Justin + 1

The Truth About Text

2012-02-01T14:10:00.004-05:00

You gave a guy your number.

You flirted and maybe made out and maybe slept together.

From there, you took it to the world of text messaging. Cute lil mwah mwah kissy-kissy's sent back and forth to each other with the help of satellites in space.

So adorable!

Then, something goes wrong. The dude of your dreams stops responding. Stops texting.

I've been asked before (since apparently I'm old enough to give good advice): How Long Is Too Long for A Guy To Text You Back?

I'll give you my answer right now: 12 hours. Short! Crazy! RIDICULOUS! Right? Wrong. Completely wrong. This is a very fair amount of time to give your Text Buddy. If a guy does not text you back within that allotted time, he is either over you, into someone else, or dead.

When I hear tales of guys going radio silent for a few days, and then returning saying "I'm sorry, I was busy," I yank out a little bit of my hair. Luckily my hair is full and oft-growing, so no bald spot has appeared.

Why? Because everywhere I go I see one thing: PEOPLE TEXTING. We're at dinner with friends, and texting. We're dancing at the club, and texting. We're walking through the streets and falling down subway entrances because WE ARE TEXTING.

Face the truth, boys: everyone texts all the goddamn time. If he isn't texting you, he is guaranteed Not That Into You. It takes five seconds to send a smiley and say you're busy. FIVE SECONDS. And considering how much time people spend taking photos of themselves on Facebook, or complaining that they're bored... this is but a tiny fraction.

The following reasons are excuse for an absence of texting, with variable times that seem pretty accurate:

He's seeing a movie - up to 3 hours

His phone died - up to 8 hours
(because you KNOW he'll run to a charger as soon as he can, and immediately reach out to anyone he missed communications from).

He lost his phone - up to 24 hours, until he makes that Facebook event invite asking you for your number
(What, you don't have his Facebook? Well that was dumb. Facebooks and numbers should be exchanged simultaneously as far as I'm concerned).

He's on a cruise or traveling across Europe - 1-2 weeks
(but if he didn't bother to tell you this ahead of time, he STILL isn't all that into you)

He's been kidnapped and/or killed - forever
(Sad, I know. Luckily, also rare)

And that's it! I'll say it again, Mission Impossible style. This Text Message Relationship will self-destruct in 12 hours. Better get those fingers flapping.

So there you have it guys. My official statement. If they don't text you back within 12 hours, you have permission to send a clarification text to make sure they got the original. If he STILL doesn't respond, just delete his number. It's over, whatever it was. You're just wasting your own time and making yourself look insane.

Good luck, and get to texting!

xo Justin Luke
JustinLukeNYC.com

Guess What I Found After Waking Up at a Twink's Dorm!

2012-01-25T13:46:00.000-05:00

Misleading headline! I didn't wake up in a twink's dorm this morning. No, I woke up next to my boyfriend in our Hell's Kitchen apartment.

But my FRIEND (let's call him Justin's Friend) DID wake up in a twink's dorm this morning. And the first thing he texts me?

"Woke up in a twink's dorm room and saw this... figured you'd appreciate it."

And WHAT, pray tell, did Justin's Friend find in Unnamed Twink's Dorm?

I'll show you...

IT'S MY BOOK!

YES! YES! YES!

I cannot tell you how excited I get when I find out that gay boys own and are reading my book. I live a strangely disconnected gay author life. It seems like many people assume I'm some super-popular, hot-shot author who has no time for them. So, once a week or so, an intrepid gay man will send a message to me on Facebook or via email to the extent of:

"Hey, I assume you're super busy, and I don't want to bother you, but I wanted to tell you how much I loved Gulliver Travels"

I am always astounded by this. I am NEVER too busy! I would LOVE to hear who has my book, and what they liked or didn't like about it. I NEED the feedback. Because I'm crazy and have treacherously low self esteem. And yet, everyone assumes I'm just some super busy super star who couldn't be bothered to hear their piddling opinions.

I CALL BULLSHIT.

You reading my books? Tell me! I'd love to chat with you. It's good words like yours that keep me slamming my fingers on this keyboard day in and out. It's the gas that gets me driving.

Some other great things I heard recently that knocked my socks off:

1. A gay man in Italy who I didn't know saw someone he didn't know reading my book, and found me to tell me about it.

2. A twink with a terrible cold emailed me to let me know his friend had sent him a care package from Amazon which contained cans of Campbell's chicken noodle soup, and my novel.

3. A couple is now dating because one was reading my book on the streets of Los Angeles, and the other one recognized it, and so they had their first thing to talk about.

4. I occasionally get approached by friends who tell me they see people reading my book, and, when they tell said people that they actually know me, the readers freak out.

Honestly, it shocks me every time this happens. I know my books are selling, but I need real world stories like this. God, they are so fantastic. So inspirational. Thank you to everyone who takes the time to find me and tell me their Gulliver stories.

And YES, I monitor my sales reports weekly. I see that I've sold over 7,000 copies of all of my stories. And I get the amazing royalty checks. But still, there's a difference between numbers (sales or royalty dollars) and some living, breathing person telling me they've read my book.

It's beyond a trip. I love it.

So YES I am BEYOND pleased that my friend got some with a hot twink last night. I'm even more pleased that that hot twink either bought my book, or had it bought for him, and that it probably shares storage space with the flip flops he wears in the communal showers.

So, yanno... if you're reading my book... TELL ME! I wanna hear about it :)

xo Justin Luke
JustinLukeNYC.com

6 Drinks to Order at the Gay Bar

2012-01-18T15:26:00.000-05:00

One of the fringe benefits of knowing me, being 21+, and coming to my events is that I will often offer you one and/or many free drinks. It's a perk! I offer it to friends and cute guys! You should totally accept one.

Something I've noticed when I offer friends or visitors a free drink is that they often don't know what to order. They say "I don't know, what are you having?" or "I don't normally order drinks!"

Basically these guys are of the "pour vodka in a Diet Coke because that's what's at this house party" variety. This needs to be addressed.

Let me say this: part of your job of being a gay man is to have a Default Drink. Or a Signature Cocktail, if you wanna sound fabulous and fancy when you refer to it.

Don't have one? Well here are my Signature Cocktails, feel free to ask me for a free one next time you see me!

VODKA REDBULL
This is my ultimate standard. Why? Because it wakes me up, while knocking me the fuck out. Sugar-free Red Bull is the good gay way to go with this one, so you can stay all skinny and sexy to the moment before you black out. As a sidenote: this is SPECIFICALLY a vodka Redbull. Not a vodka Energy Drink. Caffeinated beverages like Monster taste ASS-AWFUL when mixed with vodka. Trust.

PRO: Wakes you up, not too sweet
CON: Unoriginal to order... won't turn heads

VANILLA CRANBERRY
This is a traditional vodka cranberry, done up all girly-like and sweet, because I'm a total pussy and don't like the taste of undressed liquor. The vanilla is vanilla vodka, either Absolut Vanilla or Stoli Vanil are fine. In the end, this tastes like a cranberry Creamsicle. It's good!

PRO: No booze taste.
CON: VERY sweet... almost too sweet. You'll end up nauseous if you drink them all night. Also, way high in calories.

WHIPPED CREAM SCREWDRIVER
The newest craze is Whipped Cream-flavored vodka! It appeared via a company called Pinnacle over the summer, was adopted by Georgi, and then finally taken by Smirnoff sometime this Fall (late to the table, bitches! Still can't find it at any bar). And no, this isn't some gussied up Vanilla vodka. The shit TASTES LIKE WHIPPED CREAM. Add it to orange juice and you're drinking that delicious cold orange stuff you drank when you were a kid, all while getting so sloshed you think you're a kid again.

PRO: Sweet! Tasty! Refreshing!
CON: Very, very girly. Almost infantile. Carry a pacifier and say "goo-goo" when people ask you what the hell it is that you just ordered.

CITRON, SODA, SPLASH OF CRAN
This is my newest signature. I created it out of necessity. All of that cranberry and Red Bull was giving me a gut. No bueno! Now I'm back at the gym 3-4 times a week and running from food like it's pursuing me with a chainsaw... and drinking lower calorie drinks! The soda is seltzer water, which means no calories. The cranberry is LITERALLY a splash. Just enough to add some flavor. The citron mixes nicely. In the end, it tastes like flavored seltzer.

PRO: Flavorful, refreshing!
CON: Tastes like seltzer so I often drink too many and then get smashed

LONG ISLAND ICED TEA
I HATE this shit! But serious drinkers around me love it like a winning lottery ticket. I don't know, nor care, why it's named after my hometown. I know this much: it has every colored liquor in it. Then a drop of something that doesn't have alcohol in it. Also, benefit: they serve them in huge mason jars at Splash every Thursday for only $4 til Midnight!

PRO: Gets you fucked up faster than you can drink it
CON: Tastes like rusty asshole dipped in bourbon (to me)

BLUEBERRY OR CHERRY AND 7
What can I say? I like fruity drinks, mmkay?? Mix 7-Up (or Sprite, or Sierra Mist, or whatever!) with either Skyy Cherry vodka or Stoli Blueberry and get ready for tasty! Also, for some reason, it hasn't occurred to that many people to try this combination. Every time I tell someone what it is I'm drinking, they ask for a sip, and then order one for themselves. Attention! Innovation! Jazz Square!

PRO: Not AS sweet as the first two drinks I listed, clear in appearance so you can pretend it's something more dude-like.
CON: That high-in-calories thing. Don't drink too many of these unless you wanna pull a Paula Deen and end up with Type-2 Diabetes.

xo Justin Luke
JustinLukeNYC.com

6 Shits Gay Guys Say That Aren't Unique At All

2012-01-17T15:46:00.003-05:00

Living in Club Land, I spend a lot of time talking to gay guys. It's my job! Also, I love doing it. I probably speak to a good 100 or so people on any given night at a party. Sure, as the hours go on, and the drinks continue going down, these conversations get blurry. But that doesn't matter. A conversation is a conversation.

Something I've noticed from my thousands of conversations is that gay boys say a lot of things that they think are unique about them, usually negative. They mutter something with a sad face, their heads downturned. They expect me to nod sagely and say, "ah yes, friend, you're broken. Poor guy! No help for you."

But, I am here to offer you some comfort. Those horrible things you tell yourself are really more common than you think. We all suffer from/deal with them! Take that as a GOOD thing. If you're broken, then so are the rest of us. And if we're all broken, then isn't that just normal and not-broken after all?

Yes. Yes it is. Here are six things gay boys think are unique about them, but aren't actually.

I CAN'T GET A BOYFRIEND!
Oh God. You and A BILLION other people. Sitting in my Facebook group, Gorgeous, Gay, and Twenty-Something, I see forty versions of this posted every day. This includes the variety of "All I want is an X, Y, and Z guy who will A, B, and C me... is that too much to ask?"

The answer is No: it's not too much to ask. The extended answer is: what the fuck are you doing to fix that/ get what you want? If all you're doing is sitting and carping about it on social media, well then, unless your Prince Charming has found a way to travel through your wireless router, you're in trouble!

Lots of people are single and negative about it. Try being positive and going out there! The more of you who are hopeful and open, the less of you will be able to complain about that soon.

I'M REALLY PICKY
Oh, are you? Because most guys I know date the first thing they meet, ESPECIALLY if they are un-showered, rat-looking, hideously out of shape, and sound like Kermit the Frog stuck in a blender whenever they open their mouths!

Seriously, folks. EVERYONE is picky. And not just gay guys! Every guys! Girls too!

Sure, their version of picky may not be YOURS, but no one is like "I will grab up ANYONE who comes my way... because I just need another carbon-based life form congealing next to me before I die of loneliness."

Well, some people are like that. But they're mostly hermits and/or crazy cat ladies.

BUT, BUT I'VE BEEN HURT BEFORE!
Pity on you, sucka! Most other people have amazingly rewarding relationships from their very first day on! That's why so many of them are not-single and not-complaining about the fact that they've been hurt before.

Being hurt is a rite of passage. Everyone gets it. And we get it a lot. Guys who hurt others will be hurt and have hurt. People who are hurt will then go on and hurt others sometime or another.

So you've got some battle scars. They look cute on you! Totes rugged. Rarrrr. Get back out there. Quit complaining. This isn't a Lifetime Original Movie where you're Judith Light and I'm your abusive husband who beats you with the wooden end of a plunger.

BUT I DON'T WANT HOOKUPS! I JUST WANT A BOYFRIEND!
Guess what? Everyone says this! Then a bunch of them go and hook up. Very few people say "I wanna go out there and get stuffed by every dude I meet!" And the people who DO say that are usually showing off their independence (which breaks down when they get what they asked for) or they are drunk and horny and will change their tune the next day.

Everyone ultimately wants someone. And if they don't right now, they will soon. But guess what? You may end up hooking up with someone, too. That's okay! Just be safe and not-stupid. I promise I won't judge you when you go back on the statement.

GAY GUYS SUCK! I'M JUST GONNA STAY SINGLE
Okay, partner. There are a shit-ton of guys out there in the world. You're not setting yourself up for success by condemning every boy-loving boy to your over-exaggeration. Yes, sure, maybe you've met a few Cock Bumps who you'd rather forget about. So has everyone else!

But no, not everybody is a piece of shit. Probably not even a majority. Maybe a majority of guys you know are... but then maybe you should consider going different places and meeting different people. Update your sample set, and then check your percentages again.

I'M TOO SHY TO APPROACH PEOPLE!
Oh God. EVERYONE is too shy. Except for, as I'm continuously told, older guys and creepers. Wanna know why they approach? Because they've learned that no one else does so, and so their chances of success are greater.

If you and all your whiny cohorts would just take notice of the pair of balls you've been growing since birth, you'd find you're a lot more successful when you approach someone. Fuck your fears and worries. GO FOR IT. Because chances are that every guy you want ALSO says he's too damn shy. Seriously.

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Oh my God... there are so many more of these things. I may have to post another one of these soon. In the meanwhile, STOP FEELING SPECIAL AND START FEELING BETTER. These aren't YOUR problems. They're ALL our problems.

xo Justin Luke
JustinLukeNYC.com

The BEST Workout on Earth!

