When the cows run for dear life and the streets flow over with lube. Yes, it's IML/Bear Pride time yet again. IML XXVII and Bear Pride XI to be exact. You know the drill by now. And if you don't, you might be lucky enough to meet a drill sergeant who'll get your ass up to speed. Just make sure that's all it's up to!
Before I continue, I want to address the recent current of fear and harassment swirling in the Gay bar community over drugs, in particular our bratty little kid next door, Tina.
I have heard from several establishments here in the city that customers and employees have been harassed and harangued by my favorites, the boys in blue. Crystal has become such a hot button issue that these morons are beginning to tromp all over our rights just to get their names in the paper attached to some high profile bust. I even heard from a certain bartender friend of mine that the pressure was so thick, the owner of this
certain bar was pressured into drug testing his employees. And when these harrowed protectors of our safety came in to give a school assembly type lecture to the employees, they didn't know as much as the most ignorant fag in the bar.
Watch yourselves out there. This weekend in particular. Everyone is running scared to let the people know that there is no tolerance for shit, which is cool. But will it cost us our comfort level? NOT ALL GAYS DO DRUGS. Shout it from the rooftops. Write your fucking congressperson. Don't let your friends get thrown around the legal system for a cause celebre.
And it goes without saying—if you do crystal, you're a fucking moron and all of this your fault. So don't even try it.
Sanctimonious much?
On a lighter note ( and pretty much anything imaginable could follow that statement ) Gay Idol continued this week at Crew. None other than the man in velour, Jeff finally chipped by into the finals. One word: sticktoitiveness.
Look for a picture from Scot's of Fausto from Free Press stroking his cock. Only in Nightspots.
Hello to Rob over at Clark's. We ran into Theron, who was the gay high school trick when I was in college. Not much has changed I see. So they talked about fashion and I switched off between falling asleep on the bar and inserting pithy fashion fuck-you's where I could. Somewhat hypocritical, though. You know I love me some Top Model ( go Naima! ) .
So then up to Jackhammer, where I encountered Charlie getting out of a cab. I thought that wasn't your place, Chuck. You seemed to be having fun. Especially when you started tearing the buttons off someone's shirt. Then the fun began.
I keep telling these boys at Hydrate to stop the violence, but do they listen? The swelling is beginning to subside. It's spreading down to Cocktail, though. Geno, you make a bloody mouth look hot.
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