Recently a cute fan from Australia chided me, quite correctly, on not keeping up with my blogging. Here is a short entry for you Rai*wink*. Enjoy.
The best part of living here in this city, besides me living in it naturally, is the varied cultural events that one can attend. Where else can one see a full frontal play in the Lower East Side from a new writer who is on the cusp of fame, watch a dance company pushing at the barriers of nude dance movements in some abandoned building in Williamsburg or,attend a private after hours sex club…hmm, best not say what and where that one is located right!
Anyway my point is where else can you do all this but here in New York City. Life here can be lived twenty-four seven because my city never sleeps although lately it has been taking some rather long naps…or is that just me?
Be that as it may, today I and mine were privileged to attend another of the cultural events here in town that captures that spirit of energy that is New York City. Yes, the annual bondage and fetish fashion show ( aka Folsom east) is back in town. This year I took my gay charge (he is a young man of twenty something so relax) and his (similarly aged) friend* to it.
*This friend is a nice young lad struggling with the crushing disability of being straight. I just think of him as merely a child who has some special needs. I try not to judge.
As a nice surprise for them, I used my author’s pull to acquire some hard to secure tickets to the show’s traditional opening night (private) religious convocation. It wanted my “boys” to see that gays do have religion despite the criticism lodged at us from some ignorant areas i.e. red states. I’m was sure the sight of cute gay men kneeling while lost in adoration before that large Saint Andrew’s cross would do them a world of good. Maybe even give them some ideas to practice at home during their own intimate religious “services” with their partners.
