Monday, February 15, 2016

I used to live in the west village across the street from a gay bar with a notorious reputation


I used to live in the west village across the street from a gay bar called the Ninth Circle, which had a notorious reputation. I never went inside. The entrance at one point had a painting by the amazing artist Martine, who did a lot of work for Patricia Field’s. It was very inviting. There were a lot of hustlers on the block, a lot of young guys sitting on my stoop, waiting for action. I would step over them coming and going. One time I was sitting in my stoop with my cute young blonde preppy boyfriend and an older out of shape balding guy propositioned him by whispering something in his ear that made him blush. He turned the guy down but what was said was so pornographic that he could not repeat it to me when I asked. He  never told me, never did. Of course I know the gist of it, but I was curious as to the specific language to a stranger with his girlfriend on a sunny afternoon.  I am a story teller, I like characters, I like details.

tbc

Ahhh, an opportunity to post one of my fav songs… wrong sentiment but so what https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUejME0bISY

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