Tag Archives: Open Thread Thursday

It’s a given that Larry Craig / restroom stalls will be the #1 topical costume this Halloween. What else will be big? Bald Britney? Crying Chris Crocker? Miss Teen South Carolina? What will you be this year? I’m thinking: Charles Nelson Reilly. Gotta find the right ascot. Here’s some tips on your Larry Craig costume, via The Hill: •Sport a …

What was your last musical purchase? Do you still buy CDs or are you strictly digital these days?.

After a birthday party and some bar hopping, last Saturday my buddy Chris and I somehow found ourselves in the basement disco of the Monster, a place we hadn’t been for years. We mused a bit about how our nightclubbing habits have wound down and about the post I made a few weeks ago regarding the decline of gay nightlife …

When you consider whether to date someone, does their occupation play heavily in your decision? Do they have to be a “professional”? White collar? Have a degree of some sort? An oft-used rule of Manhattan dating is “no actors, dancers, models, waiters.” Do you have similar restrictions? And what about porn actors or commercial sex workers? Would you date somebody …

Brag. Boast. Pimp. Bloggers, tell us what your blog is about. Link your favorite work..

From an IM exchange earlier this week…. BlogPal: Dammit, I just can’t get fucked in this city. New York is a town of bottoms.JMG: Oh honey, I’ve heard that everywhere I’ve ever lived.BP: Well, in NYC’s case, it’s TRUE.JMG: OK. Assuming you’re right, what is it about NYC that draws all the bottoms here? And for that matter, there must …

What’s your favorite off-the-beaten-path place to take visitors to your town?  I like to walk my visitors around the perimeter of Roosevelt Island.  What’s your favorite free or cheap thing to do with guests? For folks visiting Manhattan, I think nothing beats the Staten Island Ferry.

This morning I had to wait about 10 minutes to buy a bagel at Hot & Crusty, which, by the way, is just about the worst name for a chain of restaurants ever. While in line, I was treated to one of the dumbest/funniest/oldest discussions, with the conversation eventually taking over all the customers. The cashiers were even chiming in. …

Who are the nicest celebrities you’ve ever met? My list: Moby, Jerry Orbach, Bonnie Raitt. Who was the meanest? Mine: CeCe Peniston. (There’s a story there, one day I’ll blog it.).

A couple of weeks ago I read a funny new novel, Paul Schmidtberger’s Design Flaws Of The Human Condition, in which, Ken, the gay lead character, and his partner of several years receive separate invitations for a friend’s wedding. Incensed, Ken devised this response: He zipped out the door and bought a beautiful long oval copper-plated fish poaching dish from …

My most hated commerical is anything with that incredibly annoying Cockney gecko. Unless it’s the one with that smartass little kid spouting technobabble for Verizon. True quam. Like anybody knows or cares about quadrature amplitude modulation. I’d like to see a cage match between the gecko and that mouthy kid. And the cavemen are getting on my nerves too. Now …

Career. Family. Relationship. Are you pretty much where you thought you’d be five years ago? Ten years ago? Would the person you were ten years ago recognize the person you are now?

What are you reading?.

What’s your favorite hotel? What’s your favorite chain?.

When I was 13, I bought my first 45 rpm single, Paul Simon’s Kodachrome. I can remember excitedly threading the hole in the record over the handlebar of my bike and racing home to dance around my bedroom while Paul Simon’s reedy voice scratched out of my aunt’s old portable player. Of course, back then “portable” record players were about …

You’re on death row. What’s your final meal?.

Who was your first gay crush? Did you act on it?.

A couple of posts down you’ll find my rant regarding those in our own community who heap scorn and insults on gay men that don’t meet their twisted personal standards of masculinity. Longtime readers of this here website thingy know that I regard that sort of divisive self-loathing as perhaps the greatest internal challenge that gay men face, both as …

I’m a “good” sleeper. I can sleep through noise, through bright light, just about anything. I’ve slept soundly, flat on my back on the bare floor of an airport terminal. And when I wake up, I’m up. Within 30 seconds of opening my eyes, I’m out of bed. No snooze alarm, no comfy half-awake blankey snuggling. In fact, I don’t …

My apologies for the lack of posts yesterday. I wasn’t feeling well in the morning and couldn’t get to a computer for the rest of the day. Aside from a rare shirking of my duty to you, gentle reader, I was struck by the fact that since I’d also managed to misplace my cell for the day, I was completely …