betta play the extended version of Beyonce's Get Me Bodied so I can get my Naomi Campbell walk on!


And happy birthday Timberly! Tim made sure to carry his bouquet around all night so EVERYBODY knew that it was his party.


Cameron (left) and some dude wearing a hot pair of daisy dukes repped for Brooklyn.


Clint (a.k.a. Baby) was totally startled but the taxidermy rooster. Like you've never seen cock before, Clint.


Youtube's Matthew Luke Sandoval made a special guest appearance before going home to work on a musical score, shirtless of course.


Kissy kissy kissy. Everyone was so kissy at Good Times this week.


This is the most romantic picture I've ever taken (although I didn't really take it because I was DJing). The smiles, the disco ball, the Justify My Love soundtrack in the background...


Scott and Dave came through and lovvvvvvvvvved the Shannon song I played, Give Me Tonight.


I don't speak spanish but these guys make me wish I did.


Marc (left) and friend say heck no to techno.


Hi Bill! I heard the pinball machine was broken. I also heard you're a pro when it comes to workin' dem balls.


Kevin's (right) back in town! Now get back on the pole!


Best. Picture. Ever. No caption necessary.


The french are coming! Seriously. Pretty soon there will be more French dudes than Americans in New York if Ludo (left) has his way.


David (left) moved on from hugs to kisses in no time. The rest of the pictures of him are censored for good reason.


Deep V's = out. Very unzipped hoodies on hot guys = in.


Ummmmmm, Scott (left)? Why do photos like this always turn up when someone serves you whiskey?


I hadn't seen David (left) in ages but I think he ran out of there once we started playing Cathy Dennis.


And of course, your co-DJ of the evening, Jimmy Im, flexing his man muscles on wheels of steel. See you in two weeks (I'm gone for the Fourth of July).

Oh, and if you're around this Sunday, July 1st, come by the Cock cuz I'll be guest DJing all night long and playing retardedly fun song's like Lionel Richie's All Night Long.

REBEL GIRL YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF MY WORLD

Diarist Lesley Arfin, 28, grew up in a jappy Long Island suburb just like me! She went to shows at the Right Track Inn. and PWAC, just like me! She wanted to be popular but never really succeeded so she took lots of drugs and ended up on heroin before sobering up at the Betty Ford Clinic and getting her own Vice Magazine column. I, ummmm, became student body president, began fainting whenever I took drugs and now write freelance articles and DJ a whole lot.

Last night, I read Lesley's new book, Dear Diary, cover to cover. While I can't relate to a lot of the bullshit adolescent girls have to go through, I felt like my sister or best girl friends had just given me the keys to that locked treasure trove of gossip I had always tried to pry open. Buy it here.

OPEN LETTER TO FOXY BROWN

Damn Foxy. I used to love you. Remember when I went to your in-store signing in Queens and you kissed me on the cheek? Who knew you were only 5'2"? I sure didn't. I'm sorry you keep getting arrested again and again and again. No one deserves to have their hearing aid stolen by their pimpin' ex-boyfriend's hos. I hope The Ill Na Na 2 eventually sees the light of day.


This is the dancehall remix of Foxy's last single of merit. Call me soon, Foxy!

Foxy Brown - Come Fly With Me (Dancehall Remix)

HAPPY GAY PRIDE!

I'm staying in today since I'm DJing later on tonight at Eastern Bloc (10pm, for those of you who'd like to stalk me), but in honor of today's holiday, I offer you with a photo of my favorite hard-on ever, taken by and featuring my favorite intern ever, Diana.

SNITCHES GET STITCHES!

...or they get branded on the face with the word SNITCH. Sucks, doesn't it? Aren't the alleged kidnappers kinda hot though? Like, white trash hot, in that "its 4am and you're still hanging around the Cock" kind of way.

GOOD TIMES: SWEDEN IS SOOOO GAY

I told everyone that this Wednesday would be Madonna week at our Eastern Bloc party, Good Times, in honor of my dear friend Tim Murphy's birthday (Holiday! Celebrate!). I was wrong. Tim's birthday is not until next Wednesday. My bad. The party was still bumpin' till 4am though with drunken revelers and gay swedes.


Diana (left, with Anne and Caitlin) finally made it out to the party after gruelling hours at her new job. Happy graduation Diana! Welcome to the world of working while hungover.


Craig was looking mighty suntanned last night while his friend was looking mighty cute. Well, Craig was looking cute too. Cute and suntanned.


These dudes paused from their makeout session to see what all the flash photography was about.


Joe (left) does his best impression of taxidermy alongside bartender Darren.


My heart is melting from the cuteness of the boy on the right.


Andrew (left) always wears lots of his buttons unbuttoned in a very seductive manner. On an unrelated note, someone told me that he could only pole dance to Pussycat Dolls' Buttons. Needless to say, he did not pole dance last night.


DJ Jimmy Im (left) is recruiting white boys to turn Asian. Matt is victim numero uno.


Mark (left) and Andrew are praying for a Spice Girls reunion and throwing Girl Power peace signs at any and every opportunity.


I think this guy took a picture with literally every person at the bar. He was quite the chatty cathy too.


Deep in conversation? Or about to test the perfect symmetry of a three-way kiss?


Lots of people don't know what to do when you tell them you're gonna take they're picture. I think this guy was just like, A-OK, mate! while his friend was like, ummmm, no.


Dudes look totally wholesome, clean cut and hot when they rock button-downs on their evenings out...


...then they jump up on the pole and the next thing you know, they're cooking up heroin in the bathroom and blowing the DJ in the booth. Just kidding. (More like I wish.)


Brooklyn gays! Actually, I don't think these two live in Brooklyn only because their shirts aren't really all that raggedy. The glasses threw me off.


Hot gay Swede! This guy told me he's from Malmo and that he was really enjoying his time in New York. Why are all Swedes nice and handsome?


Happy Father's Day daddy. I got you a present.


Rich loves getting trashy, even when he's only had like, half a beer to drink.


This guy told me his name twice but I can't remember it for the life of me. I know. I'm a total bigot.


Suzanne made a late-night pit stop at Good Times and ended up staying till they had to kick her out. Then she called me and was like, AFTER HOURS!


Please take note: this is the appropriate depth for a v-neck tshirt.


Bradley just moved here from London and really loved all five remixes I played of Amy Winehouse's Rehab. Okay, I only played two and they were spaced out by a few hours.


Next Magazine in the house! Justin and friend were totally scouting coverboys for future issues. I think they should do an issue totally devoted to gay Swedes living in NYC.


My oh my! Where was this one hiding all night? FYI: I totally have a salt and pepper fetish.


"Hi Ann! I know you want to singalong to Jefferson Starship's We Built This City reallllly realllllly badly but the bar is crowded right now. Sorry!"


This one only wanted to hear Daddy Yankee's Gasolina, so I played and he went bananas in that typical reggaeton scrub-the-ground kind of way.


More gay Swedes! Actually, Tony is from Chile but has lived in Stockholm for like, 20 years or something. Does that make him Swedish? Cuz he's certainly cute enough to pass for a Swede.


CLOSING TIME, BITCHES! GET OUT OF THE BAR.

I'll be back at Eastern Bloc THIS SUNDAY, June 24th at 10pm till late for a special gay pride DJ set. Come say hi. In Swedish, of course.