That Time I got Drunk at the Leather bar.

Dear D.D.,

I know Im a little late sending this letter, but BAAAAYBEE... ya cuzzin has been busy.
Hew's things back in ATL? Last we spoke yo u was headed down to Cypress St to drop off ya roommate so that he could make up that back rent? That is what you said, right? I couldn't hear you that well cause I was trying to avoid this Jehovah's Witness Crack head who was $5.00. When I asked him why hes chargin for a free magazine designed to spread the word..... he told me, "If a train fare is $2.25, and a trip to Philly is $10.00 on the bus, how much do you think that a trip to Heaven costs? Help a Brotha out.... "

So some of ya message might have gotten lost. I'm writing you this letter to tell you about the time I stepped out of my comfort zone and had a crazy good time.
About 2weeks ago, NYC had a monsoon. Normally when it rains up here, its more like a sprinkle / heavy drizzle for an hour or two and a gray sky for the rest of the day. Well, not on this day. It rained and it poured and it was raining and the streets was flooded... you get it...
But it was a good day, because I got called into a job shooting a book cover. THe original photographer that they had lined up canceled on them (tsk tsk tsk, shame shame shame - R. Pelzer) . And they thought ehough to call on good ole reliable ME :)

During the shoot, i had gotten a txt from my hommie, DJ, saying that he was actually DJ'ing at a bar downtown. I Decided to go and show a little support to the brotha (Cause he always has my back)

Well, D.D. ... THe bar ended up being RAWHIDE.
I know you are like, "Whats that?"
Rawhide is a Leather Bar. Like "Tom of Finland" not "Wilsons"> A mess.

Now I like a nice leather jacket like the next brotha, but I have to personally draw the line at harnesses and whips. You will not beat me.

I was expecting a dark, dirty, dungeon of a place. Full of manacled , mustachioed men wearing chaps and no underwear. Instead, i found a room full of gauntlet wearing, mustachioed men, with the biggest brightest smiles and possessed of the warmest hearts.
And it was the very first Mr. Rawhide Pagent. Funny how I always find myself at a party.

And there was a Dog!Well, The pageant went down like any other pageant. There were four contestants who represented various aspects of the Leather community. They had an interview portion, a fetish wear portion, and something else... i forget, cause BABYYYY... those have to be the friendliest bartenders of all time.

Four Massive Jameson and cokes later... and .. well....
Check it out.

After all was said and done, DJ and I braved the Monsoon and 8th Ave, to

drunkenly stumble down to the L train to head on home. We held each other up

by leaning our shoulders together. But we made it. :)

Next Time, I'll tell you about that time at the club when they found a dead rat.

Ya Cuzzin in NYC,

Dex

To: My Play Cousin

This post is for my play cousin down in Atlanta, GA, Drama Dupree. As you guys may or may not know, I am the House Photographer at this really hot party. Well, its THE hot gay party on a Friday here in NYC. It's called the F Word. It'd pretty awesome. People ask me all the time, "What is the F*Word?" I always say "Fun" but you know, I was informed by the creator of the party that it is indeed FUCK. Imagine that. Because of the F Word, my Friday nights are spent surrounded by Go-Go Boys, Juggling and Singing Drag Queenz, Fire Breathers, Escorts, Alcoholics in Skimpy clothes, and of course, Camera Whores. Perfect.

This is one zany crowd. You think it's a game? Wait until I put up the pics with Poor Ben, the dead rat.
Seriously.

More to come very very soon. Thanks to my buddy, Jorge, in DC, hooking me up with thay rockin laptop.

Everything is Better with a bit of Amanda

Mandy.

Amanda Lepore. Icon. Legend. Sex Kitten. Sweetheart. The Girl Next Door to the Brothel/Rehab Clinic. M

use.

And a very chill person.

Amanda came by the F*Word @ Club Rebel, this past friday to shake it up and sprinkle a little kink-juice on those that came to play.

Awesome.

As always, EVERYTHING is better when you ad a taste of Ama

nda to it.

Check her out.

Pic of the Moment.

I mean, dont you wish you were there?

The Fword. Part 1

It wasn’t until around midnight that the dance floors on both levels of Chelsea’s Club Rebel started to fill up (we’re pretty sure the sexy Latin go-go boys and $3 Stoli happy hour kept people distracted early on). For the first time this year, the weekly F Word Party, hosted by Mark Nelson and Michael Formika Jones, brought all walks of gay life together. Around 12:30am, we saw familiar faces (Amanda Lepore,Cazwell) assemble upstairs like old friends arriving at a dinner party—partly to schmooze, mostly to pose for photos.

You gotta Love Formika and Mark Nelson for going OFF and bringing nightlife back to NYC.

Check out the images below for more F*antastic F*ckery!

Rebel is @ 251 West 30th street
21+ over
This and Every Friday.....

More F* word to come.

New Years... @ Drews

OK.. im so fvkin late with this ... But you know how it is. New Years at Drews place. Every party there is hawt, but this one was special. Fun people, great vibes, and a new year! I luv it.

Razorback Xmas....

Before I get caught up in all the New Years stuff, I wanted to take the time out to me mention a very special party held by a very special group of people.

RAZOR BACK STUDIOS XMAS BASH!

held at a secret location in Chelsea with tons of ..... and a whole lot of...... yeah... it's a secret :)

To my surprise, World Famous Bob showed up and turned it out (as usual).

