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 had—at 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... More >>>