2012-01-12T12:06:00.001-05:00

I have tried many a workout in my quest to not be a big fat ass over the past (3!) decades. P90x. The gym. Running. Those weird ab-electrocuting belts they used to sell in the early 2000s (which, turns out, never worked, resulting in a class action lawsuit, resulting in me receiving a check for $7 last year... score!)

But I just COULDN'T stick to any of them. I just got way too bored. And sooner or later, I'd end up, back at home, back on my couch, skipping meals and starving myself as a means of weight loss/maintenance, since it was efficient: I could starve myself while doing other things simultaneously. It was brilliant!

Please note: anorexia is not brilliant. Nor is any eating disorder.

But then, last year, my boyfriend Joe got me an AMAZING birthday present. A 3-hour professional wrestling lesson with local wrestling legend Earl Cooter. It was awesome. It was amazing. It became my new obsession.

Video proof of that lovely day is right here:

Birthday BEAT-DOWN! from Justin Luke on Vimeo.

Since the age of 5, I have been a fan of pro-wrestling. And no, not for the sexy, sweaty men in tights rolling around a ring with each other. More for the unbridled fake violence and drama. A man's soap opera, if you will.

And since then, I've never looked back. My name is Justin Luke, and I am a pro-wrestler in training.

This is the BEST workout there is! You run, you do exercises, you lift men over your shoulder and send them flying to the mat. You punch and kick and fall and pretend you're more hurt than you are.

Note: Pro-wrestling, while planned, still HURTS. I took a bump off of a clothesline last night incorrectly and my butt is sore as hell. Is there such a thing as a Butt Bone? Because I think I bruised it.

ANYWAY. The point is: pro-wrestling is a TOTAL sport. It's cardio. It's weight lifting (try lifting a 200-pound man over your head). It's acrobatics. Acting. Improvisation. A version of ballroom dancing with steel chairs and flaming tables.

It's sort of like Fight Club, for pussies who'd rather not actually get TOO bruised and bloodied.

I am back to full-time wrestling school after work everyday, and I couldn't be happier. I'm still months out for my in-ring debut, but you can be sure I'll invite the lot of you. In the meanwhile, I'll be bulking up, and body-slamming bitches left and right.

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

BoiParty: Growing Up... and Going Uptown

2012-01-09T11:27:00.000-05:00

If you are gay, live in or near New York City, and go partying, chances are that you've heard of BoiParty.com.

How couldn't you have? The company has been throwing the hottest young gay dance parties in New York City for OVER a decade.

And, if you read this blog, chances are that you know I'm the co-director and head promoter of the company, working alongside Alan Picus, its humble creator.

For the past 2.5 years since I joined up with Alan, he's made a lot of changes to this company in order to keep it timely, interesting, and exciting. For one, we created a new logo, which was sorely needed. We're on the verge of launching a BRAND NEW website to replace the one we've been using for the past 2 years. And we kicked off a brand new party, TWINK! Tuesdays at Splash, thereby allowing Campus Thursdays, our flagship party, to drop its "twink" vibe and grow up a bit.

Why? Because the gay twenty-something NYC/NJ/PA/Long Island crowd gets bigger and bigger every day. More and more gays are coming out (of the closet, and their houses in order to party). And they're far less of a liability than under-21ers who cannot drink.

I am writing this post today to inform you of our biggest update to BoiParty yet: we're growing up, and going UPTOWN!

In about 4 weeks, John Blair's brand new mega-club, XL, will be opening on 42nd Street between 10th and 11th Avenues. It'll be the largest club space in Hell's Kitchen AND the second largest exclusively gay club in all of Manhattan. And, naturally, BoiParty will be right there on the main floor throwing a party!

As soon as those doors open, Alan, myself, Jonathan Nish, Mat Gundell, Patrick Michael, DJ Steve Sidewalk and the rest of your favorite BoiParty team members will be partnering with John Blair and Beto Sutter to bring you the hottest Saturday night 21+ party in NYC.

I'm more excited than I can even say. As a resident of Hell's Kitchen, I've always longed for a club to be within walking distance. We have no shortage of bars and lounges. But a dance club that can EASILY fit over 2,000 gays inside? (Seriously... it's 14,000 square feet!) We don't have one of those yet.

NOW we're talking. THAT'S what I call a Saturday night.

We promise you everything you've come to expect from BoiParty... minus the twinks.

We'll be continuing our Tuesday and Thursday weekday events at Splash as we ditch Club Heaven (which is closed any way) and head for greener, sexier, newer pastures.

Stay tuned, boys. I'll make sure you're the first to know when BoiParty.com grows up and goes uptown to XL Nightclub :)

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

Plan on Dying Unexpectedly? There's an App for That

2012-01-06T14:07:00.003-05:00

Unless you know there's a contract on your head, and the killer is around the corner, chances are you don't have any specific plans to die in the near future (I hope). For that reason, I suppose the new Facebook app, IfIDie (If I Die, as one complicated word) is something we could all benefit from.

Do you have one big secret you wanted to reveal on your deathbed? Imagine if Citizen Kane had recorded the meaning of Rosebud in a hidden video... then there would have been no need for that entire movie!

Yes, the video is Six Feet Under meets Addams Family, which can be seen as sort of terrible if you actually KNOW someone who has died unexpectedly.

But the idea, itself, is sort of smart. I wanted to create a website like this. One where you locked up all your accounts and passwords, named an executor or two, and when you passed on to the next astral plane, a trusted friend would have all of your online identity to protect/destroy/sell for monetary gain.

Anywho, this is even more prescient right now, since I'm turning 30 tomorrow. Perhaps I'll go ahead and make my video. Because I don't plan on revealing the fact that I'm actually a Saint Bernard in a human costume until I've expired. Because THEN IT WILL BE TOO LATE! MWA HA HA HAHA HA HA HA!

Oh. Wait. SHIT!

- Justin Luke
JustinLukeNYC.com

Hot Gay Cowboy Sex

2012-01-05T14:48:00.001-05:00

People often think that my upcoming novel, Gulliver Takes Manhattan, is the first one I ever wrote. As if! I wish I were so good that my first shot at writing got me a three book deal. In actuality, that is false. I have been writing since I was 12 years old. It began as poems, transitioned to short stories, and by the time I hit freshman year of college, I was churning out plays and novels like a mad man in a machine.

None of them were any good. It's called "Finding Your Voice," which is an excellent way of actually saying "I had to suck for a long time before I learned to write better."

Anyway, before I moved into noveling, I made some spare cash during college writing erotica. That's right. Erotica. I was paid to write about sex. Think of it as doing porn, or dabbling in prostitution, for un-sexy people, such as myself.

I was digging through my email earlier today, and I found this gem. It's called "Arizona Rising." I published it in a gay Arizona PRINT publication. It's not THAT terrible! It's also fun to see how far I've come since those freshman days. Plus, I made $200 off this story, which is a LOT when you're a college freshman in Allentown, PA.

Take a trip into the past with me, will you? I promise gay cowboy sex as your reward.

- Justin Luke
JustinLukeNYC.com

It’s a mirage.

A vision. A dream.

Some thought made physical by the sheer heat.

Dusty Timberlands gave way to pre-ruined Guess jeans give way to half-moon navel to small dirt trail of hair to hardened pectoral muscles through a tight shirt to stubbly neck to square cheeks to dark, hungry eyes.

…Men in the desert are but a play on the senses, the yearning of the traveler. When the need grows too strong, these specters of desire rise from the sand...

Weather Channel: New York – 32 degrees. Phoenix – 93 degrees.

Attention passengers please remember to keep your aroused members in the upright position.

Quick check. It’s bulging a bit.

Lean forward, readjust.

Good, it’s back behind the belt line again.

A glance from the Mirage Man. Another bout of seizing from the affected organ.

Distraction: Someone had told Max that they stopped giving out peanuts on airplanes because of allergies. He looked at the half eaten pack of honey roasted ones on his tray and

A quick look up. Fuck. The guy’s still looking.

For a second, Max looked at the man across the aisle from him. Truly post-modern, he mused, I’m across from a movie cowboy on a flight into Phoenix.

Was Cowboy connecting to another flight like him? Or would this stop be his home on the range?

Where the queers and the antelope play…

Break the glance. Back to the window. A tunnel of clouds. A ground of white instead of the land he had seen earlier in the flight.

Like magnets, he felt his eyes shifting again, back to John Wayne.

What had a cowpoke like him been doing in New York to begin with? A photo shoot for hottest man of the year? Some rodeo in an underground arena that no one knew of?

Someone like him would blatantly stick out of the normal flow of guys. He was too perfect to fit in with the Manhattan masses.

He had to be six foot two.

Hey there, partner, yer a tall drink-a-water, aintcha?

Max thought: Naked Cowboy. He looked back at the dude, who had taken to looking out his window.

In New York, no matter the weather, Max would see the Naked Cowboy. That cowboy wasn’t like this tough-n-tumbler sitting across from him. No, not like him at all. The New York facsimile was some clown who wore a pair of tight white briefs and played a guitar to the tourists in Times Square.

Public embarrassment for a quarter, maam?

This one, on the plane, he’s the real thing. You can only get this type of guy out West, Max thought.

Again, their eyes met. The cowboy seemed to be sizing him up.

Max looked at the other passengers to avert his eyes.

A beefy businessman banged away on his laptop. A twenty-something girl laid back in a deep sleep. Then cowboy.

Still starin’. (Yee-Haw)

Action first, thought later.

Max was on his feet and walking to the bathroom. He didn’t have to piss, but there he was, entering the aisle.

The mirage’s eyes followed like Max had attached the pupils to either side of his ass with string. Max felt his eyebrows rise into an interested? look. The cowboy seemed taken, as he stood up slowly followed Max to the back of the plane.

Don’t look back now. You don’t want this. You want to make your connection and be at LAX before nightfall. That’s what you really desire.

Max slipped into one of the lavatories and closed the door behind him. Since he was there, he gave peeing a try.

A few drips. Nothing to call home about. He washed his hands and opened the door.

Blazing saddles stood in front of him, smiling. The boots, the abdominal musculature, the chest begging for a rub-down.

Ah’m gonna hog tie you, boy. Make you squeal like a piggy.

Poof. Nothing actually there. Glancing down the aisle, Max noticed the back of his very important passenger’s head. He had probably finished in the bathroom quickly and gotten back to his seat lickety split.

Maybe the cowboy didn’t even get up at all.

Back to his seat. Excuse me. Coming through. Sorry.

Bong. The seatbelt light began to glow.

“Attention passengers we are about to make our final descent into Sky Harbor International Airport. Please place your seats in the upright position and secure your trays…”

blah blah blah. Max looked at Cowboy to see Cowboy looking right back at him. What does he want? What does he think I’m going to give him?

“Please remain seated until we have safely landed and thank you for flying with us.”

The plane penetrated the level of clouds and opened up a panorama of the city beneath.

Ears popping. Max chewed to try and ease the pressure in his head. At this point, the cowboy wasn’t bothering to look away.

One look out the window at the buildings coming closer and closer still.

Still staring. With a slight Western smile.

Descending. Descending. Cars on unknown freeways going in either direction. The runway.

Still smiling. Asking a world of questions with his eyes.

THUD. Touch down.

The cowboy seemed to enjoy the bump of the plane on the ground, smiling wide and invitingly.

More planes, spinning around and taking off. A little truck drove up to retrieve the luggage.

“Welcome to Phoenix, everyone. The current temperature is a sizzling 92 degrees. Hope you packed some bathing suits!”

Humor from the captain, light laughter from the passengers.

Max had been told by friends that Tempe was the place to go. Rumors and smiles of flawless guys attending Arizona State University. Kind of like cowboy looked, Max imagined. But with so many extra bodies, they could all have a regular rodeo. Talk about a welcoming committee.

And when it was hot, they walked around in the streets shirtless.

A scene of pure testosterone: Hundreds of these cowboys, walking through the streets, giving each other suggestive eyes, and ducking into the shade to hide out from the heat.

And make a little of their own.

Drool built up in Max’s mouth. He could taste the cowboy; smell the musk.

The plane stopped completely. Get up. Grab luggage. Head for the door.

Quick glance. Gone.

Where had the cowboy gone? The line of people making for the exit was too massive. He was lost. Miss your chance, and it’s gone forever.

Was he upset? Depressed? It had just been a fun eye game to make the flight pass. What could come of it anyway? It wasn’t worth the trouble or hurt feelings.

He probably wasn’t even really interested anyway. Not like Max was, either.

Plus he had a quick layover. 25 minutes. Enough time to grab a nosh and head over to the next gate.

The rippled, brown stomach.

No.

He found a coffee place down past the gate. Caffeine would help, it would be a late night once he got in to LA.

The bulging, hairy chest.

No.

What about the burger place over there? Shouldn’t cost too much money. Not that money was of any concern right now.

Yippee Kay-ay.

Where the fuck had he come from this time? Staying true to his mirage form, Max thought, here comes Cowboy out of empty space again. The man stood against the wall by the coffee place. He had a hat on now. Must have come out of his carry-on. From under the rim, one dark eye stared at Max.

Cowboy had unbuttoned his shirt completely sometime between the landing and his re-materialization.

A nod of recognition. That one eye relentless in its gaze. Max nodded back. A slow turn on the heels, and the cowboy made for a door a few feet from him.

Action again. The blur of airport, the chill of air conditioning, the swinging exit door. Max found himself outside in a secluded area. Far back, he could see desert. Not at home any more. In New York, the distance is just more buildings.

Where’s the tumbleweed, Max thought.

“Hot enough for ya?” Cowboy asked.

Max didn’t answer. The cowboy didn’t want one. They stood 10 feet apart and stared at each other, no sound but the planes overhead.

“Name’s Dirk.”

“Max.”

“Where ya headin’?”

“Los Angeles. I have a connecting flight in 15 minutes.”

Dirk didn’t move an inch. Through squinting eyes, he would look like a statue.

“You want to have some fun?”

Max didn’t know if that needed an answer. But neither man walked closer to the other.

An old western shoot-out. No mayor to oversee them. No pretty lady or player piano in the Saloon.

Ten paces, draw and fire.

Hands in Max’s hair. The gel wore out quick as the rough hands locked behind his ears. The salty flavor of the cowboy’s sweat. The feeling of Max’s own perspiration trickling down his forehead. Each stomach muscle offered resistance to Max’s tongue.