There were Little peoples....... A Mechanical bull, , and an OPEN BAR!... oh yeah.... it was Xmas indeed.

Check out some of the pics of World Famous Bob and the Razorback Crew doing their Xmas thing.

Holla!

Calli Carvajal's Greenhouse

Wow. The Christmas / Chanukah's (with a "C" yall) / Kwanzaa / Zoroastrian Leap Year/ New years!.... I see now why the powers that be at Hallmark put out that card entitled "Seasons Greetings!"

I had a hellafied

weekend. SOOOOOOOO fuckn much webnt down. Some of it so exciting that I had to put Ruby Mae to the side for a lil bit and jsut party that gloomfest we called 2009 AWAY.

Sidenote: Wasnt 2009 like that Semester of school when your Parents got divorced, your dog died, House got robbed, sister got pregnant, and your grandmother came to live with you --- Benson

Hedges Menthol 100's and all?

OK... so Some of the next few postings arent gonna be in order, but WHO CARES....

Starting with one of my favorite muses.......... Calli Carvajal

What can be said about Calli other than "Damn ma... you hot"? ALOT! Her bio says that : "Calli Carvajal was born and raised in San Francisco to a family of artists and dancers. Through her family she beg

an working on stage and behind the scenes at a very young age. Her love for hair design came early in life as she was already styling wigs and dying her friends and families hair by the age of 12."

Neat!

But the real heat happens when you see her

in person and can feel her love. Check out Calli doing Calli During the Vandam Party @ Greenhouse (Hosted by Susan Bartsche and Kenny Kenny)

This Cracked Me Up To NO End

How Fab Are Those Shoes?

Uber! Right? Quit playin baby. You know you wish you had some hand painted, open toe, stiletto pumps to float around in on a Wednesday night.

I know some trannies who would sell their left testicle -- or um.. Chesticle just to try them on.

THis night was a special one for me because at first, it seemed like it was gona be Me, Jackie, Va Nilla, and Ryan holdin it down. The wind, the cold, the RAIN...... So much rain. Like one of them Nor'Easters that you hear about. Yo, that would have been cool too. Especially with DJ Ryan McKnight spinning the and dishing the ovahness that we have come to love him for, but the crowd did not dissipation us at all.

One by one. Two by two, group after group started walking through the door. The best part? They were determined to have as much fun as we were determined to entertain them.

Check it out for yourself :)

Holla!

Give Thanx That Its Happening

OMG.... THis night was great. I've never been one much for the holiday, Thanksgiving. I always had so many er - uhm.. experiences related to the holiday. But I must say that Birdie Black and the Crew at the Hudson started this Thanksgiving off in the best way. At the stroke of midnite, we carved the Thanksgiving Vodka, and toasted to good times in the Library Room at the Hudson Hotel. Awesome? Yeah!

BTW, there is this pool table that is evidentaly older than the constitution and upon which the Virgin Mary used to change the Baby Jesus' diapers on. Everytime anyone even LOOKED at that pool table, the Maccabee in charge would threaten Damnation and Holy Retribution upon those who transgressed against its holy presence.

Yeah.... A pool table... Billiards and balls...... in the Hudson Hotel.

Imagine that?

Birdy Blacks Bday Bash

Birdy Black (Miss Jackie to me) is Awesome. Yes, with a capitol "A". Every since I've met this wondrously wonderful woman earlier this year, she has been a constant and uplifting joy on my soul. Yes, bitches - my SOUL. Anyway. Dex Star G , Big Brother to all and Nightlife's favorite Geigh Uncle Is naming today (and just today) "Birdy Black Day" First on the agenda? Well, uhm... how about some images from Jackie's Birthday Bash!? What do you get when u mix Super Promoter Jackie, her cast of nightlife bandits (to which I am a proud member) and the beats beats beats.... ?? A rockin good time.... ( Ok, Dick Clark - The Hommie Rah) The part of the party shown here was held at Mr. Black NYC, the legendary dance den and ultimate party hole (*hee hee* - I said hole)

Anywho.... The party was awesome. Besides the usual not so usual attendees, Miss Jackie had a special surprise guest or two. The best kind by the way... Her Parents! How lucky is she! I mean, I have hung out with my mom. She's very Claire Huxtable, so even though she has done her time in every Gayboi disco den fro Houston to L.A, we have never partied together. But Jackie's mom and pop came out to the club to help the fruit of their loins do the damn thing. Speakin of which. Jackie is always saying how her mom is beautiful. After meeting her, I must say that she most definately is Inside and out! Check her out in the pic below.


Awesome.

So let me stop rambling. Its so frikkin early. Check out some more of the images from Jackies B'day bash.

OUTmusic Awards 2009

Check out Kevin Aviance and DJ Nita Aviance whooping it up at the OUTmusic Awards 2009. Joy, love, and unity filled Webster Hall that night. It was a great thing to see all the people that came out to support Out (not closeted) artists and musicians do their thing.

This was a night filled with electricity. Everywhere u turned, there was something new to be amazed at, an old friend that you hadn't seen in a million years, and reasons upon reasons to smile. And the music was good also.

Kevin Aviance was honored with a Lifetime Achievement Award bout the people at OUTmusic. He deserved it. He is Awesome.


Check out some of the images from the even below. I had a blast.

and....