When I was growing up, daddy drank watery brands like Rheingold, Miller, Schlitz, Budweiser and Narragansetall beers sold in Bostonand there wasnt much else. Nowadays, imports and microbreweries have taken over. It just so happens that East 7th Street between 2nd and 3rd avenues is a primo spot for beer with three venues: Standings, Burp Castle. Read more Read it in print

Faggots usually avoid pussy. It’s become a cliché. But last week Earl Dax reunited them with Pussy Faggot!, an evening of queer performance and culture at practically-in-the-East-River spot The Delancey Lounge, attracting a motley crew of performers and attendees, with something for everyone—faggots, pussies, pansies, drag queens and kings, straights and anyone who likes to have fun. Read more

“Hey! That’s Patti Smith!” one of my friends whispered. Who? Huh? I didn’t see her anywhere, but was told she was wearing a blue cap with granny glasses. “There’s Debbie Harry!” I didn’t spot either of them, but then things have changed since the ’70s. We all look a little different. Michael Stipe was easier to spot with his thick black glasses, standing at the door greeting everyone who entered the gallery. Read more Read it in print

Trouble loves me and I love trouble. I like to start a new year off with a bang, but not a tumble. “Are you OK?” someone asked, concerned. Not really—my lip was bleeding and my ankle sprained. I shouldn’t have worn those red patent leather slides but it was the Red & Black Masquerade Ball that the Rated X Panty Party team held at Don Hills. Shortly after I arrived, I tripped over a drum set near the stage. I´m a klutz.Two nights earlier, my warm winter coat was pilfered at The Gates. Aren’t clubs fun! But the crowd at Rated X was hot, clad in latex and leather, chains and studs, with spiked hair and pierced, tattooed faces. It was a dark and scary New Year’s Eve, with none of those vanilla party hats and noisemakers in sight. Read more Read it in print

Waking up last Saturday morning, I noticed a stamp on my hand that read “Fuck You.” It was just my style.And also very much the style of The F Word—humor and a touch of crass sass—which has resumed in a new setting at Rebel on West 30th Street after leaving Santos Party House. The party will be held every Friday night from now on, hosted by the inimitable Godfather of nightlife Michael Formika Jones.“This will be a real New York party—a big club with cheap drinks, DJs who play what they want instead of horrible pop music and a friendly mixed crowd,” he told me. Expect men, women, bears, cubs, twinks, dykes, trannies, lap dancers, hot go-go boys and disco divas like me.You’ll get to see musical acts like Sylvia Tosun, Peaches, Joey Arias and Jasper James. “It’ll be a fourroom creative party that stimulates you artistically, physically and musically,” he said. Read more Read it in print

Cycle, Sylvias Place, Baileys House and New Yorks Bear Den. Clark entices performers who are either singers or porn stars, so far snagging the likes of Michael Brandon, Robert Van Damme, Matthew Rush, Mike Dreyden. Read more Read it in print

It’s been said that it would take an open bar to get me into one of those slick new health clubs, and that was no freakin’ joke. It wasn’t just the V&Ts that brought me to David Barton’s new Astor Place gym, it was the health honcho’s eighth annual Toy Drive, which collects thousands of toys for needy kids. Guests were welcomed by co-hosts including Barton and his wife, party diva Susanne Bartsch, fashion designers Marc Jacobs and Narciso Rodriguez, hotelier Ian Schrager, photographer Patrick Mc- Mullan and chef Art Smith. Read more

You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I’m telling you why! Phantasmagoria reigned supreme at “Unholy Night,” the 8th annual installment of Chaos & Candy, a Read more

The elegant Pendavis was quite the vocalist, with a tinge of gospel blues. Vine, the slender blonde leading the blonde, was breathtaking in her blue-striped ensemble. Then Arias sang some of those smoky Billie Holiday numbers. I first met Arias back in the late 70s on the Oyster Bay set of Woody Allens. Read more Read it in print

Girlfriend, you don’t want to flash your gash exiting that taxi! Get thee to Miss Vera’s and learn how to move like a lady—even if you aren’t one. That’s Miss Vera’s Finishing School For Boys Who Want To Be Girls, although nowadays, even some women finetune their femininity. Read more Read it in print

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