Pictured Boystown Chicago's Michelle and Mark at Hydrate. pix by Kirk
OK, I know Pride is well passed by now. I was just so in love with the picture of young Julio that I had to put him on the cover right away. You will see the last remnants of Pride throughout this issue. Then, back to seedy late nite dives and drunks. You know, normalcy.
Despite what certain Radical Faeries may tell you, chocalate Martinis are indeed from Satan himself, especially when mixed with his henchmen vodka and Jagermeister. I've said it before, I'll say it again—I'd better grow out of this shit pretty soon.
Whoever was whoever was at Hydrate for their invite-only 1st anniversary reception. Thanks to Mark, Robert and everyone who has helped to make this first year one that will be hard to top.
OK, I also know that I haven't been out much since Pride. By this printing, I think I may be over the exhaustion. Let's hope—we've got plenty to look forward to. Girlesque Burlesque is doing their thing July 16. A visual delight, it is. Also, make sure you hit The Edge on their go-go boy night. Your crotch will thank me (ooh, I quite like that visual treat).