A glance up. The cowboy looked down at Max with his entire face now masked in the shadow of the hat.

Those hands pulled Max further down, to the ripped-up jeans. So hot. So sweaty. The cowboy shoved himself into Max’s mouth. Like a spur kick into the side of a horse.

Another plane flew overhead. Max didn’t dare close his eyes. Neither did the cowboy.

Too hot. Too sweaty. Max stood up and undid his own pants. The cowboy pulled a condom out of the pocket of his jeans before he let them fall around his ankles.

Max sucked in a breath as Cowboy slammed him against the hot wall of the alley. His cheek burned as he pressed his face into the steaming surface. Brand me. Ride me. Tame me.

The strength in the cowboy’s forceful movement was one that Max had never experienced. Southern hospitality. Can’t get this kind of treatment north of the Mason-Dixon line.

Relentlessly, Dirk filled Max with everything there was to offer. With nothing to grab a hold of, Max scratched at the walls, screaming.

Another plane flew overhead. It sliced the sky on its way back East. To the cold and the snow and the place Max was so glad to be miles away from.

The cowboy said nothing, his face stone set on his job. That only made Max hotter. Hotter than the curling waves of heat coming out of the ground. Hotter than the thick air slowly working its way down Max’s throat. Hotter than the burning in his eyes from the dripping sweat.

With a strong grunt, the cowboy released. Max let out one last shout as he lost his stuff on the wall.

He looked at Dirk over his shoulder. Finally, the cowboy smiled. He leaned over and whispered to Max:

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Eyes re-focus. Action before thought, and Max jumped to the side as a luggage van sped past him in reverse.

“Watch yourself guy!” The driver screamed as he zipped away from the coffee place.

Deep breath. Re-gather. People’s eyes on him – the dreamy eyed Yankee standing next to a giant cardboard cut out of an iced latte.

He looked around for the cowboy. Gone. Plenty of hustling passengers, stewardesses with their wheeled suitcases, janitors cleaning up a nearby bathroom, but no Stetson hat wearing stranger.

He checked his watch.

Fuck. Plane takes off in one minute. Max took off across the terminal, his suitcase flying behind him like toilet paper stuck on a shoe.

What a great excuse: Sorry I didn’t catch my flight, I was too busy fantasizing about a cowboy I saw on the plane.

Enter the cowboy: leaning up against a window, a stalk of grass in his teeth. Real or mirage? No time to guess.

A growing bulge in his pants. Can’t stop. Thirty seconds until takeoff.

Running like a bucking bronco, like an untamed prairie steed. Hopping suitcases, running through passengers like slalom poles.

Keep breathing. Keep your eyes open.

Heigh ho, Silver, away!

Gorgeous, Gay, and Twenty Questions with Texan Trevor!

2012-01-04T10:00:00.002-05:00

YEEEEHAW! Happy Hump Day, Plus One Cowpokes!

Let's waste zero time, I know why you came 'round here today.

It's Hump Day, which means it's time for my GG20Q post of the day! I figured you'd had enough of NYC (for this week at least) so I took a trip down South to lasso up a Tall Texan hottie for this weekly post.

His name is Trevor, and I think you're gonna love him.

If you DO, you can find the link to his Twitter at the bottom of the post!

YIPPEE KAI-YAY!
Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

- THE STATS -

NAME: Trevor

AGE: 22

HEIGHT: 6’3”

BODY TYPE: Twig

HOMETOWN: Somewhere in Texas

CURRENT CITY: Dallas, TX (the recent Bravo capital for whatever reason)

CAREER: Advertising

TOP/BOTTOM: That’s for me to know and you to... guess?

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: I’m definitely not taken. I wouldn’t say I’m on an active look either, but if the stars align then so be it!

- THE QUESTIONS -

Describe to me your ideal guy… physically, career-wise, age, everything!
Driven, intelligent, accomplished, handsome, funny, caring, gay (duh), drug-free, well-spoken, tolerant, punctual, and respectful. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?! One last thing, tweet! I’ve been wanting to date someone that tweets as much as I do, so add “tech-savvy” to the list as well.

It's a Friday night… what are you doing?
I “go out” like once a month max. Usually I’m just hanging out with friends and having a couple drinks. Or being antisocial and watching Nikita. You don’t have to be stumbling out of a club to have fun!

What's one thing most people don't know about you?
I’ve got a baby daddy story that is worth of an episode on Maury.

What's your favorite part of yourself?
I think I have a good nose.

What's your least favorite part of yourself?
Instead of twigs, I wish my arms were lively branches of strength and vigor. In my defense, being so tall has it’s disadvantages (just one though, let’s be honest). I have a wing-span like no other and any muscle mass added is stretched straight to LA, New York, Vegas to Ahf-reek-ah. Life is hard.

What's the best way for someone to approach you if they want a date?
Probably a few words and exchange numbers. Be genuine. Small talk is fine. If I’m in a group then just do the whole discreet number thing.

When is it okay to have sex with someone? After the first date? The third date? BEFORE the first date?
I try to follow Patti Stanger’s philosophy “no sex before monogamy!”

What's a DEAL-BREAKER when it comes to guys you're considering dating? Why?
If they fail the friend test, it’s over. I don’t want to date a guy who my friends don’t like, because it’s a bunch of awkwardness I’d rather avoid. And the ideal guy should try to win my friends over, not repel them.

Give me a 30-second elevator pitch on why you'd make an awesome boyfriend for someone.
I’ve been told I’m handsome, adorable, etc. but that’s not really what I’m into. Looks - although important - are nothing more than a genetic lottery. On the inside, I’m ambitious, loyal, smart, funny, and an obvious Capricorn. I’ve got a long life of success and adventure ahead of me, I’m just missing my partner in crime.

What's your craziest ex story?
One time my ex told me he’s never loved someone as much as me. A week later, he was in a relationship with someone else. I’d say that was pretty crazy. More like - he’s crazy.

What's your BEST first date story?
I'll just say this department could really be improved, so step it up gentlemen!

What do you have to say to anyone who's read this, and wants to ask you out?
Use proper grammar. Spell everything out. Be thoughtful. Be punctual. Be bold.
You’re more likely to get a response from me on Twitter than FB.

Want to drop Trevor a line? He's expecting you! You can find him on Twitter right here.

GG20's Topless Tuesdays Means Shirtless Guys!

2012-01-03T21:09:00.000-05:00

Yes, I created the Facebook group Gorgeous, Gay and Twenty-Something. I'm so glad I did. It now has 6,000 members from around the world. It's fun. It's sexy. It's crazy. It's never quiet.

But my FAVORITE part of the group is when one of our 10 admins, or our 6,000 members, makes up something that spreads like wildfire.

One such thing is TOPLESS TUESDAY. I don't know who created it, but everyone in the group loves it. Here are a few choice highlights from this week's GG20 Topless Tuesday.

Enjoy!

Justin Luke
JustinLukeNYC.com

Zombies: Coming Soon to a Gay Cruise Near You

2012-01-03T10:49:00.000-05:00

So, I've done just about all the Gulliver I can do for now... literally. I've finished the final edits on Gulliver Takes Manhattan (now available for pre-order! Coming out May 1st!)

And I've finished all FIVE of my Gulliver's Travelers Kindle-exclusive short stories (more info here!)

Now, I know y'all want a sequel, and I wanna write one! And, well, I will be writing one. Gully and his crew are SO stuck in my head that I'll probably be sending them on wild adventures for years to come.

BUT, my publisher has insisted that the sequel, Gulliver Takes Provincetown, should come out in 2013. I think that's cool. I can get on board with that.

So I've got some time between now and then... and I want to make sure that the sequel I write is fresh, sexy, dramatic, insane, and awesome sauce. I think the best way to do that is to cleanse my palate a bit... to take an active writing break from Gulliver.

AKA: I'm not stopping writing. I'm just giving Gully and crew a vacation.

AKA: I'm starting work on a NEW novel!

Here are the details (which are few, since I'm not one of those authors who PLAN ahead. I sorta dive in, make a mess, and clean up the chaos later).

The book is tentatively titled Narcissus. and it's a straight-up horror novel about a zombie outbreak on a gay cruise. No, I'm not joking. I'm 100% serious.

Why? Because I spend all day chatting with gay twenty-somethings and it's become abundantly clear that there are two things they love right now: Pokemon and zombies. Since Pokemon are trademarked, I won't be diving into that murky world.

But zombies? Yeah, I can do that.

Also, Narcissus will give me a chance to give a shout-out to my original writer hero. The guy that inspired me since the age of 13: Stephen King. I love him! I've read about 50% of his work, which is saying something, since he writes no less than 3 novels a damn year.

I owe my will to write to Mr. King, and this gory horrorfest will be my giving him his due.

Oh, another fun thing about Narcissus: every character in the book will be based on an ACTUAL person I know. I have received over 300 volunteers who are excited to have their bodies torn limb from limb by my darling zombies. I will be using many of them.

What can you expect from Narcissus when it hits sometime late in 2013? Oh, lots of scary stuff. Lots of blood. SOME sex (not a lot - would YOU be able to have sex, knowing that zombies were coming for you?) Just a lot of scary stuff.

I'm looking forward to this challenge. I haven't written full length horror EVER. Also, it'll be interesting to make sure that Narcissus stands firmly in scary land, without tripping over into corny funny world. Don't want that.

I'm already 5,000 words in to Narcissus, which means it's easy breezy and tons of fun. I expect to begin tearing my hair out and doubting my ability as a writer sometime between 25 and 40,000 words. I apologize in advance to my friends for the whining that will commence when that happens.

And for the rest of you: I'll keep you posted on progress!

xo
Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

Gorgeous, Gay and 20 Questions with Pedro Rangel!

2011-12-21T12:37:00.000-05:00

Happy Hump Day, Plus Ones!

It's Wednesday, which means it's time for GG20Q!

This week I brought a real stud on board to tell you all about him. His name is Pedro and he's beautiful, bendable, and billable! (As in he works as a go-go boy at Splash, so bring your singles!)

If you wanna drop Pedro a line after getting to know him, a link to his Facebook is down below.

xo Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

- THE STATS -

NAME: Pedro (licious) Rangel

AGE: 25 but I look 19

HEIGHT: 5'11"

BODY TYPE: lean, athletic

HOMETOWN: Morleia, Michuacan Mexica

CURRENT CITY: New York City

CAREER: Dancer

TOP/BOTTOM: Depends but I'm mostly bottom

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Waiting to get swept off my feet

- THE QUESTIONS -

Describe to me your ideal guy… physically, career-wise, age, everything!
Physically I am really attracted to big muscle guys. Usually 6 foot something about at least 180# and higher. I like being the little twinky arm candy. I would like him to have a job where he is stable and very content. If he is happy with work I will be :) I do like mentally mature men so they usually tend to be older. I like men who are comfortable in their own skin, insecurity and doubt can be a turn-off. Also flirting is something I like to do so he must like to do it with me too!

It's a Friday night… what are you doing?
Well since I dance on Thursday and Saturdays and Sundays at Splash I usually use that night to recover and chill, but I would like have that night as a movie night in w someone special :)

What's one thing most people don't know about you?
I actually love going to museums and I have a strong interest in the animal kingdom lol I actually wanted to be a zoologist when I was growing up.

What's your favorite part of yourself?
I am a very loyal friend and will do anything for close friends or my lover. I do love making people happy and I think that thats a good quality

What's your least favorite part of yourself?
When people screw me over (and not in the good way) I will do everything in my power to make their lives hell. I will not rest until my revenge is enough to satisfy me. So i guess you can say i'm a bitch when you cross the line.

What's the best way for someone to approach you if they want a date?
Honestly, it would be to just come up to me and say hello and introduce themselves. Start up a conversation. ( A compliment would'nt hurt either lol) Flattery gets you everywhere haha!

When is it okay to have sex with someone? After the first date? The third date? BEFORE the first date?
Lets be honest and say that it depends on the mood. If im wasted I might do it on the first night hahaha! But I try and hold out until it feels right.

What's a DEAL-BREAKER when it comes to guys you're considering dating? Why?
Instability and Poor hygiene!!!! cant stand either

Give me a 30-second elevator pitch on why you'd make an awesome boyfriend/hook-up (whichever you're into) for someone.
I am a smart, career oriented, mature young man. I know what I want in life and will not quit till I achieve it. I am loyal and honest, plus I am super flexible and can act out anything your dirty mind can imagine hahaha ;)

What's your craziest ex story?
I dated a singer in my cast about 3 years ago. He was addicted to prescription pills and wanted to commit suicide when we broke up. He believed that physical violence was ok in a relationship....I did not. 1 compound word for guys like that... Douche Bag!!

What's your BEST first date story?
Once a guy took me out to a beautiful dinner in a great restaurant and then to a strange location in the mountains where there was a small grassy field. When we arrived there was a blanket laid out with a box of chocolate covered strawberries and 2 bottles of wine on it...He def got laid that night lol!!

What do you have to say to anyone who's read this, and wants to ask you out?
If you think you can handle me and are not intimidated by me then you should def come up and say hi. It doesnt matter if im on a box at splash, tumbling in Central Park, or walking down the street. Say hi, what have you got to lose? Im really a nice guy. Feel free to tip me at Splash too ;-P

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Wanna drop Pedro a line? He's waiting for you to say "hi" on Facebook RIGHT HERE.

The Art of Breaking Up: 5 Ways to Finally Do It

2011-12-20T11:16:00.000-05:00

This post is the second part of my new The Art of Breaking Up series. Be sure to check out the first one before you give this one a read.

And remember my disclaimer: use it if you think it's good advice, and DON'T use it if you don't! These are just tips I have gathered over my many years of breaking hearts and having my heart broken.

So here we are. You have decided that it's time for your beau to go... how do you make the cut? This isn't Project Runway or ANTM, so you can't just drop a catch phrase and cut to the scene of them packing their knives in the Top Chef kitchen. It requires more work. Unpleasant work. Nay, SHITTY work. But guess what? If you are doing the breaking up, you need to expect it to be dirty. Like slitting the throat of a chicken.

Here are a few tips for when it comes to the breakup:

1. It's Never the "RIGHT" Time
Basically what I mean by this is DON'T BE A COWARD. It will never, ever be a good day to break up with someone. Just like it's never a good day to get kicked in the balls. No matter when you break up with someone, they will ALWAYS have something to say about the day you did it. He broke up with me on my birthday! On Valentine's Day! A DAY BEFORE Valentine's Day! Two weeks AFTER Valentine's Day! On the anniversary of my dog's death!

