Sunday, May 30, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
GOOD TIMES: POPPERS AND POOP
For a long, long time, Good Times fixture Mikey Lollo had dreamed of hosting a party called poppers and poop, maybe because it's a fun name for a party or maybe because he's a secret sloppy bottom who loves to huff. Either way, we were happy to make his Jungle Juice dreams come true at last Wednesday's Good Times party at Eastern Bloc.
Me, Mikey and our amazing party props, complete with popper bottles, Depends and a Poop-themed voting box for patrons to write in their favorite variety of poppers.
Feeling light headed early thanks to whoever put the poppers bottle in front of the electric fan AND the air conditioner.
You know these chicks were like, what the hell are poppers? Then they reenacted the entirety of two girls, one cup.
Enjoying my first ode-to-poppers track, Rush Rush.
Jacob (left) and Charlie just got back from a road trip around Milwaukee and Tennessee and lived to tell tales of radical faeries, Graceland and some dude who paid for both of them to fly out and meet up with him (!)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSH WEEKS (right)! Jimmy DJed for Josh and the rest of us as we chowed down on the poop-inspired mini-snickers that Mikey wrapped in Depends for the party.
Purple pants! It's just like MYKL's short-lived club persona Purple Pants from his days on the door at Mr. Black, the original downtown poppers den of the aughts.
Michael (right) was on his best behavior for his first visit to Good Times after a somewhat rabid biting spree in the basement of Vandam at Greenhouse three nights earlier.
"We will stand as far away from the poppers and poop side of this party as possible."
Wandering around the pole until something his way comes.
Something his way comes. And comes again.
MICHAEL W. (right) LOVES POPPERS! And we love him. And his cute bearded friend too.
She is giving you rosebud realness with those lips in honor of our transgressive theme.
A sheerly spectactular party all around.
We're actually heading up a poppers and poop gang this summer. Please inquire about application at an upcoming Good Times.
And speaking of upcoming Good Times, William (left) is celebrating a very rock 'n' roll birthday with us in three weeks, but not before we do Blaxploitation Good Times at our next party in honor of Keisha's birthday. Gant guests and we're serving up free Popeye's fried chicken!
All the loverssssssssss...
I spy a few of my favorite Scissor Sisters who really got down and dirty with the theme, including superstar DJ Sammy Jo, the incomparable Justin Bond and Scissor Sisters frontman Jake Shears.
JR (left, with Matt) has turned into my own personal buddha and will now lets me rub his belly for good luck/free drink tickets.
Ummmmmmmm.
Jimmy helped set up a promo for his friend's tshirt company, Mantagged (modeled by Darren and Gabe here), which makes shirt that can help identify you to strangers if they didn't already know that you're a pig or a bear. Or a shitty shitty popper bottom.
Andrew's muscles are going all limp to the N*Sync poppers anthem known as Pop. "Do you ever wonder why? This music gets you high?"
A deliciously dapper AJ (with boyfriend), pointing out that if you don't have a pair of purple pants, you're NOBODY!
The men of Mantagged. I'll take the bear, thanks.
Frisco birthday boy Tom D. was nice enough to model a gorgeous pair of depends once he was feeling good and ready.
And actually, the modeling never stopped.
IT IS NOT A POPPERS PARTY UNTIL RICH KING SHOWS UP.
Turns out Jungle Juice Plus was the winner of our poppers portion of the evening. Or, according to this particular ballot, the silver bottle feels fieeeeeerce.
And as for the poopers portion, well, I can only hope you witnessed Tom's spontaneous interpretive pole dance when Jimmy played Madonna's Like a Prayer. See you next week at Blaxploitation Good Times!
Me, Mikey and our amazing party props, complete with popper bottles, Depends and a Poop-themed voting box for patrons to write in their favorite variety of poppers.
Feeling light headed early thanks to whoever put the poppers bottle in front of the electric fan AND the air conditioner.
You know these chicks were like, what the hell are poppers? Then they reenacted the entirety of two girls, one cup.
Enjoying my first ode-to-poppers track, Rush Rush.
Jacob (left) and Charlie just got back from a road trip around Milwaukee and Tennessee and lived to tell tales of radical faeries, Graceland and some dude who paid for both of them to fly out and meet up with him (!)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSH WEEKS (right)! Jimmy DJed for Josh and the rest of us as we chowed down on the poop-inspired mini-snickers that Mikey wrapped in Depends for the party.
