Friday, March 27, 2009

A dancer for money

Down in the village, the quite village the drag queens sleep tonight. We stopped by TheStone Wall Tavern. It was dyke jello wrestling night. Seriously. Not a drag queen in sight. We ended our night at The Monster, were I fell for a dick dancer. I'd never had that happen, it must be a thirty-seven thing. I'm sure he felt the same. From across the bar. I feared the pull would be to strong and he'd follow me into to street. Being in his undies, he might catch a cold. I didn't want that to happen to my dago.
Here's a pic of his glowing aura. That, and the lights were very bright.


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All in all, it was a fun little outing in NYC. Did I mention I fell hard for Stella beer. Yum oh.