Honestly, no one ever thinks of breaking up with someone on Valentine's Day. You were probably thinking about doing it for a long-ass time and finally couldn't take it any more. Once you've decided to break up with someone, do the both of you a favor and GET IT OVER WITH.

2. Be the Asshole
If you're breaking up with someone, you are always going to be the asshole. To make it as clean as possible, it is best to take ALL of the responsibility on yourself. It's your fault. You're the dick. You thought he was the one, and then you changed your mind. You're a depraved scumbag and a liar and you're so sorry you visited this horror on him.

It DOESN'T MATTER if your soon-to-be-ex is actually the asshole (or equal parts asshole). A breakup is a tiny bit easier when you steal their thunder, admit you're a dickface, and nod silently and sullenly as they repeat to you HOW MUCH of a dickface you are.

Because, in the end, who cares if he thinks you're an asshole? You're off to get single sex tonight.

3. Do it in person (or over the phone)
Only do it over the phone if you're far, far away from each other. Otherwise - do it in person.

NEVER break up with someone via Facebook or text or smoke signal. One: because it's shitty. Two: because there is now permanent proof on a social network, or your ex's phone, that you are a cockschmuck of the highest degree. And trust me, he WILL show everyone. There goes your reputation. All because you were too afraid to confront your guy face-to-face.

Again, break ups are SUPPOSED to be hard and uncomfortable. Stop trying to make them peaceful and rosy... it won't work. You owe the dumpee AT LEAST some respect. And you need to let him express his own feelings of anger/sadness/righteousness/whatever. It's just the human thing to do.

4. Don't Say Why
When you break up with someone, their first desperate clinging maneuver is to ask you why. Let me tell you right now: no matter how logical, realistic, honest, or simple you answer is, it will never be a good enough answer. If you're firm in your decision to end this, then end it. Don't tell them why.

Or if you MUST tell them why, tell them that you just can't. That it's not what you wanted. That you're not ready for something this serious RIGHT NOW (which is key, just in case you act like an idiot and start dating someone else two days later).

But guess what? All those answers are bullshit too. Who knows why you're breaking up with him? Well, you do. And that answer may range from: I met a hotter guy to I just wanna be slutty to I can't stand how high-pitched your voice is to any old thing.

The reason doesn't matter. What matters is that it's over. Don't belabor it.

5. Plead the Fifth
Once you have broken up with your ex, it is your job to SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT HIM. Don't start walking around town saying how small his dick is or how bad the acne on his back was. That's double shitty. Remember - you already broke his heart.

I don't care WHAT your ex says about you. When you hear it second-hand, shake your head, cluck your tongue, and say something like "I feel so bad I hurt him like that, he sounds really angry. I hope he can get over it soon." Why? Because he is destroyed, and he is angry. You might be too, but, again, say nothing about him. It's time to move on.

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And that's the end of another Art of Breaking Up post. Stick around for another one next week. And if you have any particular questions you want me to address - let me hear them!

Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

The Art of Breaking Up: How You Know It's Over

2011-12-16T11:23:00.000-05:00

Over here at Justin Plus One, I've given a LOT of advice about dating, but most of it involves how to land the guy, how to keep the guy, and what to do with the guy once you get them.

But what about when it's time to ditch the guy?

Let's face it. Breaking up is as significant a part of a relationship as any other. To go into a relationship and expect it to last forever is a hopeful mentality, but it may not be completely accurate. You need to be comfortable with the notion of breaking up - because settling for something that's substandard, just because you don't want to be alone is both stupid and self-destructive.

SO I think I'm going to start a new advice series here: The Art of Breaking Up. It'll be a bunch of posts on breaking up DO's and DON'Ts. Tips I've amassed over my many years of dating, and breaking up with, guys.

Use what you will, ignore what you won't. I am merely offering this as a service!

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

WHEN DO YOU BREAK UP?
This is a big deal right here. Naturally, when we enter into a union with a guy, we're imagining it lasting forever. We get married on the beach, wake up every morning to breakfast in bed, and sing with cute forest creatures while we do our chores.

Of course, that doesn't always happen. So... when do you know you should break up? Here are some good reasons:

1. It's been a short time and you ALREADY have problems.
Pay close attention to this. All relationships should come with a Honeymoon period. It's where your partner is everything to you and your eyes are fluttering and you kiss and peck and Skype with each other every night. Your Facebook friends want to murder you because all you do is call each other "Kissy" on each other's walls, post pix of you kissing, and throw Hershey's Kisses at each other.

It won't last long, so enjoy it!

However, if you don't get that Honeymoon period, and are already fighting within a few days or weeks of dating... that's serious evidence that maybe this isn't what you're looking for. Everyone is entitled to a Honeymoon. If you're getting screwed in that department, take a deep breath and ask: why? If you're already incompatible and not getting along... what does the future hold?

Relationships get tougher over time, not easier. It's the physics of love. So if you're starting in a bad place... well, maybe you should go start in a different place with a different guy.

2. They don't give you what you want, even after you ask.
Do you need to be texted every day? Do you want your beau to ask you about your day? Are you expecting sex in the morning, afternoon, and night? Do they need to go out with you, or stay in with you?

You have EVERY RIGHT to have expectations of your relationship... because we go into relationships to make ourselves happier and complete ourselves. And your partner has every right to not give it to you if it isn't something they want to... because they're looking for happiness, too. That's compatibility, folks.

If you feel something is lacking, tell your partner about it. Talk to them. Don't play games. Come right out and say what you want, let him tell you what he wants, and come to a CONSENSUS (ie - you give a little, he gives a little... this can't be one-sided). If THAT happens, and your partner still doesn't fix it, it may be grounds for breaking up - you're just not compatible.

3. You catch them lying.
Lying is a BIG deal in relationships. Boyfriends need to be able to trust each other. And yes, the average human being tells up to 20 lies a day, but they tend to be white lies - lies that keep the world moving and peoples' feelings intact.

BUT if you catch your boyfriend lying to you, multiple times, it may be time to split up. But first, talk to them. Tell them that transparency is important. That you'd rather know than not know. If it continues... get outta there. You need to build trust and transparency, not walk around living in a world of doubt all the time. That's not enjoyable, and why be in something optional when you aren't enjoying it?

4. Your eyes wander TOO much
Do you find yourself wanting to bone every hot guy you pass? Well, that's still pretty natural. We're sexual beings. Seeing a gorgeous guy will almost ALWAYS grab our attention. A relationship is not a blindfold. We still have penises.

HOWEVER, if that attraction gets more tempting, if you feel like you're missing out or not living it up or just want to hop in a few more beds, it may be time to take a trip to Splitsville. Maybe you're not ready to settle down just yet.

A DISCLAIMER: this really only matters for recent relationships. I believe that all relationships should start with monogamy. At LEAST for a year. You need a baseline to start from.

If you and your partner have been together for years, and your eyes start wandering, I advocate some serious conversations. Perhaps you can open up your relationship a little bit? It's difficult, yes. It may not work, sure. But, as Dan Savage, the creator of It Gets Better has said: "Monogamy should not be the reason a perfectly good couple breaks up."

If your sex life is awesome, your relationship is awesome, and your love is strong AND all you are dealing with is a bit of excess testosterone and bonering... it may be worth talking over.

5. The sex sucks.
Let's face it! Sex is important. VERY important. And if the fornicating you're getting isn't worth the fornicating you're getting, it's time to hightail it.

Are you both stubborn tops? That's bad. Same for bottoms. Simple sexual compatibility is VERY VERY IMPORTANT. But what about when the issue is more... complex?

It's ALL about communication first. Each of us is hardwired a different way sexually. And unfortunately, we don't come with Fuck Manuals. If you want something of your partner you MUST tell them. Do you want them to slap you around? Maybe you want them to let you rim them. Maybe you wanna role play, or focus more on the nipples, or not shower after the gym.

If you know what gets you going, be sure to let THEM know, or you can't possibly hold them responsible for not meeting your needs. No one's a Sex Psychic.

And that's it for today, chaps! Let me know what you think of this. And stay tuned for more installments in The Art of Breaking Up.

Gorgeous, Gay, and 20 Questions with Mat Eichler!

2011-12-14T11:23:00.001-05:00

Happy Hump Day, Plus Ones!

It's time for GORGEOUS, GAY and 20 QUESTIONS (GG20Q)! In case you missed the kick-off of this new weekly series, be sure to check out my interview with hottie Bobby Jones from last week.

As for today? I pulled aside yet another smokin' hottie... one near and dear to my heart because he's a fellow STRONG ISLANDER!

His name is Mat Eichler. Get in his head, and his pants, by reading my interview with him.

And then, if you wanna chat him up, the link to his Facebook profile is at the bottom! Go ahead and reach out to him... he's expecting it :)

ALSO: if you want to be considered for a GG20Q interview, hit me up!

xo Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

- THE STATS -

NAME: Mat (yes with one T XD)

AGE: 20 (21 on January 6th and I am super excited! ^_^)

HEIGHT: 5'10"

BODY TYPE: Slim

HOMETOWN: Hauppauge, NY

CURRENT CITY: Hauppauge? lol

CAREER: I am a Student hopefully attending classes at Five Towns College for Music Production. I am in the process of building a production studio in my basement and trying to eventually start my own business and start out helping anyone who ever wrote song lyrics or even music and didnt know what to do with it to at least produce something for them so they can move on to bigger and better things like i dunno...youtube or itunes or something. So that's in the works.

TOP/BOTTOM: XD I consider myself more of a top but generally I won't complain if it turns out the other way around, just a preference.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: I recently got out of a relationship that I probably shouldn't have stayed in for as long as I did. So now I guess I would say I am having fun right now but looking and open to the idea of dating in the near future.

- THE QUESTIONS -

Describe to me your ideal guy… physically, career-wise, age, everything!
I would say that an Ideal guy would have to be someone between 5'8 to 6'2 but height is not absolutely necessary its not something someone generally chooses lol, I am highly attracted to guys with blond to dirty blond hair and lighter eyes, but as of late I have been very open to things that I am not 150% attracted to, so if someone has dark hair and dark eyes but that have a killer smile and a sense of humor and be generally interesting I will probably go to dinner with you haha. As far as age I try to keep it around my own age no younger than 18 but no older than around 28, usually I prefer a more artsy fartsy guy or at least someone who can appreciate music being that is a main interest of mine. Finally I'd say someone who is similar enough to me that we have common interests and can talk about a lot of things and share experiences but different enough to keep it interesting.

It's a Friday night… what are you doing?
Trying to find somewhere to go out, with a bunch of friends boozin' and havin a few laughs (whats that from? XD)

What's one thing most people don't know about you?
Most people as much as it is a large part of my life don't really know that I write music and lyrics and am constantly sitting at the piano writing. Or that i am trying to make a career out of music. I have been playing piano ever since I was about 2 years old in a very kiddy keyboarding class...the kind with balloons and stuffed animals all around the room but it was still fun and I have not given it up since. =]

What's your favorite part of yourself?
Probably my personality and sense of humor =D

What's your least favorite part of yourself?
probably my nose >.<

What's the best way for someone to approach you if they want a date?
Generally, I like when a guy is honest about his feelings and is confident in themselves. I don't really like it when you have to ask your friend to come over to me to ask me if I think you are cute. I don't bite...lol

When is it okay to have sex with someone?
I think it is okay to have sex when if feels right for both partners, to put a concrete limit on it like first date or third date ect. is not natural and when it comes to dating everything has to be natural for both people.

What's a DEAL-BREAKER when it comes to guys you're considering dating? Why?
I'd say that there are a few deal-breakers, if I sense that someone has too big an ego...ya thats kind of a turn off. Confidence is one thing but Cockiness is another. Also if someone is like a piece of gum thats stuck to my shirt and wont come off thats also not very good either. I also hate to say this but if someone really doesn't like my music or build themselves up to at least appreciate it for what it is I usually am not too happy.

Give me a 30-second elevator pitch on why you'd make an awesome boyfriend/hook-up.
I'd make a good boyfriend because I have been through A lot of experiences which have allowed me to know what I want and what I don't want. I am honest, I don't lie and will tell it like it is. When I date someone and say yes, I do not do that loosely, I date with my heart and soul and put everything I am into someone that I care about and do so passionately. I also have direction and know what I want to get out of life and will stop at nothing until I get it.

What's your craziest ex story?
I regretfully say that all of my exes are rather obnoxiously bat shit crazy. If you are super interested on those matters that's probably something to ask me in person. I'd be more than happy to tell the many tells of my relationship failures.

What's your BEST first date story?
I'd have to say the best first date that I ever had was spent in New York City. Walking around the city and Central Park and getting rides on those little horse and buggy things and getting a little kiss at the end of the night in the center of Times Square. Corny but i also say that I love Cheese and Corn XD

What do you have to say to anyone who's read this, and wants to ask you out?
Just have an open mind and have a little rhythm in you and you have nothing to worry about. I am the kind of guy where you can let out that inner child that you locked up a long time ago and let him out. Its okay to be a goof and be silly around me because thats just what I am myself. If you are looking for someone who is Musical, Silly, Funny, Caring, Loving, and Bounce off the walls fun, then I'm your guy! =]

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Wanna drop Mat a line? Hit him up on Facebook right now.

Give Back to New York's Homeless Gays This Holiday Season

2011-12-13T11:03:00.000-05:00

Are you out of the closet?

If yes, what's your coming out story? Mine was pretty amazing. I won't get into details, but let's just say that it involved a surprise You're Gay! party at my house, thrown by my parents, complete with a rainbow cake and 40 of my closest friends.

But, let's face it, my coming out story is rare. Many gays are lucky to have parents who have any sort of neutral/positive reaction to the fact that their children are gay.

And then, let's face reality: a lot of LGBT kids who come out (whether by choice or by revelation) end up literally thrown out of their homes. Sent packing to the street or a sibling's place or a friend's place, or any place. On their ass.

It's disgusting, but it's true.

I thank the universe every day for my lucky coming out situation, but I don't stop there. I CAN'T stop there.