Purple pants! It's just like MYKL's short-lived club persona Purple Pants from his days on the door at Mr. Black, the original downtown poppers den of the aughts.
Michael (right) was on his best behavior for his first visit to Good Times after a somewhat rabid biting spree in the basement of Vandam at Greenhouse three nights earlier.
"We will stand as far away from the poppers and poop side of this party as possible."
Wandering around the pole until something his way comes.
Something his way comes. And comes again.
MICHAEL W. (right) LOVES POPPERS! And we love him. And his cute bearded friend too.
She is giving you rosebud realness with those lips in honor of our transgressive theme.
A sheerly spectactular party all around.
We're actually heading up a poppers and poop gang this summer. Please inquire about application at an upcoming Good Times.
And speaking of upcoming Good Times, William (left) is celebrating a very rock 'n' roll birthday with us in three weeks, but not before we do Blaxploitation Good Times at our next party in honor of Keisha's birthday. Gant guests and we're serving up free Popeye's fried chicken!
All the loverssssssssss...
I spy a few of my favorite Scissor Sisters who really got down and dirty with the theme, including superstar DJ Sammy Jo, the incomparable Justin Bond and Scissor Sisters frontman Jake Shears.
JR (left, with Matt) has turned into my own personal buddha and will now lets me rub his belly for good luck/free drink tickets.
Ummmmmmmm.
Jimmy helped set up a promo for his friend's tshirt company, Mantagged (modeled by Darren and Gabe here), which makes shirt that can help identify you to strangers if they didn't already know that you're a pig or a bear. Or a shitty shitty popper bottom.
Andrew's muscles are going all limp to the N*Sync poppers anthem known as Pop. "Do you ever wonder why? This music gets you high?"
A deliciously dapper AJ (with boyfriend), pointing out that if you don't have a pair of purple pants, you're NOBODY!
The men of Mantagged. I'll take the bear, thanks.
Frisco birthday boy Tom D. was nice enough to model a gorgeous pair of depends once he was feeling good and ready.
And actually, the modeling never stopped.
IT IS NOT A POPPERS PARTY UNTIL RICH KING SHOWS UP.
Turns out Jungle Juice Plus was the winner of our poppers portion of the evening. Or, according to this particular ballot, the silver bottle feels fieeeeeerce.
And as for the poopers portion, well, I can only hope you witnessed Tom's spontaneous interpretive pole dance when Jimmy played Madonna's Like a Prayer. See you next week at Blaxploitation Good Times!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
HOT CRIMINAL OF THE DAY
Swooning over Gary McGurk, the 24 year old who killed his criminologist girlfriend by hitting her in the head with a hammer four times, then burned on the belly with an iron, tied her to a bed with a cell phone charger cord and stabbed her in the neck to confuse cops about the crime scene. Weird. And sexy.
FEELING ALIVE AGAIN
Loving this new Goldfrapp megaflashback video. Wish they had included the Desi outtakes though.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
GOOD TIMES: BEAR-Y WHITE
Before our favorite disco bear DJ Mark Louque took off for a fur-filled summer up in Provincetown, Massachusetts, he popped by our weekly Wednesday Good Times at Eastern Bloc for one final guest spot with an emphasis on Barry White, which we accordingly called Bear-y White Good Times.
Somebody just celebrated their quinceanera! Wait, that would make her fifteen, in which case should shouldn't be out at a bar with her four favorite gays. Scratch that.
Artsy Good Times! Look for photographer Kelvin's work at an Envoy Galleries show any day now.
Casey (left), cozying up to a handsome bearded gentleman. Casey also bought me a vinyl LP this week just because. Thanks Casey!
Can't get enough of your love, babe.
Virginia IS for hustlers, though DJ Adam told me that his recent southern road trip with Daniel Nardicio proved that Virgina is not for handsome hustlers.
With Andy (right) not working at the Cock any more, he 1) seems to be in a permanent good mood (!) and 2) now has more time to come out and party with us. Chicago house music night anyone?
I thought all these types were rounded up and eliminated. Or maybe that was just that new MIA video that everyone is obsessing over.
