In Which FHC Visits New York and LL Declines to Write about It

Last night we went out to celebrate the engagement of our college roommate and his (now)  fiancee.  The celebration involved approximalely 50 straight people and me.  Two things were obvious:

1) We actually Cover less when we're with straights than when with gays.

2)  The population of straight men in NYC, excluding the New Jersey/Bridge&Tunnel crowd has become indistinguishable from the population of gay men.

The engagement party was at a bar in the Meatpacking District called Brass Monkey.  It's like the Brass Monkey in DC only with fewer rats and not as close to the Duplex Diner.  For a while we thought it might be a gay bar because all the men were wearing skinny jeans, tight black t-shirts, and trendy Eurosneakers designed by John Varvatos and making eyes at each other.  If you had taken us there with a blindfold and asked us where we were after removing it we definitely would have answered: "Hole" or "Boys Room."  We also noticed that our Covering tendencies decreased around all the straight-os.  We were more flaming and queeny than ever.  We don't know why this is - perhaps we're more comfortable in our gay skin when we think there aren't any judgmental 'mos around critiquing our (admittedly drunk and wasted) behavior.

Sorry for the dullish post (we know you secretly wanted the dish on Maman FHC and the FHC family's trip to NYCville - but, in the words of EB, she was "delightful and certainly not the hideous beast Frenchie had made her out to be.")  We're trying to learn about German Corporate Law in preparation for our exam on Wednesday, and let's just say that we're a little bit on the screwed side.

Comments

[Fishwatch/New Fagat]

You just like being the only gay in the village. That's why you don't invite me to things or sit near me.

[fan]

You've been elected Time's person of the year