My biggest pet project - the cause that takes the largest share of my heart and generosity - is housing for homeless gay youth. I give hundreds of dollars a year to organizations whose mission is to put a roof over the head of unlucky gays who lost their families and homes because of who they are.

So, if this holiday season has you feeling generous, allow me to direct you to a place to send your cash: The Ali Forney Center

This organization works every day to give homeless gay youth a place to live, learn, and grow. They are one of the greatest organizations I know of.

Because, yes, there may be many needs that many people have... but I truly believe we need a HOME before we can ask for anything else. When you sleep on the street and can't get something to eat, all of your other problems are just icing.

Consider sending a few dollars towards Ali Forney (the donation button is on the left side of their homepage). I know I will be.

Because everyone needs a place to call home. It's really that simple.

Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

Sexy Dude, Sexy Video: Hand Dance!

2011-12-12T13:04:00.000-05:00

This hilarious and hot music video by the duo Liquid Diet made my day, as does one half of the duo behind it, the gorgeous Billy Hanson (formerly of Whore's Mascara)

What's a Hand Dance? Well, I'm sure you can figure it out. And if you can't, check out this music video to get a clue. And if you STILL don't have a clue, drop me a line and Billy and I will come by your place to give you a two-man hand dance.

I haven't asked Billy if this is okay, but I doubt he'll have an issue with me making that commitment on his behalf.

If you love Hand Dance, grab a FREE download of it over at Liquid Diet's Soundcloud page!

Gorgeous, Gay, and Twenty Questions with Bobby Jones!

2011-12-07T09:31:00.001-05:00

Imagine you're at a bar, or club, or theater, or local store and you see the hottest guy right across the way. Oh, fuck. He is HOT! And GAY! Oh man, you want to go up to him. Chat him up. Take him out. Take him home, whatever.

But you don't. You're too nervous. Is he too hot? Is he taken? Who knows!? The doubt is just too much for you to make a move.

Well, here's my own little attempt at a solution. My NEW weekly series: Gorgeous, Gay, and Twenty Questions! The premise is as easy as I am when you get enough vodka in me: I pull aside a gorgeous, gay twenty-something and give him a good grilling for you.

Each week you'll meet a new gay hottie and they will spill out their most private thoughts, right here on my blog! They'll even tell you how you could score a date with them!

It's all part of my mission to make gay men go after what they want, so they can get what they want. To that effect at the bottom of every Gorgeous, Gay and Twenty Questions (GG20Q) you'll find a Facebook link to my hot interviewee. Go ahead and hit them up! They're waiting for you. Seriously

Now, allow me to introduce you to my inaugural GG20Q boy, Bobby Jones. And thank him in advance for letting me get down and dirty with him.

You'll get a NEW GG20Q every Hump Day here at Justin + 1... so be sure to come back next week to meet the next hottie!

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

- THE STATS -

Name: Bobby Jones

Age: 20 (soon to be 21 :D)

Height: 5’8”

Body Type: Slim

Hometown: Crotchester, New York

Current City: New York, NY

Career: Fashion Design student at the Fashion Institute of Technology

Top/Bottom: That’s for me to know, and you to find out ;) JK... Bottom

Relationship Status: looking/just having fun

- THE QUESTIONS -

Describe to me your ideal guy… physically, career-wise, age, everything!
My ideal guy is between 5’9” – 6’ because i know im a midget and i don’t like someone to constantly be making me feel shorter than i already am. Im attracted to guys with brown hair and eyes, a good tan, and someone who takes care of himself. Im not into long hair or other slim guys. I prefer to date people older than myself probably a guy aged 23-28 and someone who is not in the same career field as me. I like someone who has a different set of interests cause it keeps me more interested.

It's a friday night… what are you doing?
Probably sleeping because im normally exhausted on fridays, have a lot of work to do for school, and plan on going out on saturday :)

What's one thing most people don't know about you?
Mmmmm theres a couple. One is that i was a small business owner in highschool and i placed third in a national competition for young business owners and entrepreneurs. And the other is that i played tennis for 15 years starting at age 3. But please don’t ask me to play… I'm retired now.

What's your favorite part of yourself?
My favorite part of myself is probably my laugh because its so obnoxious. Lolol.

What's your least favorite part of yourself?
My nose :(

What's the best way for someone to approach you if they want a date?
Be confident and know what you want. I don’t wanna be the one in charge i prefer a guy to go for it and make me know he wants it.

When is it okay to have sex with someone? After the first date? The third date? Before the first date?
I guess it all depends. If its your first date and you don’t really know the person you probably shouldn’t sleep with them unless theyre such a bad date you never want them to call you again. If your having sex before the first date i think you should be like fuck buddies and then its ok to try and date after that cause you have the previous chemistry and know you get along i guess. Im gunna go with patti stanger on this and say no sex before monogamy but lets be honest, how often does that really happen.

What's a deal-breaker when it comes to guys you're considering dating? Why?
People who are too clingy are a big turn off. I like a guy who wants to spend a considerable amount of time together but im a person who likes my space. I cant be around the same person all the time it never ends well i get irritable and start to get nitpicky. Oh and please don’t do drugs.

Give me a 30-second elevator pitch on why you'd make an awesome boyfriend/hook-up (whichever you're into) for someone.
Well i know im a good hookup so i guess ill give a pitch on why im a good boyfriend. I may be young but im goal oriented and i have my shit together. I know what i want out of my life and im determined to make my dreams come true. Im a good partner and i treat the person im dating amazing. And if that’s not enough just wait til you get me in bed haha.

What's your craziest ex story?
I have too many to choose from and theyre all too long for me to type and for anyone to actually be interested in reading. If anyone really wants to know ask me in person and ill spill the deets.

What's your best first date story?
This is probably going to sound so sad but ive never really been taken on a proper first date so i don’t think i can apply anything to this section

What do you have to say to anyone who's read this, and wants to ask you out?
Just to man up and take the bull by the horns. Be a mans man and don’t be afraid to make the first move cause lord knows im not going to be making it.

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Wanna say hi to Bobby? Send him a message here on Facebook and tell him you saw him on Gorgeous, Gay and Twenty Questions!

J+1 Exclusive! Presenting Todd Michael Schultz

2011-12-06T11:06:00.001-05:00

Every once in a while, I get an awesome exclusive on this blog. I am so happy that today is one of those days.

Allow me to introduce you to a gorgeous gay man with a gorgeous voice so you can say you knew about him before all of your friends when he explodes onto the scene.

His name is Todd Michael Schultz (or Todd Michael).

He was born to Bill Schultz, a television producer, and his college sweetheart Tracie. When he was a toddler, he picked up a sense of melody by listening to his father improvise and write on the piano.

He continued writing melodiess in his head, while falling in love with the craft of writing itself throughout his pre-teen years.

When he was about 14, he wrote his first fully strucutred song on paper. While that song is lost in the past, Todd continued working on his skill, teaching himself the piano at age 18.

At the same time he was studying creative writing at The Unversity of Iowa, he was also becoming a prolific and masterful pop song writer.

Check out his single RIGHT here!

If you loved it, grab it NOW on CD Baby for ninety-nine cents

And follow him on Twitter, too!

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

NYC vs LA: STFU!

2011-12-05T12:47:00.001-05:00

Last week, my best friend and brother from a different coast, Chris Alexander wrote a post about the divide between LA and NYC. Namely, lots of bitter queens flinging shade 3,000 miles away from each other.

Now it's my time to weigh in: SHUT THE FUCK UP, PEOPLE!

I canNOT begin to tell you how annoying it is to hear about how much people love/hate LA or NYC. Allow me to poke my head out of the whirling dervish and say: BOTH cities are pretty awesome!

I will admit that Chris was right: it DOES seem that the cool NYC thing to do is to talk about how shitty/fake/phony/stupid Los Angeles is. I hear it all the time. And you know what? I must likewise apologize and admit that I have NEVER heard an Angelino give NYC boys a hard time. No, this is a one-sided fight... and one that needs to end.

I consider myself to be NYC. It is my every thought and action. These streets and avenues are like veins and arteries in my body. I've loved this city since I was a child and will love it until the day that I die. But guess what? That doesn't mean I have to insult LA. In fact, I kinda love LA!

That city is nothing like so many New Yorkers would have you believe (ESPECIALLY New Yorkers who have never been there, leaving you to wonder, hmmmm where have they gotten their concept of Los Angeles? The movies?) In fact, whenever I trip across the US to visit my friends on the West Coast, I often find the complete opposite: not fake bitches but, rather, friendly NICE people. Not pretension and expensive food but normal attitudes and personalities and apartments that are actually CHEAPER than the ones here.

And, might I add, Los Angelinos have a weird FETISH for New Yorkers. When I stopped by a gay bar or club in LA, I found that people wanted to sleep with me even more out there than back here. Because, not only was I fresh meat, but I was also a New York Strip. They get a kick out of New Yorkers. Funny enough, because they probably think we're cool because we hate them. Which we shouldn't.

Listen, kids. It's time to stop bashing Los Angeles. We're a five-hour plane ride apart. Who are we trying to convince? Middle America? Either they have no interest in traveling to either of us, or they will come and check out both. They have Film and TV. We have Fashion and Theater. We BOTH can boast the hottest people, per capita, in this nation.

LET IT GO! Each of us is good for different reasons, and bad for different reasons. We can have both, so why not take a chill pill and admit that maybe LA ain't so bad after all?

My dream is to be bi-coastal. I want a shag den in West Hollywood and a penthouse in Hell's Kitchen by the time I'm 35. I will fly back and forth (mostly avoiding severe climate on either side... bye bye snow!)

Why? Because both are pretty fantastic places to live. AND both are better than any other place in the US. Sure, you can make an argument for Boston, but it's way too cold and snowy and they have barely a gay scene to hang your hat on. Yes, San Fran is nice, but it didn't really do it for me. Austin? Never been there. Seattle? Never been there. Miami? Sounds nice! Never been there.

But you don't hear people walking around slamming Miami or Seattle or Boston or Philadelphia. Nope! Just LA. Has anyone taken a second to consider that maybe NYC people attack LA so much because of how SIMILAR it is to us? I think this works. Think about Long Island/Jersey/Staten Island. They can't STOP insulting each other. And, if you've ever ventured out to the three of them, you'll find the same gel-haired tanned beefcakes doing Jagerbombs.

Same here. Sure, Angelinos may be more tan, and may drive. But aside from that, how different are they from New Yorkers, REALLY? I've met plenty of "fake" people here in NYC. And let's not forget another commonality that LA and NYC share: people from everywhere move to them. So it's not like we're comparing native Angelinos to native New Yorkers.

So, in the end, which is better? LA or NYC? Neither. Both are great for different (and sometimes similar) reasons.

My final say is this: JUST SHUT UP ABOUT IT. They'll stay out there and tan and drive and party. And we'll do the same when the sun is out and we got a Zipcar for the weekend.

Shake hands, get a cocktail, and let's work on building a bridge already.

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

All The Single Santas... Put Your Sleighs Up!

2011-12-02T15:32:00.001-05:00

Gay man and woman in Beyonce-style unitards?

Check.

The best pop Christmas song of all time?

Check.

SINGLE LADIES-ish CHOREOGRAPHY?

Check!

Boys, the Christmas season has finally begun!

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

Go-Go Boys: Coming Soon to a DVD Near You

2011-11-30T11:07:00.001-05:00

The second I saw the trailer for Go-Go Crazy, I was sold.

Wouldn't you be?

First: it comes from the creators of THE BIG GAY MUSICAL, which was a campy-good gay time for all who experienced it.

Second: it is filled with gorgeous gays in close to no clothing.

Third: Hedda Lettuce is in there!

The premise sounds interesting, too: it's a Mockumentary, which I've loved since the glory days of Christopher Guest. And yes, I know this probably won't be as hilarious and brilliant as Waiting for Guffman or Best In Show, but that's fine. As long as I get a few chuckles while staring at well-hung, hairless boy toys, I'm good to go.

The official synopsis is:
Welcome to Go Go Crazy: a contest where talent and ambition take a backseat to speedos and desperation. Five shameless contestants with little to gain and nothing to lose take to the stage in a gay nightclub for a chance to achieve go go boy glory and a $1000 cash prize. On the judging panel are a burned out porn star, a Celine Dion “embodier,” and the raunchy nightclub owner - all of whom threaten to steal the spotlight from the fame-hungry, back-stabbing contestants.

Starring iconic drag comedian Hedda Lettuce, gay adult film star Jake Steel, and some sexy broadway actors, Go Go Crazy is a hilarious, outrageous mockumentary from director Fred M. Caruso (The Big Gay Musical). With a little sex, sabotage, and dirty tricks, this movie will turn you on, bend you over with laughter, and then give you a happy ending.

And the cast? Well hello there... not a bad gay group!

Hedda Lettuce
Michael Cusumano (Chicago on Broadway)
Nick Kenkel (Catch Me If You Can, Evita)
Eric Spear (Movin Out National Tour)
Paul Cereghino
Rick Crom (Urintown, The Chapelle Show)
Christina Bianco (Forbidden Broadway)
Derek St Pierre (Memphis, Rock of Ages)
Ryan Windish
and Jake Steel (PORN!)

You can bet your bottom I'll be buying a copy of GO GO CRAZY. If you wanna join me for a screening at my place, drop me a line!

Check out the trailer for yourself below.

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

EXCLUSIVE! Gay Model Peter Picciano Strips Down!

2011-11-29T09:51:00.001-05:00

I have very sexy friends. This is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I get to look at them, and a curse because I do not look LIKE them. But you know what? Being able to look AT them makes up for any self-esteem issues that come as a result of not looking LIKE them.

One such sexy friend is my bud, Peter Picciano. You probably saw him on the cover of NEXT magazine a few weeks back. You also no doubt see him alongside my best friend and brother from a different mother, Dougie Meyer over at Splash Bar every week.

Below are EXCLUSIVE BRAND NEW SUPER SEXY photos of my gorgeous gay model friend taken by photographer Rick Day.

Are you model scouting, or a photographer who'd like to shoot this steaming pile of Boner-Making Meat?

Drop Peter a line on his fan page right here.

Now, no more words. I'll let Peter's pix do the talking.

xo Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

Britney, Gaga, Beyonce, Madonna, and Katy Perry Come to Times Square!

