Joe.My.God. LGBT News

Aaron: Okay…so if a Splash bartender leaves his job and starts doing porn, does that mean that his status in the gay world has gone up or gone down? Joe: Hmm, I’d say that would be a lateral move. Aaron: OK. Joe: Unless he bottoms in the porn. In which case, down. Aaron: He does. Is that so wrong? Joe: …

Christopher Street, Sunday 5pm, outside The Hangar bar…..Twink 1: What’s that Ty’s place like? Twink 2: Ugh. A total Foley bar. Twink 1: Ew.

I know that days-old imitation seafood salad is mighty tempting, but try and control youself. Relax, take your time, pay first, then enjoy your listeria.

Completing the dismal hat trick of three consecutive posts about the demise of NYC landmarks, here’s a shot I took yesterday of the Church Of The Holy Communion, Chelsea’s grim bit of gothic revival more famously known as The Limelight, the nightclub that brought us the legendary Disco 2000 parties, Michael Alig, DJ Keoki and a dismembered drug dealer here …

In what many music industry insiders consider the final nail in the music retail coffin, Tower Records was liquidated on Friday after a couple of years of operating in Chapter 11 bankruptcy. All stores immediately put up their “Going Out Of Business” signs, including New York’s Broadway store, pictured above. This leaves only Virgin Records, with 20 stores nationwide, as …

Landmark punk venue CBGB’s is in its final week of existence. Downtown drugstores are already lamenting lost eyeliner revenues. Yesterday we found a line of baby punks sitting outside, waiting for a show. I asked them who they were waiting for. “Agnostic fucking Front, dude!” Punkers say “dude” now, apparently.

Everybody say hello to Brock…aka Tank Montreal (find him on BMB yourself), a friend of the Farmboyz visiting from Canadia. Note to self: get thee to Canadia. Here’s an interesting side of Tank Montreal.

At the risk of making a tiny, busy place even busier, I must recommend the Lower East Side/Noho joint, Great Jones Cafe, as my new favorite brunching spot. The Farmboyz have taken me there twice now, and this hole-in-the-wall rocks. Cajun-inspired menu, only about 7 items. And hot Bloody Marys. This shack seats about twenty, so c’mon and bring your …

The Farmboyz and I attended the annual Mr. Eagle pageant last night. I’ve been to plenty of these things and I had predicted that at some point the MC would have a big-girl breakdown and start screaming at the crowd for not paying attention. I even gave a little pre-show, “People! This is your Mr. Powerhouse! Please show some respect!” …

Most people like to take pictures of the Flatiron Building, one of NYC’s first sky scrappers, from the front, to emphasize its uniquely thin profile, but I think the side view is pretty grand too, don’t you? The Flatiron was built in 1902 and one legend is that it generated the jazz-era slang expression “23 skidoo!”. The story goes that …