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As the strictures on nightlife get tighter than a tit clamp, the gay-bar scene goes further out on a ledge of tawdry yet exciting indiscretion. The specialty "flu shot" at the Slide allegedly has customers slurping a hit of booze out of the foreskin of a go-go boy. (Alas, I'm on a no-alcohol, no-cheese diet.) And now there's another vivacious genital beverage to be hadat the Man Party, which caters to gay skinheads with a follicularly challenged attitude, on the second and fourth Fridays of the month at Octagon. The bash has all the expected dart games, boxing, and head-shaving rituals you get with any Disney-esque macho emporium. But for the extra spunky, they've instituted a sperm contest, whereby attendees' spooge samples are judged based on their visual personality, if not their actual flavor. (It all tastes the same anywaylike chicken.)
On the party's opening night, DR. SPUNK, a friendly man in a lab coat, presided over a table loaded with plastic cups, which clubbies were urged to take home and fill with their viscous emissions. But not just at any old time. You were instructed to shoot your seed into the receptacle sometime between 10 and 11 p.m. on the night of the contest, May 27, then rush the specimen into the club before midnight (which admittedly could lead to a poignant party full of already spent gays.) Alas, none of the clienteleall of whom looked like slightly less butch versions of Star Trek's PERSIS KHAMBATTAseemed to be going for this incredible opportunity, though a couple of lesbians were lurking around, probably trying to figure how they could eventually nab some of the stuff to make babies with. Not meI was running for the exit, uncharacteristically declining the offer to be a "celebrity judge."
THE NIGHT OF THE GRIZZLY
A quick chubby-chasing stop at the Bear County Fair a couple of days later might have given potential jizz contestants the rise they needed; the LGBT Center event had plus-size gays and their admirers paying festive homage to love handles and back hair over heaping portions of ribs and brownies. And there were games galorelike a cock-ring toss and a cardboard Glory Hole Bear (you threw balls through . . . never mind)though the real game-playing was in seeing which Smokey would put out your fire or why a certain Winnie wanted your poo. The faira benefit for Bear Café New York Inc.was such a hit it even drew a backlash in the form of a guy who showed up accessorized by a snout and a "Pig in Protest" sign. Every party has a Pooh-per.
But total pigs are more than welcome practically everywhere else in gayland after dark. Boysroom has a check-your-clothes "Dirty Dirty" contest on Hustler Thursdays, oink oink, and MICHAEL WAKEFIELD and RED's monthly "SPAM" parties in the basement of a Park Slope residential building provide "mandatory pants check" shenanigans for the whole LGBT community. (Check out worldofwakefield.com for details.) Queers of all genders are welcome, and guess what, Mary? Not only aren't all the gay men spewing buckets of repulsion vomit over that, but some of them even let lesbians strap one on and ride their high horse, as it were. I love community diversity in action.
As Wakefield told me, "There's a real fluidity of sexuality that expresses itself at the party." Yeahand with real fluids too. "You see interesting combinations of gay guys, lesbians, and transsexuals," he went on, soberly. "I've met a lot of female-to-male transsexuals or bois that look like young boys. Some of them wear a softiea fake penis that's completely flaccidin their underwear. Once, I started to suck someone's softie and people gathered to watch." Honey, that was no tranny with a softiethat was the best blowjob I ever got!
The nocturnal salad kept spinning when Oscar winner TATUM O'NEAL turned up at the gay male night at Beige last week and was so vividly entertaining I made a mental note not to support the Bad News Bears remake. Tatum told me her son is dating DAN AYKROYD's daughter, which makes total showbiz continuum sense to me. But to continue the continuum, will Tatum ever appear on the reality show starring her dad's favorite angel, FARRAH FAWCETT? "We don't get along, honey," she intoned, dryly. "Sometimes I think she's 55 going on 11."
I hear there's some predominantly straight nightlife out there toono, really. In fact, the Cutting Room is officially five going on 100, so the performance venue had an anniversary bash that served up spring rolls, a contortionist, and special guest WHOOPI GOLDBERG, who told me that she can't make it to the Tony Awards because she's booked in Canada. "My hope is that BILLY CRYSTAL will take the statue home," said the buoyant nominee (which works out because Crystal's the front-runner). "I got what I wantedthe acknowledgment. When I did the show 20 years ago, there was no category." And you have to admit that Whoopi's hair alone (like my world-famous softie) is a "special theatrical event."
Bald pleasures: The Man Party
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