2011-11-28T12:50:00.001-05:00

Drag queens are nothing new to New York City. We're the Drag Capitol of the world! Or not... I have nothing with which to back that statement up. But stick with me!

It would take a PRETTY BIG DEAL to make a Drag Dent in the gay New York scene, don't you agree? Well I think the big deal has come to town, boys. Enter ICONS - the newest off-broadway spectacular at the Snapple Theater near Times Square.

It combines three things gays love: pop divas, hot nearly naked men AND super talented drag queens!

Think about it: Beyonce, Katy Perry, Britney Spears, Lady Gaga... all played by boys and surrounded by boys!

Yeah. It's amazing. I had to get the scoop on this new show, so I got in touch with the power gays behind the scenes, Michael Duling and Tom D'Angora, to ask them a few questions.

Check it out, and then check ICONS out by getting tickets here!

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

For those +1s who aren't in the know, what is ICONS?
ICONS is the gayest show on earth...next to Hugh Jackman on Broadway (he does do a Dreamgirls medley). Its a drag dance extravaganza, a nostalgic trip through diva pop culture, and basically just a loud and rowdy good time. The show starts with Tina and Cher and works its way through Gaga and Beyonce. You'll see Madonna do some Blond Ambition, Britney dance her ass off, Whitney being Whitney, and a bunch of sweaty hot back up dancers. You'll know every word to every song, recognize every costume, and the super fans will probably know all the moves. The show basically recreates your favorite videos, performances, and "iconic" moments. The show's designed for the ADD generation, so it never gets boring, its loud, hyper-theatrical, and just a lot of fun!

And how did ICONS get its start?
We produce Naked Boys Singing in Provincetown and the owner of the venue asked us to whip together a drag show. In all honesty, producing a drag show sounded punishing, and what do you do in Provincetown that hasn't been done? Tom came up with the idea to keep it really young, dance heavy, and celebrity based. Most drag in Ptown is comedy based (Varla, Miss Richfield, Dina Martina, etc) so we thought this would at least be different. Then we sat down and just said, "if we went to a cheap-ass lip-syncing drag show what would we want to see?" Madonna in a pink cone bra was the very first thing we knew we needed to do, Janet had to do Rhythm Nation, and we should throw some comedy in, maybe a funny Whitney Houston bit, and it just started flowing.

We knew we hated drag-impressions that just kind of did the choreography and wore a similar looking outfit. We knew we wanted it to be exact recreations of the "iconic" moments. We mapped out the show in about 30 minutes and it was set, we never changed one thing. We cast two kids (one of whom had never done drag before, the other who was already doing Gaga-drag) and asked a few of the Naked Boys to be back up dancers. During rehearsals we thought it was a train wreck. None of us knew what we were creating. We were going to postpone a few days to get it in shape but decided to test it out in front of an audience on our scheduled opening just to see what worked and what didn't. We opened, the audience was insane, and within a week we were selling out left and right and adding shows like crazy. Somehow on opening night it all came together in the most magically fabulous way I've ever witnessed.

What type of audience is ICONS for?
The audience for ICONS is sooooooo diverse. Icons is honestly for everyone. From gay guys who have ever made a mix tape, taught themselve the choreo to Oops I Did It Again, and remember when Madonna ruled the earth are the best audience members. They sing along, scream, get drunk, and have a great time. Middle aged women always love it. One of our biggest fans (who's seen the show at least ten times) is in her sixties and she brought a group of twelve retired nurses to our final performance in Ptown this year! Tom's stepdad is a retired Cape Cod police sergeant and has been 5 times. We've also have some young fans, some of Gaga's dancers came to the show and then a big group came later this year who were recommended the show by Gaga's dancers, and oddly enough straight guys LOVE it. The show is for anyone who wants to have fun. Its just about letting your hair down, having a drink, and getting excited when your favorite song starts!

With all the shows currently on and off Broadway, why should we see ICONS?
You can see both. We're late night. Go see your Broadway show and then stop by ICONS afterwards. We're bringing a little late night debauchery back to Times Square!

What is your favorite segment of the show, and why?
The opening is great because you can feal the anticipation in the room. The Britney Spears number is f*cking EPIC, Gaga is fun because we change it all the time to keep it current, and the audience always loves Whitney. The show is so fast paced that it is impossible to pick one moment. Each moment flows into the other really nicely so you kind of need all the pieces to create the larger picture.

What was your biggest challenge in bringing ICONS to Off-Broadway from P-Town?
We're filling a void that NYC didn't realize it had. We're doing a late night drag show in Times Square. How do we get the tourists in? How do we convince the gays that this isn't your typical bar drag act? We know people love the show, and we get so many returning audience members, but will the show fly in NYC? What makes the show popular is the merging of the classic drag show with the classic theatrical formula. Icons is hyper theatrical to say the least. When producing shows on or off Broadway there's at least a certain protocol... this we're just kind of making up as we go along.

What changes have been made between the two versions?
Well, we always try to go bigger, better, and louder! And, we can't ruin any major details. We've done two different versions of the show in Ptown and this is basically a mash-up of those two versions. We've also added a few more back-up dancers which gives us more stage looks to play with.

Who is YOUR favorite real-life diva, and why?
Michael Jackson is hands-down the greatest Icon in history, but now it's Gaga, duh. Why? Because she's Lady Gaga. Also, We've always liked artists who were strong willed, made bold decisions, and didn't try to fit into the pop machine. We like artists who are their own creations. Tom would like to add that on a global scale Hillary Clinton is his favorite diva, god love her.

Which real-life diva are you getting tired of, and why?
Since this show is all about celebrating the talents of these divas it would not be very polite to focus on the negative. In each of their hey-days the divas we do in ICONS couldn't be touched and that's how we like to remember them. They've all had some ups-and-downs but everyone in our show deserves the title of "ICON" for a reason.

When and where is ICONS performed? And how can we get tickets?
Fridays and Saturday nights at 10:45pm. We're at The Snapple Theater Center, 1627 Broadway at 50th St. You can get tickets through Ticketmaster and go to our website ICONSNYC.com for info, pics, videos, etc. Also, join the facebook page "ICONS-Provincetown" where you can see all the videos and photos that our fabulous "iFans" have taken and uploaded.

TheBlackoutBlog’s Top 5 Grindr DON’Ts: A +1 Guest Post

2011-11-21T09:55:00.001-05:00

The following post is so awesome that I'm not even going to waste time introducing it. It comes from my good buddy Kareem over at The Blackout Blog. If you like it as much as I do, be sure to hop over and check out the rest of his stuff!

xo
Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

Grindr is the leading location-based service for gay social networking, boasting over 3 million users. The gist: you make a profile (with text and a picture), and it gives you a grid of other users' profiles and distances from you. It can be fun to see who's on and who's near (OMG, I had no idea my neighbor was gay!), but, as happens when humans are added to the equation, users don't always get the best use out of the service, often to the chagrin of their fellow users.

So here's a quick guide of things NOT to do when you're on Grindr.

Yawn.

DON'T greet more than once in a short period of time. A greeting is meant to initiate a conversation. Since Grindr keeps a log of your conversation, keep it continuous. Another greeting only slows the conversation down.

Endless wit.

Instead: Try asking an open-ended question that will elicit a response, like "How was your weekend?" or "I'm slammed at work. How about you?"

Things I do at the beach: tan, swim, get paid for sex, water ski.

DON'T expect to get much response without a picture. Several profiles explicitly say something to the effect of "I won't respond without a [face] pic." The point of the app is to encourage interaction with people, and part of that interaction is visual, even if it's not based on attraction.

In a Shakespearian sort of way.

Instead: Not into broadcasting your countenance to all of Grindr? Try creating mystery/intrigue by using part of your face, your body or a thought-provoking image. Send a face pic once you've established trust and/or interest. Or just post a fucking face pic.

Believe me, I've looked.

DON'T give up on trying to meet new guys because you're not getting messages while at home or at work. If you've been on Grindr for a while in these places, you’re likely developing what I call Geo-Grindr Fatigue, which basically means you've exhausted your resources in that area.

Glad we got that out of the way.

Instead: Use the block feature. Let's face it: if he hasn't talked to you after a month of seeing you in his grid, chances are he never will. So block him and everyone else you're not talking to day in and day out. New guys will show up in your grid, replacing those you're not talking to, and you'll get more use out of the app. Also, don’t forget to sign on when you’re in a new neighborhood! Grindr guys love fresh meat faces.

Sometimes three question marks just isn't enough.

DON'T try to post nude pics, speedo pics, underwear pics (even the waistband), bulge pics or pics that show that impressive imprint you make in your favorite pair of mesh shorts. You'll be cropped, asked to pick a new pic or banned from the app altogether. Grindr is under the watchful eye of the Apple Store, so even with the 18+ rating, they have to enforce Steve Jobs' lingering puritanical standard (which I doubt even that Tim Cook queen will change).

iOS 4 iOS only. Not a bigot, just a preference.

Instead: Choose a pic that will grab your target's attention in the middle of the 20-person grid you'll be presented in. You can send as many x-rated pics as you like through the chat feature.

Try to return a compliment with a compliment.

DON'T harass guys who won't answer your messages right away. The general rule among guys on Grindr (which I don't agree with at all) is "If I don't answer, I'm not interested." Also, some guys only sign on once a day or every few days. Maybe he hasn't even seen your message yet.

A lot can happen in twenty minutes.

Instead: send no more than a couple of messages sans response (and a pic or two if pics are part of your initiation game). Then move on to the next guy. His response may be a pleasant surprise by the time it comes.

Your point is as crystal clear as your hole.

Now, this is, by no means, an exhaustive list. Hell, I could rattle off 10 more DON’Ts just from my personal pet peeves (like sending your ass pic as your opening line). But people have diverse Grindr goals that require different methods. No matter what you're looking for, these helpful hints will no doubt enhance your user experience and help you find what you're looking for.

What are some of your Grindr DON'Ts? Leave a comment and let me know.

Get more Grindr tips right here, sluts.

- TheBlackoutBlog Man

Naked Boys, Sneaky Hat!

2011-11-16T20:43:00.001-05:00

Facebook absolutely amazes me sometimes. When I post a photo of go-go boys in their underwear holding each other, Facebook yanks it down and gives me a warning.

Newsflash: have you heard of The Sneaky Hat?

It's a new fan page on Facebook that has me flummoxed. It is featuring FULLY NAKED GUYS AND GIRLS. Sometimes they're covering up their junk with a HAT, and sometimes they're not (my GOD I've seen balls!) Do you get it? The hat is sneaky because it's creeping up on dude's cocks.

It's on Facebook right now, and it's hella popular. At first I thought it was a joke. Or another virus. Is that the case? I don't know. Is this some huge porn demonstration to allow adult film stars and escorts back on Facebook? I have no idea.

I have gone ahead and curated the best of the best, as far as I'm concerned, of these pictures, and attached them here. Beneath them is a link to The Sneaky Hat's fan page where it will probably stay for a few more minutes until Facebook gets their shit together and realizes that erections and vaginas are being publicly displayed there.

Well, you've seen it here first! Enjoy.

Wanna see more? Check out The Sneaky Hat on Facebook

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

STILL MORE Lame Things Gay Promoters Do - DJ EDITION: A +1 Guest Post

2011-11-16T14:10:00.001-05:00

The following post wasn't written by me, but it WAS inspired by me! (And by my promoter buddy Daniel Nardicio). Today's post is a guest blog written by sexy east coast DJ Jason Royce.

If you party in DC or Philly or Jersey, chances are you've shaken your booty to his mixed and mashed tunes at LEAST a bunch of times.

In today's post, Jason continues where I left off yesterday with another rant about the shady/questionable behaviors of gay nightlife promoters. Let's just call this the "DJ Edition," shall we?

In the end, all I can say is: PREACH!

Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

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Justin struck a nerve with me yesterday when he posted his own followup to Daniel Nardicio's recent post for the Village Voice called "The 10 Lamest Things Party Promoters Do." Justin's post, "Ten MORE Lame Things That Gay Party Promoters Do," definitely hit the nail on the head as far as annoying, and downright stupid, things that promoters tend to do. And in all fairness, Justin admitted to fucking up a time or two and committing some of the very sins he has on his list. All promoters do it.

But as I was reading I couldn't help but think of a few things he may have missed. Maybe he's never been dumb enough to do some of the things I was thinking about? Maybe he did and just forgot about them? Either way, I certainly have seen some promoters over the years do some ridiculous things in order to make their party, the club, and more importantly their egos, seem larger than life.

Lets first go with the topic of DJs, shall we?

Tonight's party features "TOP RATED," "SUPERSTAR," "#1," "AWARD WINNING," and the one that irks me the most of all "PRODUCER/REMIXER," deejay so and so. Have you ever had to ask yourself, "Who?"

Top rated according to what? Did this unknown DJ somehow beat out Tiesto or Calderone for this year's top spot on the DJ Times (or pick another reputable industry mag) Top 100 list? What the fuck does Top Rated even mean?

Superstar? Is he a superstar in your own mind because you think he's cute or looks good when he deejays shirtless but cant mix two songs to save his life? What basement did this kid come from?

Did he really work with GaGa or Katy Perry IN the studio on a single or remix? Or did he use his newly purchased Mac in his bedroom using someone else's loops and a downloaded a capella?

The point is this: Every club has a DJ.

Stop over-hyping the DJ and be honest about their resume and experience and don't set people up for what could be a shitty night of music. DJs, especially new DJs desperate for a club gig, exaggerate about their experience and lie about their past gigs all the time just to get a gig, and if a promoter falls for those lies, and then advertise a "SUPERSTAR DJ" only to have the worst train crash accident in history occur at their party...well, you see where I'm going with this.

And here is another thought: If you, the promoter, are going to hire a DJ based solely off the demo they emailed you (which of course sounds perfect because they made it using a computer), and if you've not done your homework on them and have never, ever heard them play live to a packed club before, you'll have only yourself to blame when the boo's drown out the terrible music on the dancefloor.

The same can be applied to dancers and bartenders and performers/drag queens. "THE CITY'S HOTTEST" so and so. Hottest by whose standards? Did the HOT police certify someone with a stamp of approval? Everyone has different tastes in dancers, for example, so don't advertise HOT HOT HOT when you may have UGLY MESS UGLY on every bar and dance box.

