Chelsea Clinton hit Philly on a gay bar crawl Friday, causing quite a commotion. The potential two-time First Daughter was "mobbed by local gays and lesbians;" at least one woman claims to have "grabbed her ass." In total Clinton hit four Philadelphia spots (the first four on our list), joining director Rob Reiner and Governor Ed Rendell on a crawl to gain Democratic support during the primaries. But, enough about politics... where to rub shoulders with Philadelphia's same-sex-oriented finest? Chelsea Clinton's stops supplemented with a couple other picks after the jump. (photo) [MSNBC]
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, which bar's the queerest of them all? Well, do you mean "gay" or do you mean, like gay? Because Washington's gayer than sushi and scented candles on Sunday, but the district also boasts one of the highest concentrations of homos in America. If it's "gay" you're looking for then skip to the mall and all around the RNC. If you simply want gay, then you must go into a local bar that has men inside it. Sadly, some of the best bars closed down and other bars just suck.
Borat star Sacha Baron Cohen caused a security scare in Kansas by "dancing in the lobby of Wichita Airport" wearing a skimpy flight attendant outfit. The British funnyman was filming scene for his upcoming movie which stars his character Bruno, a flaming Austrian fashionista. In the scene Cohen dances with a well-muscled man in hot pants. The hot gay comedy action that freaked out airport security was caught on camera by a bystander who apparently thought they were seeing a real "filming at airport by German crew." The video is after the jump.
For its spring issue, Out Traveler singles out the top ten, true-blue gay-owned spas in the United States. Four of the ten are in California--these include The Gendarmerie in West Hollywood and SenSpa in San Francisco. NYC meanwhile is home to Face to Face; Chicago's recently debuted Sir Spa is also among the best; and Atlanta's Blue Med is a one-stop shop that also doubles as a party space. [Out Traveler]
Let's say your unemployed rocker boyfriend has a mole on his leg that looks like a pulsating alien growth, but he can't afford to go to the doctor -- don't you wish your health insurance would cover his "baby, I'm a musician" ass before the cancer spreads? Or maybe you want to be first in line when it comes to your roommate's inheritance ... you know, just in case. The answer lies within a domestic partnership. Though usually seen as an lame substitute for wedded bliss created by lawmakers for gay people, hetero D.C. residents can partake, too! Create an everlasting bond in a few simple steps -- just as long as the two of you have both signed a lease together.
When living in New York City, it's best to put on your best sparklies, glam it up, and bring the city to its knees. New to the scene but definitely not shy, Joey Kipp is budding boy-lesque performer/choreographer extraordinaire. When he's not up on stage shaking his moneymaker (catch him Friday night at Think.Coffee), or dreaming up silly but stirring routines, Kipp's spreading the love for his birthplace of Brazil.
We're going to imprison you in the city of your choice for the rest of your natural life. You can do anything you want there, but you must stay in that city forever. Where would you choose?
Oh my god! ...I guess Bahia -- in Brazil.
Why would you live in this city forever and not somewhere else?
Because there, there I feel like this is the city I'm originally from and it has everything: nature, beauty, the liveliness of the people. Living there would be something beautiful to have in your life forever. Bahia has flavor and to have flavor, love, life and culture is to have everything.
The New York City Dept. of Health has had so much success with their subway-themed free condoms that they've launched a new safe sex campaign featuring more prophylactic giveaways, subway ads, and television commercials encouraging New Yorkers to "get some." The TV spots feature hip hop, salsa, and jazz muzaks and a subliminal message for the gays. The ads all show couples happily engaging in their obnoxious couple behavior in front of various city landmarks. In the "Jazz" remix of the commercial a semi-androgynous mystery duo is shown strolling arm-in-arm in, where else, the West Village, on the corner of Washington and Gay Street. Basically, city government is saying: Hey supergay gays on Gay Street, come get some free condoms! I understood the targeted marketing going on in the "Hip Hop" and "Latin" versions of the commercial, but I wonder why they thought jazz was best for the gays. They should have gotten some Indigo Girls type stuff for the womyn and some clubby house shit for the boys. (via)
Given our long, proud history of bathroom sex coverage, we're pleased to stand shoulder to shoulder (and hip to hip) with the ACLU'sbrave pro-bathroom-sex stand on behalf of Minneapolis Senator Larry Craig and his own restroom amour. Of course, Craig denies the sex-solicitation charges, while the ACLU says his antics -- if any -- are protected by the holy veil of privacy traditionally afforded the bathroom tabernacle. In other words, he wasn't looking for down-low gay sex, but if he was, it's none of your damn business. [AP]
A new strain of flesh-eating MRSA bacteria has cropped causing "abscesses and infection in the buttocks and genital area[s]" of gay men in San Francisco and Boston. The New York Times reports that the bacteria is resistant to at least four types of antibiotics. Worst of all, although the infection is "most easily" transmitted during sex it seems that condoms can do little to stop it since it can also be caught "through casual skin-to-skin contact and touching contaminated surfaces." A UC study found that in the Castro, San Francisco's gay mecca, residents are over six times more likely to "catch" the bacteria than in the city's other neighborhoods. The study warns that the most effective method of protecting yourself against this flesh-eating menace is "scrubbing with soap and water ." Comforting! [NYT]
We all know the story with Manhattan. Even gay rag Playgirl is out looking for the cutest, hippest New York dudes of them all. But Brooklyn's own blossoming GLBT nightlife scene gets very little ink, physical or virtual. Though there are plenty of gay men's clubs out there, Brooklyn seems to lean in the sapphic direction when it comes to gay bars (probably due to Manhattan's dominance of gay men's nightlife on its west side). Regardless, there are great, friendly cruising/drinking/hangout destinations in Brooklyn for both girls and boys. Here are a few of our favorites, but feel free to add your own thoughts in the comments or tipline.