Louque, using the force to entice cute boys up to his Wednesday Fagbash party up in Provincetown this summer.
Keisha (left) is about to turn 30 again and has requested a Blacksploitation Good Times in her honor after next week's Poppers and Poop party (aka Big Bottom Good Times since a Big Bottom goes good with Big Top, another nearby party). And Keisha's wish is our command.
Ryan (second from right) has been perma-smile all week thinking about the upcoming Diana Ross concert on Wednesday. Maybe she'll come after party with us. Can someone wrangle her gay son down to the East Village?
It was actually a full week of bear-infused disco dancing between this and the Horse Meat Disco men, who I DJed with at Vandam on Sunday, though we hear they really turned it out at a Brooklyn loft on Saturday.
Red leather Fila cap. HAYYYYY!
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
New York University has finally let out for summertime! Cheers to that.
CRUTCH TREND! Watch for it.
New York's newest tall couple, Gabe (right) and Stephen, who would reach approximately thirteen feet (3.96 meters) if one stood on the other's shoulders. Happy belated birfday Gabe.
Shaquanda (left), proving that he has so much love to give.
Late night lap dance.
Nita and Andy ARE the first, the last and my everything.
Paging Dustin's (left) mustache! Wherever you are, you are sorely missed.
Actually, I bet Dustin's mustache is hiding out in Kevin's beard, along with a few hummingbirds and that girl that went missing in Aruba.
Yes to this necklace! It's like doing a neck workout without actually having to do a neck workout.
BRODY IN SEQUINS! Now that's truly my everything.
Rollin' with the homies.
Paparazzi stalking Erickatoure and her entourage and hoping for some remixes of My Pumps ASAP.
Mark and Michael, letting the music play as they share an intimate moment. See you next week!
Somebody just celebrated their quinceanera! Wait, that would make her fifteen, in which case should shouldn't be out at a bar with her four favorite gays. Scratch that.
Artsy Good Times! Look for photographer Kelvin's work at an Envoy Galleries show any day now.
Casey (left), cozying up to a handsome bearded gentleman. Casey also bought me a vinyl LP this week just because. Thanks Casey!
Can't get enough of your love, babe.
Virginia IS for hustlers, though DJ Adam told me that his recent southern road trip with Daniel Nardicio proved that Virgina is not for handsome hustlers.
With Andy (right) not working at the Cock any more, he 1) seems to be in a permanent good mood (!) and 2) now has more time to come out and party with us. Chicago house music night anyone?
I thought all these types were rounded up and eliminated. Or maybe that was just that new MIA video that everyone is obsessing over.
Louque, using the force to entice cute boys up to his Wednesday Fagbash party up in Provincetown this summer.
Keisha (left) is about to turn 30 again and has requested a Blacksploitation Good Times in her honor after next week's Poppers and Poop party (aka Big Bottom Good Times since a Big Bottom goes good with Big Top, another nearby party). And Keisha's wish is our command.
Ryan (second from right) has been perma-smile all week thinking about the upcoming Diana Ross concert on Wednesday. Maybe she'll come after party with us. Can someone wrangle her gay son down to the East Village?
It was actually a full week of bear-infused disco dancing between this and the Horse Meat Disco men, who I DJed with at Vandam on Sunday, though we hear they really turned it out at a Brooklyn loft on Saturday.
Red leather Fila cap. HAYYYYY!
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
New York University has finally let out for summertime! Cheers to that.
CRUTCH TREND! Watch for it.
New York's newest tall couple, Gabe (right) and Stephen, who would reach approximately thirteen feet (3.96 meters) if one stood on the other's shoulders. Happy belated birfday Gabe.
Shaquanda (left), proving that he has so much love to give.
Late night lap dance.
Nita and Andy ARE the first, the last and my everything.
Paging Dustin's (left) mustache! Wherever you are, you are sorely missed.
Actually, I bet Dustin's mustache is hiding out in Kevin's beard, along with a few hummingbirds and that girl that went missing in Aruba.
Yes to this necklace! It's like doing a neck workout without actually having to do a neck workout.
BRODY IN SEQUINS! Now that's truly my everything.
Rollin' with the homies.
Paparazzi stalking Erickatoure and her entourage and hoping for some remixes of My Pumps ASAP.
Mark and Michael, letting the music play as they share an intimate moment. See you next week!
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