The same goes for bartenders. Don't advertise hot bartenders when you have nothing but old, tired, career bartenders with wrinkles who hate their lives because they've gone nowhere. Dancers and bartenders add to ambiance and we all love eye candy, but please let people decide for themselves if the sights are worthy of coming back next week to hopefully get that hotties number.

Lets move on to:

Promoters who don't provide and/or make sure staff (especially straight staff at a traditionally straight club hosting a gay party) are welcoming, courteous and professional. We've all ran into this problem at some point. If you, as a promoter, cannot negotiate things like this with the venue, then you better make sure you have enough gay staff to make up the difference, or move on to another club that understands and is willing to work with you to accommodate your patrons. Enough said.

VIP: Everyone is a paying customer and wants to have a good time. A promoter who offers VIP better be prepared to understand they risk alienating other customers by treating a few "elite" people in special ways. A promoter who puts himself behind a velvet rope at a table with champagne and some trashy men/women, or in the center of the room like he's a king, and/or only allows his friends into a certain part of the club, not only looks like a douchebag but the arrogance is a huge turnoff to people who paid to get into the party to have a good time.

And did I mention these are the same people who ultimately helped that same douchy promoter make a few extra bucks at the end of his fabulous night? Everyone should be treated equally regardless of their "cuteness" or tight fitting jeans they are wearing that night. If a promoter thinks his "friends" are going to come back next week and actually pay to get in along with the "uglies" then he's sadly mistaken.

The same can be applied to promoters (or a drag queen with a clipboard and "list") who like to walk outside the club and pull certain boys from the line to get in for free ahead of others who have been waiting longer, with money. If people are willing to wait, and willing to pay, they don't need to be pissed off because Studio 54 suddenly reopened. Atleast make everyone wait in line and then take care of friends extremely discretely at the cash window.

And finally:

Don't be "that" promoter who gets trashed part way through the night and cant see their event through to the end in a responsible way. Or the promoter who disappears for hours at a time only to reappear later with coke residue under their nose smelling of poppers, lube and tequila. Not cute, and definitely not professional. I'm paying to come to your party, so the least you can do is work your fucking ass off, all night, to make sure I have the best time ever with friends.

I'll be back next week if you can get it right, douchebag.

- Jason

Ten MORE Lame Things That Gay Party Promoters Do

2011-11-15T09:28:00.001-05:00

One of my favorite gay nightlife promoters on the east coast has got to be Daniel Nardicio. He's the head of marketing for Playgirl and he throws some of the nastiest parties in NYC.

Here's the deal with Daniel: he's an honest, real, upfront, and super-smart guy. Aside from my partner, Alan Picus, Daniel is the next most inspirational dude I know on the scene.

Recently, Daniel wrote a post for the Village Voice's Michael Musto called "The 10 Lamest Things Party Promoters Do." (You can read it here.)

It's true! I'm even guilty of some of them! For shame, Justin Luke! Regardless, my ONE problem with Daniel's post is that it was too short. I can definitely come up with another 10 lame things that gay promoters do. And that's exactly what I'll be doing here.

NOTE: As I said, I have, at times, been guilty of a few of these. They're easy traps to fall into! So don't fall over yourself telling me how I'm a hypocrite. I'm aware that I've made a few of these mistakes. And I'm WORKING on ABSOLVING my sins. Trust.

Anywho... do you think 20 is STILL not enough? Well feel free to leave additional ones in the comments section. If we get enough of them, I can ALWAYS write a third post.

10. CRAZY LINES!
I can't take it when a promoter is throwing a relatively brand new party, and they promise NUTZO PSYCHOTIC LORD OF THE FLIES-STYLE LINES! Arrive early! Or the line will be so long it will stretch to the Bronx and you won't get to the door until you're forty and far too old to be allowed in!

One: I'm calling BULLSHIT on you. No party has lines that long. And the ones that do don't mind if you arrive late and have to wait to get in - it makes them look good. Two: this is Risky Business (without Tom Cruise, or underwear). If you promise BATSHIT FUCKAZOID LINES and I show up to your party and the only people inside are your paid (or, unlucky them, unpaid) staff, then I will never trust you again.

Saying there will be lines will not guarantee you lines. So stop saying it.

9. LADY GAGA WAS HERE (I THINK?)!
If some huge celebrity stopped by your party to ask for directions on how to get to another location, you really shouldn't milk the fact that they were there. But a lot of promoters do. KATY PERRY CAME LAST YEAR! MISSY E STOPPED BY TO USE THE BATHROOM! JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE TRIPPED OUTSIDE WHILE JOGGING BY!

No. Just. No. I care if the celebrity WILL be there TONIGHT. That's cool! I want to go to there and see them being there and maybe hear them sing. But if that celebrity happened by a few years ago, what the fuck do I care about that? That doesn't tell me that the party you're throwing tonight is any good, it just tells me you're fresh out of ideas when it comes to marketing your event.

I mean, would you eat at a restaurant that said "APPROVED BY THE BOARD OF HEALTH FIVE YEARS AGO!" No. No you wouldn't. You want to know what the Board of Health said about it THIS YEAR.

The far worse version of this is when a promoter CLAIMS a celebrity came to their party, but no one except said promoter can vouch for their presence. Just because whatever drug you were doing made you THINK that you saw the cast of Glee doesn't mean they were actually there.

8. FEATURING A LIVE PERFORMANCE BY A COMPLETE NOBODY!
Oh my gosh! Marianna MoreCock just came out with a new EP! She recorded it in her basement and her dad totally sold three copies to some of his co-workers. Does anyone care about Melissa Mellancamp, or whatever her name is? NO!

But man, some promoters might! You get the promo and it's all MARLENE MISSISSIPPI ALBUM RELEASE PARTY! Featuring a live performance of her new hit single, "THIS IS MY NEW HIT SINGLE (BITCHES!)" She'll stay and sign autographs! She's REALLY REALLY HUGE!

These parties never work! Why? Because nobody knows who Mileena Merryweather is, so you have to spend the whole week CONVINCING them that she's a huge celebrity, and that her upcoming album "I Edited This On Garageband (BITCHES!)" is the must-have of the year.

It isn't! Nobody cares! Now, I'm not saying you shouldn't feature new talent, we do that all the time at BoiParty. But we don't give them a full promo and scream about them. We include them as entertainment and build a larger theme apart from them. Don't make a mountain out of a Maria Molehill.

7. OPEN BAR... I MEAN KINDA OPEN BAR... IS THERE AN OPEN BAR?
Open Bars are one of the greatest inventions in nightlife... when they're done honestly. In a city where a thimbleful of turpentine-flavored well vodka can be priced at nine dollars, a chance to drink for free (even if it's well!) is something any penny pinching (or economically minded) gay can get behind.

But only when done honestly. And, from what I hear, a lot of Open Bars are NOT done honestly. If you're going to throw an open bar, do it the right way! Don't say it starts at eleven, and then instruct your doorman to start letting early arrivals in at eleven thirty. Don't hire a solo bartender, break his legs, tie one arm behind his back and make him serve drinks with his eyes closed to limit the amount of booze he pours. And don't add a sudden rule that's not stated upfront (Did I say open bar? I meant Open WELL Bar. And ONLY Tylenol-flavored Traveler's Club vodka. And ONLY until the first bottle is half-way empty).

If you advertise an Open Bar, make good on your promise. NO ONE likes being lied to.

6. WE'RE RE-INVENTING NIGHTLIFE FOREVARRR!
Okay, we're selling parties. I get it. So we're going to use LOTS OF SUPER-AMAZING GAME-CHANGING OVER-PROMISING COCK BLOWJOBBING effusive language.

Fine. Go ahead and do it. But there's one thing you should NEVER do: claim that your party is going to CHANGE NIGHTLIFE FOREVER. That you're going to COCKFUCK THE ASSHOLE OF NIGHTLIFE AND MAKE IT A BRAND NEW BITCH FOR THE REST OF TIME!

Because, in all honesty, that's not going to happen.

Is your party at a place where booze is served? Is there a DJ spinning some kind of music? Will people be there drinking and/or dancing? Well, then, you haven't really reinvented nightlife, now have you? You're following all the rules by the book. And there is nothing wrong with this! These are tried-and-true formulas that bring in people and make a party fun!

Until you throw a party on a zeppelin featuring a live performance by a group of dancing penguins and music played on a bunch of classic Coke bottles, you haven't re-invented nightlife one bit.

5. FREE GIVEAWAYS! I MEAN ONE FREE GIVEAWAY! I MEAN HALF A FREE GIVEAWAY!
Giveaways are AWESOME! Nothing beats going to a party and learning that there's the possibility of us getting free shit. Whether it's porn DVDs, CDs, passes to another party, whatever! We LOVE that!

But be smart about what you're offering, and make good on your promises. Don't tell me there will be ALBUM GIVEAWAYS when you really only bought a single copy of the Kelly Clarkson CD at Best Buy on your way to the party. And DON'T promise ALBUM GIVEAWAYS if you really only have a single copy of Katy Perry's "Firework" radio edit that came attached to an old Billboard Magazine you found in your bedroom. And don't say you're having PORN GIVEAWAYS if you only have one expired, no-longer-functioning "FREE MONTH OF PORN" coupon you got at someone else's event.

Imagine if someone invited you to a buffet, and you and your friends got there to find a single hamburger on a plate. You'd be pretty pissed, right? What are you going to do? Cut the hamburger like it's a pie?

Of course not.

Be smart! Look at the cost of your giveaway, and the size of your crowd. Either have a LOT of cheaper giveaways, or a few higher-value ones.

4. WALL INVASION!
There is space for promotion on Facebook. Namely, groups, fan pages, your own profile, and event invites. What's NOT cool is when a (usually amateur/newbie) promoter starts copy-pasting TO YOUR WALL.

That's NOT okay, folks. That's about as dictionary-definition as you can get where SPAM is involved. It's like someone knocking on my apartment door and then screaming in my face with a megaphone "HEY SEXY WANNA COME TO MY SUPER HOT PARTY TONIGHT? CRAZY LINES! MARYJANE McGILLICUTTY PERFORMS! FREE PORN GIVEAWAYS!"

... Before he slams my door, walks down the hall to the next one, and does the same thing all over again.

Keep your promoting to your own pages/groups/profile. That way, if people don't care for it, they can un-friend you, leave the group, etc. It's just the right thing to do.

3. TONIGHT'S GONNA BE PACKED!
If promoters were telling the truth, every party on every night of the week at every bar and club would be so fucking packed that the lines outside (CRAZY LINES!) would never go away and the people inside would be forcibly pushed out of the windows and up through the ceilings.

Listen. Stop saying your party is going to be packed. Unless you stumbled upon a time machine and stopped by the future to check out the state of your event, you just can't be sure about that.

UNLESS it is: Pride Weekend, Fourth of July Weekend, Halloween Weekend, Thanksgiving Weekend, New Years Eve, you pre-sold hundreds of tickets, or a housewife is coming to perform at your party.

Other than that? You have no basis on which to prove this statement. Just because your party was bumpin' last week doesn't mean it will bump again this week. And the worst thing that can happen is a bunch of people stopping by only to find a big gay grandpa graveyard.

2. ALL CAPS! ALL FUCKING CAPS! AHHHHHHH! ROFLOLBBQBRBOMG!
God almighty. GOD ALMIGHTY. Enough with the caps! Please! I beg of you! Notice how I'm using exclamation points and NOT all capital letters!

Maybe back in the days when web pages had animated cats and MIDI songs all caps were cool. Back when you were awesome because your MySpace page was such a fucking mess that it took twenty minutes to load.

Not anymore! All caps means all ignored. I'm not going to read all those big letters, they make my eyes, and Baby Jesus, cry. Put some thought into your promoting and write in full sentences.

HOT SEXY SUPER COCK BALLS BUTT TWINK PARTY! VIP! FREE! SEX!

Doesn't work. It just doesn't. It's the equivalent of an unhinged lunatic screaming obscene and confused things in your face.

Rather, might I suggest that you selectively capitalize CERTAIN WORDS. It works much better. It draws the eye. It doesn't stab that eye and cause lots of blood to flow all over the place. Give it a shot!

1. LYING
I have developed a quote since I started working in nightlife: "Lying works, but only once."

If I tell you my party is hot and that Lady Gaga will be there duetting with the resurrected cadaver of Michael Jackson, you will (most likely) come out in droves. But when Gaga doesn't show, and MJ remains dead and buried, you will never trust me, ever again.

Nor should you.

This is why I refuse to lie when I promote. If someone asks me how a party will be tonight, and I think it might be a slow night, I won't tell them it'll be SUPER PACKED. Because I won't promise something that I can't deliver on... because that puts your trust in me in jeopardy, and if I don't have your trust, I don't have anything.

This goes for ALL promotions.

Don't say the club is closed for renovations when the truth is it kicked your party out (especially when you can WALK BY THE CLUB AND SEE IT'S OPEN).

Don't say the party was packed with hot 20-somethings when there are easy-to-find photos from the night and the bar is empty with no more than 20 guys, all who are over the age of 50.

Don't say you or your party is the #1 blank blank blank in a blank blank, because you cannot prove it. And in order to tell the truth in that scenario, you'll ultimately end up with a line like: "The Hottest Monday Night Party At A Mid-Size Bar in New York City in the Past Three Months!" And, really, how impressive is that? (It's not impressive).

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And there you have it! Thanks to Daniel Nardicio for the inspiration, and the permission to write this. And thanks to my big boss, Alan P for teaching me the ropes, and what not to do.

xoxo Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

Lady Gaga Gets Decapitated (And Continues Singing)

2011-11-14T12:55:00.001-05:00

Did you catch Lady Gaga's performance of "Marry The Night" on The X Factor in the UK?

No? Well you best be checking it out!

Apparently Marrying the Night is a god-awful process that results in terrible deformation, because Mama Gags came out in a giant headless torso, with her head popping out of the stomach like she's the next coming of Aliens.

Oh Lady Gaga... god bless your strange performancewear. I hope you sing with your head coming out of a turkey's anus on your Thanksgiving special this year.

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

Sexy Shirts for Sexy Gays

2011-11-11T11:32:00.001-05:00

Let's face it: I'm a t-shirt guy. I LOVE them! Fuck buttons and zippers and sweaters. Give me a good, cute tee and I'm set to go.