Turns out that gay-friendly advertising is no more sexually subtle than straight ads. Radar has a nice gallery of the former, several of which are travel-related (Hyatt, Embassy Suites). But the wiener party featured for an Australian underwear maker is probably the funniest (an ad from the same campaign was pulled from Times Square). [Radar]
My esteemed colleague wrote his version of A Fag Hag's Guide to the District a few months ago, but I thought it time to give the public a little taste of my female expertise. After many years of trying to trick my Sigma Chi formal date at American University into renouncing men for a night and sticking it in me, I gave up and started working full-time at our nation's oldest gay newspaper. Now that I'm surrounded each day by the magical sass of my colleagues, I want to inspire other ladies to find their own right-hand man candy. Granted, you can't swing your purse in this town without trapping a man-treat, but hone your gaydar skills with this list and try to find your perfect match. To prove myself worthy of writing this list, I have included a photo of me stalking and meeting Rufus Wainwright. Thank you.
The Gray Lady is all atwitter about Buenos Aires. The New York Times has named BA "cheap" and/or "gay" in four separate items in the first half of December alone! First, on December 2, T Magazine ran a "Style Map" titled "Cheap and Cheerful." "A still-kicking dollar" and "great shopping" richly reward travelers, says T. (Incidentally, the one place to eat mentioned in this roundup of Palermo Hollywood is Casa Felix -- a meat-free underground spot profiled here on Gridskipper when it opened back in February 2007.)
San Francisco -- they have sex there, don't they? Nothing benefits from forethought like recreational fucking, and that goes triply so for taking sex even semi-public. Take heed (or head if you can get it) and plan out a urban sex safari like no other bustling global metropolis can offer. Native queermosexuals and pomoheteros of all genders can enjoy most any of the offerings herein, and for the novice? A local may be so kind as to pass the lube if you play it right. No pictures, darling, and begin.
Anonymous homosex in public toilets suffered a nationwide downturn when the Republicans got caught and gave away the game. Now that the enemy has broken the code, they're remodeling bathrooms faster than Extreme Makeover: Home Edition by lowering doors, raising dividers, and filling cracks. Luckily our nation's capital is always above the law (though the city might bottom for the right guy), and Washington DC remains a fine place for gentlemen to make new friends, shake hands, suck on cigars, play ball, or simply enjoy the warmth of each other's company -- all this and more inside a tiny bathroom stall. With cruising still so easy, why sit at home and wank when you can find a stranger to do it for you? The following locations represent Washington's classic bathroom sex venues, although sleuthy gays are forever expanding their repertoire. Enjoy the precious moments and beware the plainclothes police officer.
Curmudgeonhood is not a title lightly claimed, despite many pretenders. Actor, comedian, author, singer, and nominal gay curmudgeon Paul Hallasy stakes his claim to performance fame at Broadway Comedy Club on December 5. Before, after, and perhaps even during, you can supplement the experience by reading his novel, New York Trilogy: New York Underground, Trapped, Love and Sex.
We're going to imprison you in the city of your choice for the rest of your natural life. You can do anything you want there, but you must stay in that city forever. Where would you choose?
I'm already a prisoner of New York. I can't leave -- I'm rent stabilized!
Why would you live in this city forever and not somewhere else?
Refer to the first question.
The Axel Hotel Buenos Aires, a companion to a similar "heterofriendly" gay hotel in Barcelona, finally opened yesterday. For some reason, the AFP photog followed one inaugural guest around who was identified repeatedly as "Spaniard David Molina." Above we see SDM lounging by the Axel's glass-bottom pool, which is actually set into the top floor -- allowing ventral aquatic views for those in the hotel lobby below.
Los Angeles has a pretty solid gay scene, but there's a deleterious shortage of lesbian bars, as evidenced by the fact that The L Word actually had to invent its own coffee house cum restaurant cum music venue cum lounge -- which, in season five, will probably also turn out to be a dentist's office and part-time antique shop. But though The Planet is tragically fictional, there are lesbian nights at various venues around town just about every day of the week. Below, a veritable calendar of stuff for girls who like girls.
It's not like San Francisco or Los Angeles quite yet, but Sydney's adventurous sex spots are definitely on the rise. These clubs do come and go, but local enthusiasts keep the scene jumping. If it's leather, fetish, fisting, ball handling, or swinging, then you'll certainly find a receptive locale that will put a naughty smirk on your face. Make sure you play nice and safe. And most of all, have good, dirty fun.
Girls 'n' gay guys go together like hummus and pita chips, but what if you're the female in the equation? What about your needs, huh? It's no secret that the gays can get just an eensy weensy bit self-involved and shuffle you around town like a street person's shopping cart piled high with all their baggage. Don't give in to their whims -- Washington DC will never run out of gays, but your time is limited, and your tastes are more refined than the soulless gay bars they drag you to. Next time, you decide how you celebrate your very special friendship. Here's a little guide to empower all the women that keep gay men standing straight tall.
Fox News, of course -- fuck with the butch gays, get the rainbow horns. A transgendered lady was forced out of a women's restroom at the perfectly heinous Caliente Cab Co. restaurant in the Village by a bouncer who judged her "too masculine." Gender stereotyping is bad, but must those involved live up to the stereotypes quite so vigorously? Did her magically gay attorney have to bring up pearls and white gloves?
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