They're invading America with appearances at tonight's WRECKED with residents Ryan Smith and Ron Like Hell and then jetting to the left coast for an appearance at Honey Soundsystem's Sunday night soiree. Busy bees!
Despite the fact I'm hosting SPANK X STANK in LIC, I'm planning to do everything in my power to hit WRECKED after I'm done, so...follow me?
They've released a special, super NSFW video - mentioned above - that is password protected, so head over to the WRECKED Facebook invite for the details of how to access (you can also buy the single to receive a password). It was shot during an after-hours moment in Berlin and fulfills pretty much every fantasy you'd have of such a moment. Song and video stand on their own separately, too, so...get in!
Guess what? This is exceedingly true here in New York...all reports of New York nightlife being dead to the contrary.
Sooo...There was Summer Snaxx by the Sea last night in Cherry Grove, while the Matinee children came all the way from Spain - the reigning Queen of all things Circuit after biting off the head and ingesting the fetus of Saint At Large (I'm not sure if I'm talking about Spain or Matinee at this point) - to carry on at the Pavilion.
The night before was Clubber Down Disco which must have been overrun with fashion-types as it's nearly New York Fashion Week (but you knew that, Good Gay). It sees a slew of fashion kids on a regular night, much less those in such close proximity to Fashion Week...
Yesterday day saw that merry band of Disco divos, Horse Meat Disco, spinning at Warm-Up at PS1.
They'll also spin the closing set for today's SPANK/Rocket collaborative party, SProcket! at The Palms, not far from PS1. Party started at 12pm and goes 'til 10pm. The Palms is a temporary party spot in an old bank building with three container pools outside in the parking lot for good measure. Co-host Alberto Cortes says be your swimsuit!
Tonight, in addition to the regular Sunday night options that also involve pools - whether somewhere else in the building, as part of the party...or of vomit (I kid! These kids know how to hold their liquor!) - there's Michael Tee, Benjamin Ickies, Shien Lee and Twig the Wonderkid's Oh! You Pretty Things extravaganza at Le Poisson Rouge. This one's a tribute to Freddie Mercury and Queen so should be right up most readers' alley. If you go, don't be a scaramouche - give a great moustache a la the incomparable Freddie.
Oh and the Matinee kids are still going...
Tomorrow is Labor Day and if you don't know what that's about, give yourself (and the day) a little moment of your time and read Marx or Engels or watch Norma Rae or read about the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire or inflate a giant rat... For advanced readers, ponder how far Labor and trade unions have come and whether they've outlived their usefulness or - if not - why not and how they are continuing to further the project of safe work conditions and prosperity for all.
In for fall (and all time forevermore) are red spangly head string things. And penises.
Forget everything else - the gewgaws I spoke of derisively last night, the nearly perfect hair pattern, the cheesy backdrop, the "suit" fetish being brought to play (it is a Men At Play shot, after all). Just focus on the dick.
This is pretty much the perfect dick in my book. Not because of the length or width, but something about the fleshiness, the right amount of veins...even the color?? It's not really even sexual for me! I mean, I want to have one, yes...but it's also more abstract at the same time? Like, I can appreciate it merely from an aesthetic perspective?
I dunno. I just know it's pretty ideal.
(Peep it after the jump)
My "After Dark" is a bit different than Duane's, but we do mind our middle ground. (Thank you, Mister Vitale. Apparently this dick is yours?)
Excuse me, sir?
I'm sorry to disturb you, but you seem to have gotten an errant crease...just there...in the front? We could steam that out for you, if you like?
Or it may just need straightening and pulling out a bit? Mm-hmm? Let's see. May be all it takes...
Here. Let me...
Oh no! It's no bother!
It's my pleasure!
(Click through - NSFW - for this post's "wrinkle".)
I know it's "just" an alley, but I kind of love his nonchalance. I love the idea of being that easy about being naked. I assume it's sort of his fantasy...being naked in public places and the idea of him seeking those places out and the succession of daring and more daring exposures on his part give me a vicarious thrill.
I also love the idea of being around others who a) are enticing naked and b) are easy with it as well. Don't think they'd appreciate someone who isn't easy too much though, so I better get to work.
Who wants to hang naked? (Photo after the jump NSFW)
I'm headed home to New York again tomorrow.
I've never joined the mile-high club and seriously doubt that I'll ever have that opportunity, or the compulsion necessary to gain membership, but it's - apparently - a fairly common thought among passengers at the very least.
Others take it a step further...
In the picture above, a young man who had exposed himself to a female seated next to him on a Southwest Airlines flight to St. Louis is subdued and arrested after having become so agitated by her scream in response to him showing her his dick he'd punched her and then stripped completely naked, necessitating the flight's return to Oakland International Airport where he was removed from the flight.
Had he (or someone with similar impulses) been seated next to others of us - who would have opened our mouths, but not to scream - the whole scene might have turned out far differently. Especially if his dick looked anything like this (So NSFW)??
No, that doesn't say vagina. Vagaries. It means "an unpredictable or erratic action, occurrence, course, or instance" and in this one (this instance), I intend it to refer to how specific attraction can be and seemingly erratic its object.
See, despite the presence in the above individual and image of many things I typically find eminently attractive, I'm not living. He's ripped, darkly handsome and his large than average dick is showing but he's so not doing it for me.
Random. Attraction/lust/whatever it is is rather random, no?
I mean, it's a nice dick, and he looks good mostly. Surely the curiosity to see this kid that was huge when the Internet was young and verdant will be something that you want to see, right? Well, you can (after the jump (nsfw of course)) and you can see even more of him here. I mean, Chris Crocker wants you to see him naked, so in exchange for what we put him through years ago, we should honor his wish, right?
Cheesy to say so, but it may not be something you've stopped to think about lately - that there's such a wide spectrum of body types, looks and attributes men possess.
Chaosmen has set up a nice compare/contrast opportunity by photographing their "models" in similar stances. Take a look, after the jump, and marvel at how, even among a set of men constricted to a generally identical body type or fitness level, there's such a wide variety of combinations and potential attractiveness. Maybe loosen your grip on the idea that "hot" is fairly homogenous (no pun!) while you're at it (and if you suffer from that.).
For every condom you purchase, Sir Richard supplies one to a developing country, where prophylactics are scarce and sexually-transmitted diseases plentiful.
Already gotten a box? Why, you're a regular fill-anthropist!
I'm still hypothesizing the reason why not eating would enhance my orgasm. I mean, ejaculate is not a toxin so it wouldn't make sense from a "purging" kind of perspective. Also, I'm not feeling "it" more intensely when I pee (I don't think?), which is definitely my body purging toxins, so...an intensification of feeling doesn't seem to be the result of expelling toxins.
Whatever the reason, I don't usually get off from solely looking at still images. That said, I'm certainly "inspired", perusing this magazine. It's a bit cheesy/slick, which is usually the opposite of sexy, but it's obvious its producers put a lot of thought and effort into it. If I may be vague and non-qualifying, it seems to be a "high-quality" publication (in fact, it says so as the preview pages load!). That, the fact it features FYF Friend Max Rhyser and its slogan (especially the "Less Fashion - More Skin" part) have me intrigued enough I'll revisit in the near future.
Check the free (minus penii) magazine length preview here.
Street artist (hmm.) BEAST cleverly tweaked the MTA's subway map to make a not-so-clever statement regarding Bin Laden's death's effect on NYC.
I'm worried about the porn the guy is watching.
That said, I always knew I loved this city...