Thursday, August 28, 2008


This song and video are the REASON! Who ever styled the video is a true visionary before his or her time. I mean, that button-up blue top?

This song was actually a remake/response to an earlier bass song called Boom! I Got Your Girlfriend, with the same producer on both tracks. There's also an x-rated version of MC Luscious' jam that samples Paul Lekakis' Boom Boom Boom. Then Da Brat remade it in 2003, hit a girl in the face with a bottle of rum and is headed to jail for three years. Class dismissed.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008


Boys were looking bootylicious left and right at Good Times at Eastern Bloc last Wednesday, when we cranked up all things Destiny's Child, including (but not limited to) Kelly Rowland's solo work, Michelle Williams' brilliant new pop album and Beyonce's little sister Solange's debut.

Baby C, comin' atcha! Though Chris' birthday is coming up, he seems to have the magical ability to grow younger rather than older. Pact with the devil much?

These two were sayin' no no no no no (to having their picture taken), when it's always really yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.

Kyle, measuring his manhood once again.

Josh (left, with Danart and Ryan) was rocking a muscle-tank-turned-push-up bra, courtesy of American Apparel for women.

Remember when Destiny's Child as a group of four friends like this? I still miss LeToya and Latavia.

Nobody seemed to care (Buddy included, on the right) that I was repping Cross Colors except for me. CLOTHES WITHOUT PREJUDICE!

By this time, it was nearly 1130pm and the club was pretty much Jumpin' Jumpin, especially with that cutie on the left.

Jonathan (right), giving sequined trucker cap realness and giving me the genius idea to bedazzle my Cross Colors cap.

Jason (left, with Marko and Nate) is back from Texas, where he endured Cotton Eyed Joe dances for three treacherous weeks.

Don't chew on the sweater too hard. Winter is right around the corner, which means summer is right behind it.

Hot damn! I am voting that Ryan keep his hair short like this now and forever. Foxy indeed.

Patches (right) introduced me to his incredibly handsome friend whose name escapes me. Shortly after this pic was taken, handsome friend fell to the floor, making me think handsome friend may have had one too many Svedkas.

All around good times at Good Times, as evidenced by smiles in two out of three chaps pictured here.

Who's the Mary Kate Olsen lookalike and why is she pretending to smoke inside? That's like, soooo '02.

Jenna (left) and her teacher or professor or something, before she and he got completely obliterated.

Peace out, homie. Next time, don't let your friends cover up your bugaboobs. Get it? Bug a boobs!

Argentinian visitors, mesmerized by the Jason Nevins remix of Kelly Rowland singing Dilemma with Nelly. "Nelly, Iiiiiiiiiiii, need you."

Independent women part 1.

Independent women part 2.

Scotty is the biggest, baddest and bestest door man in New York City.

These two are waaaaaay excited because someone requested Corina's Temptation and I actually played it. Freestyle extravaganza 08!

Cousins. Identical cousins.

These dudes are like, it might be time to take you home sweetie and she's all, hells to the naw! I told y'all I was gonna bump like this!

GLAMOR INCARNATE JUST WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR! Behold the fabulousness that is Stephanie Stone (a.k.a. Charles).

Tranny chaser! Ned totally gets one of those pervy smiles when he sees someone as gorgeous as Stephanie Stone. And who can blame him?

Adorable dude on the right was not having it when I snapped this photo, maybe because he's embarassed of that Grateful Dead skeleton tattoo.

Stephanie Stone and the Boiler Room Gems: (from left) Evans, Kelvin and Buddy.

He is touched to the heart the I chose to include Trina and Kelly's "Here We Go" R&B ballad in my Destiny's set. I ain't try to hear it, not this time.

OBSESSION! Who is here and where did he get that look? I love it. British, perhaps?

Dude on the right was all about hiding from the camera for no apparent reason. I'm guessing he doesn't heart his picture being taken. Or Pat Kiernan.

Shiloh (left) and friend, probably talking about how she's the original Shiloh and she's all pissed now that some celebrity baby has ruined her name for life.

Get it! Ryan and Michael broke the dawn, Michelle Williams style.

Straight off the Jitney from the Hamptons, grabbing a Cosmo before hitting the hay.

Mike and a handsome jewish suitor, whose name I cannot remember because by this point, it was 230am and I had already played Kelly Rowland's Work (Freemasons Radio edit) like, 10 times.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREW! Andrew (left) is one of my best friends who lives in LA year round but comes to New York whenever he needs to get action.

Hi Jeff. Cute shorts. Cute 'stache too.

A photo of co-DJ Jimmy's impressive calf muscles, as requested by a certain reader.

Simon (left) and Kurt, looking forward to next week's Free Da Brat! party at Good Times.

Do I spy Valdez getting it on in the corner with a golden-shoed dude?

INDEED! Which is funny because after he left...

...he made out with this guy.

And this guy.

Oh, and Jenna was doing headstands all the while in the background.

Peace out.


Did somebody say free Solange Knowles and Michelle Williams concert at City Hall? I was so there.

Solange and I are kind of in a fight because she skipped out on my Good Times party last week but I forgave her when she sang Sandcastle Disco.

Solange could even have the voice and moves to become the next Beyonce. Now all she needs to do is get with a millionaire hip hop record mogul.

Work it out, gurl!

Miss Michelle Williams is a tiny little thing with a high-pitched voice that goes quite well with dance-y synthesizers on such hits as We Break the Dawn.

I was mostly distracted, however, by the ab show conducted by one of her backup dancers, who can break my dawn any night he chooses.


Two weeks ago, me and the boys vacationed in Provincetown, New England's answer to Fire Island or Brighton or any gay seaside beach resort that features tea dances and flag dancers.

The gay beach was quite rocky and a schlep to get to, apparently because the gays like to be secluded so they can frolic in the dunes.

Matt had a hard time tip toeing back to the blanket barefoot on the rocky sands.

Marc is a whiz at tuning everything out and completing crossword puzzles.

Matt and Mike are not a couple. I swear.

The oh so handsome Malchiore, tanning his lovely olive Italian skin.

Of course a gaggle of Brazilians magically appeared on the beach (don't they always) and gabbed and gabbed in Portuguese for literally two hours.

Sun them buns.

Sexy(ish) couple seated beside us.

Not so sexyish couple lettin' it all hang out and giving fierce full-body tattoo realness.

These guys were also seated next to us and loved posing for cute summer-fun-at-the-beach photos. No, they weren't posing for my cam but we snapped a pic anyway.

We stayed at the lovely Burch House, where Rocky and Jimmy Lee catered to our every desire until Matt got belligerent and started referring to guests by their room number rather than their name.

Provincetown nightlife is no East Village but the gays sure loved dancing along to 80s music videos at wave bar.

Hey Tim Murphy! We ran into lots of New York castaways over the weekend, as well as Rhode Island fags and Massholes from Massachusetts.

Matt and Mike are seriously not a couple. I don't know everyone always asks me if they are.

Mike jumped up when instructed to do so by the emcee, forgetting he had a drink in his hand, which then landed all over his head and body.

Gay jew summer camp reunion! Eric and I used to spend summers together out in Lenox, Massachusetts at Camp Mac Kee Nac. Now we look forward to summers together up in P-Town.

Mike, after a little too much to drink as the A-House was shutting down at 1am. Off to Spiritus Pizza, where my camera battery died.

But not before these lovely Rhode Island boys told me I was the hottest person in Provincetown. Thanks guys! I'm loving the bellies. See you next summer!