Imagine my excitement when I discovered designer Ben Hart's new t-shirt company oopsy daisy, inc.

The designs are SEXY, EDGY, and definitely EYE-CATCHING. Plus, the process Ben undergoes to make each shirt makes them 100% unique. No two shirts are the same.

I was lucky enough to grab Gorgeous Gay Ben for a few quick seconds to talk about his new company, and got you some info.

Check it out, and GRAB A TEE TODAY!

Okay, Ben... there are SO many t-shirt companies that are out there... tell me what makes oopsy daisy, inc different.

What sets oopsy daisy, inc apart is the designs themselves, all of which are originally cut out of paper (construction or card stock, usually), and then copied, cut into a stencil, and screen printed by hand on American Apparel shirts.. One thing I dislike about many t-shirts is that while many of them have beautiful/cool/funky/etc/etc images, I find them to be too... t-shirty. And often over designed.

My initial aim wasn't to make cool t-shirts, it was just to make art, and t-shirts happen to be a great vehicle (and frankly, probably the best way for the most people to see it). I guess at the end of day, whether I intended to be or not, I'm in "fashion" now... but really I consider myself an outsider, and I hope that translates into a fresh perspective.

And where did the name oopsy daisy come from?
I actually had no idea what my company name was going to be at first, and then I happened to make the original "oopsy daisy" design (that silly little flower... how'd that pot get on his head??). It quickly became one of my favorites, and the title seemed to somehow fit my design method, in which random scraps and accidental cuts somehow come together into a cohesive design. And who can resist that daisy? What a silly, unexpected predicament he seems to have gotten himself into! Whoops!!

For those who haven't seen them, how would you describe the look and style of your designs?

I usually describe them as contemporary cut-out art often infused with humor. Whimsical pop art! I often find myself playing with empty space, and the letting the eye do the work to create an image or impression. I like images that make my brain hurt. But a Japanese fan once told me "Every tee is so pop and cute!" which I think about sums them up!

What inspires your designs? For instance - what's up with Le Franch? And Second Star?

Well, besides some... *ahem* herbal stimulation... anything and everything inspires me! Sometimes it's just a word or a phrase, and sometimes I have no idea and I just shift around some scraps of paper until I see something. Le Franch was created after a friend of mine put up a facebook status about a trip he was taking, I think it was along the lines of "Vespas, impressionists, cigarettes dangling precariously on lower lips... Paris, here we come!!!" I liked the image of the cigarette, and added the tag "le franch"... that sounds french, right? I didn't pay attention in class.

The second star to the right tee was born out of a new musical I recently did off-broadway called "Peter and I." I was playing J.M Barrie (the guy who wrote Peter Pan) and one of my lines was a Barrie quote: "Stars are beautiful, but they must not take an active part in anything. They must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was." In the show it was referencing a gay character who committed suicide, and the image of a "star" (in this case a young, brilliant gay man) who has everything to offer but feels he can't continue on in the world struck me. But I also just love Peter Pan, and wanted to create something that was both sweet and a little ominous (with it's 'hook moon'... symbolism or something). One thing I learned while doing the show is that Peter Pan is actually a MUCH darker story than I ever realized.

What kind of guy should be wearing oopsy daisy? And why?

The first thing I realized when I started wearing my own shirts out is that they are eye catchers. If you want to suddenly find everyone checking you out on a subway car... I highly recommend oopsy daisy.

What sort of designs are you working on right now that aren't yet on sale?

Oh, I have piles. There's a little bit of a waiting list... probably next up are some of my more skeletal designs. But to get more of an idea, just check out the "designs" section of the oopsy daisy, inc site. I'd love for people to let me know what they like! I also do custom designs, so if any readers have an idea that they think would mesh with my aesthetic, just let me know and I'll see what I can do!

Can we expect more than shirts from oopsy daisy, inc. in the future?

Absolutely. If it can be printed on... I will do it. Totes? Totes. I'll be adding products soon, but again, let me know what the public wants! I also have a line of decidedly dark greeting cards that I'll be selling soon.

Do you have any design heroes? If so, who and why?
Nope. I know of artists that have done similar work or have similar methods (Matisse of course, Béatrice Coron, to name a few) but paper cutting is something that I stumbled onto completely by accident while trying to design a logo for another business. I've created the process as I've gone along, and at the end of the day, I've just been trying to make images that I like. Luckily for me, other people seem to enjoy them too!

The million dollar question: How can WE get our hands on Oopsy Daisy shirts?

http://www.oopsydaisyinc.net!

I would recommended first checking out my original paper designs, and then click on "buy" to get a closer look at the shirts themselves. And please, spread the word! oopsy daisy, inc has been nothing if not a labor of love for me, and if I can share some of that love with just a couple of your readers, it will all be worth it!

So do it, boys. You'll be seeing me modeling off these tees in the coming weeks. They're just too sexy to leave on the shelf!

xo Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

Crystal Meth will Destroy You. So Will These Ads.

2011-11-09T12:55:00.001-05:00

I am not a fan of Crystal Meth. Hell, I'm not a fan of most drugs. But when it comes to Crystal Meth, I put my foot down. Wanna smoke weed? Do it. Some coke or E? I'm not gonna stop you. I won't even judge you! It's just not my thang.

But Crystal Meth? Oh, fucker, you better step back and think again.

I know TOO MANY people who have played with this drug, and I've seen how it does anything but play back with you. Shit gets serious. REAL serious. Like, death serious. Homelessness serious. Male prostitution serious. Jail serious.

Thank heavens for Darren Aronofsky, better known as the director of Requiem For a Dream (man did THAT movie make heroin look awesome or WHAT!?) Darren has directed four, count em, four ultra-disturbing Public Service Announcements about Crystal Meth.

And you know what? I think they're artful, dramatic, and DISTURBING enough to maybe get the message across.

What do YOU think?

"Desperate"

"Deep End"

"ER"

"Losing Control"

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

Hey, Film Buffs: NAME THESE BUTTS!

2011-11-09T12:19:00.000-05:00

Okay, now this is fun. Thank heavens for bored people with iMovie. A fellow named Brian Carroll took (and had) the time to cut together a three-minute movie montage comprised SOLELY of shots of film characters walking away from the camera.

Random, right? Also: Pretty fucking awesome.

Now, I love me some movies, but I also have a terrible memory. I could only place, like, five of these asses! (And those asses were obvious ones, and, ironically, mostly from Stephen King film adaptations).

How many can YOU name? Leave as many as you can in the comments or on Facebook.

Film buffs, I'm calling your bluff... NAME THESE BUTTS!

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

Dude, Where's My Diva!? A +1 Guest Post

2011-11-08T10:14:00.002-05:00

Happy Tuesday, +1 land!

Today I'll be stepping into the background again, and giving this blog over to a gorgeous gay friend of mine. Hunker down and dig into this rockin' post written by GG20 cutie, Maxwell Felix.

Like what you read? Drop him a line!

Don't like what you read? You should still drop him a line... because he's JUST that cute.

xo Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

I am a man who likes other men and enjoys Lady GaGa, Britney Spears, Nicki Minaj, and Jennifer Lopez, just to name a few. I also know a lot of other gay/bi men who like them.

In other news, the sky was blue today.

Of course, that's not to say straight men don't like dynamic, sexually-commanding female artists as well (they just won't admit it) but it seems like gay men have always had a fascination with strong female singers. Often, such a chanteuse has defined the drive and power of an era in our gay history. The sixties had Judy Garland, the flame-dame alpha and omega. Cher ruled the seventies and beyond, and Madonna took the 80's by storm. Bette Midler, Diana Ross, Barbara Streisand, and Olivia Newton John are also included amongst these ranks of immortal divas, most who have come out in strong support for gay equality and civil rights.

Then there are the Britneys the GaGas, the Beyonces, and the Christinas of our current generation. Indeed, it seems that trends really haven't changed. The fact that gay men worship strong, beautiful, empowered women is really nothing that needs in-depth exploration. And yet, I often ask myself...

Where are our hot male idols to look up to?

Sure we have Adam Lambert, Elton John, Boy George, George Michael, and Freddy Mercury. But Elton, Mercury, and George, while unquestionably great icons, do not carry the same gravitas as GaGa does for the younger gay set.

Elton John managed to come out (first as bisexual) as he was achieving critical success in the 70's, and for him it may have just been a right time / right place maneuver as civil rights was still taking off during his premier. He managed to build a steady career for himself and has continued to achieve cross-generational success in both the music industry and his support for HIV/AIDS activism. Yet he is a rarity n the music industry because no gay artist thus far has had the same level of continuing success as he has. Freddy Mercury was tragically taken before his time, and it was only when he died that his sexuality was reveled to the world. Boy George and George Michael, while talented men in their own respects, have not garnered the same success, mostly due to their legal troubles and struggles with drug addictions.

Adam Lambert seems to be the only one of those gay male singers with a somewhat strong tie to the current generation of young gay men, but his praises are often overshadowed by his female pop compatriots. Rarely does he mention his sexuality in his personal life or his songs, and his lyrics are often ambiguous as to which gender he is singing to. Let's remember too that Adam was kept practically chained inside the closet by American Idol producers during his initial run on the show. And while his infamous performance at the 2009 American Music Awards was a point for expressive gay sexuality, it was berated by the public and Adam henceforth “neutered” in his next videos and songs. In response to the controversy surrounding his performance, Lambert said: "Female performers have been doing this for years—pushing the envelope about sexuality—and the minute a man does it, everybody freaks out.” Amen, brother, but what's a boy to do about it?

Then there are the openly gay artists who do channel their sexuality into their songs and videos. Cazwell and Jefree Star come to mind, love them or hate them. And while their videos are very in-your- face about their sexual preferences—and hey, more power to them—this is the same reason why they have not gained mainstream appeal and seem to be delegated to the niche gay market. At their most prominent, these male singers are featured on Logo. Rarely has there been a crossover, if ever.

Where does that leave us, the gay boys who often look towards pop culture for signs and support? We boys have never been afraid to embrace the power of the feminine; in fact this is what often makes us so liberated and celebratory. But when it comes to looking towards male role models in music idols, the industry has failed to give us an icon of equal measure as the divas we so often venerate.

Perhaps this is because the industry is still at odds with gay male artists and the relationship between their lyrics, their personal lives, and their sexuality. Obviously it is a very telling sign when Katy Perry can (albeit problematically) croon about her sexual experimentations with a woman and hit mainstream appeal, but can you imagine say for instance, Adam Levine coming out with a song about his hook-up with a dude? Not that it would be hot, but I have a feeling there would be a much greater outcry than the sort Katy Perry received for “I Kissed a Girl.”

So where does the problem lie? Is the music industry still homophobic? Well, obviously yes, but that requires another essay entirely. GaGa is an out bisexual woman and there are no doubts about her success as an artist. There is also no question that the gay community helped raise her to that level of super-stardom. But can we gay boys raise one of our gifted own in the manner we did GaGa? It's not a question of whether or not society is ready for a gay male artist, it's a question of whether or not society would let that gay male artist be open with himself and to the public at large.

We may just be on the threshold for success already. Even though I am not a fan of the show for many reasons, Glee managed to make a celebrity out of an out gay singer like Chris Colfer. Though he has not broken into the Top 40 scene yet, his critical success is very promising and may pave the way for more young gay men to make it big in the mainstream music market.

Until that time arrives, I am content to hear the GaGas and Nickies sing their songs, and will no doubt enjoy the next diva who bursts onto the scene. These women are proud of who they are, are frank about their sexuality, and have shown support for not just the gay community but women's rights as well. I just hope that one day the next generation of gay men can look up to one of their own who made it big and be truly proud.

- Maxwell

YouTube Cutie Sam Tsui Kills It Again!

2011-11-07T17:00:00.001-05:00

The summer's over, the weather's getting colder, it even snowed already.

Thankfully, everyone's favorite YouTube celebrity, Sam Tsui, has a quick little antidote for our oncoming Seasonal Affect Disorder: a Summer Music Mash-Mix video!

He looks as cute and high-def as ever, and the mash-up is expertly done. A suitable alternate name for this might be: Sam Tsui Sings Every Song BoiParty Played at Its Events This Summer.

Some highlights that are sewn together and mixed back and forth, as though by a master seamstress include:

- Party Rock Anthem
- Last Friday Night (TGIF)
- Edge of Glory
- Super Bass

Check it out, then head over to your favorite "Steal This From YouTube" website and add it to your iTunes, like I did!

A Gay Bash, Narrowly Avoided

2011-11-04T13:05:00.000-04:00

I can't believe it's almost here, boys.

With the release of my fourth Gulliver Traveler's short story, Todd's Major Meltdown, yesterday, I am now only one story away from completing the full series!

And what a ride it's been! Over the past 5 months I have gotten to know my boys Brayden Castro, Marty Perry, Chase Winterman, Servando, Rowan and Todd DiTempto so much better (helped all the more by taking Gulliver out of the picture).

Getting to know them so well has only guaranteed that when I begin work on the sequel, Gulliver Takes Provincetown, the characters will be THAT much more in-depth and realistic. I canNOT wait.

Have you grabbed your copies of the first four stories? Each is only $2.99 and can be read on your phone, your Kindle, your iPad OR your computer.

And then there was one. That final one is Servando and Rowan's Random Reunion. I'm still working on it feverishly, but that doesn't mean I can't give you a sneak peek now! Let's jump right in to the story, which is narrated by BOTH Servando and Rowan (it's a lot of fun to write!)

In this section, Servando has just abandoned Rowan after a fight on a busted subway train. Perhaps he should have stayed on?

And, of course, don't forget to check out www.GrabGully.com for ALL your Gulliver information needs.

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

EXCERPT FROM SERVANDO AND ROWAN'S RANDOM REUNION

... And THAT is another reason why I won’t date Rowan ever again.

When Rowan wants something, suddenly that’s ALL that’s important. And, usually, it’s WEED. We need to be stoned before, after, and during EVERYTHING. Seeing a movie? Let’s get high! Going out to the country for the weekend for a romantic getaway? Better buy a lot more than usual! Lunch time? Not til we get blazed! Jesus!

Yes, I know I smoke up with him a lot. But I’m not some Harold and Kumar weed fanatic who absolutely needs to light up every five and a half minutes. And THAT is more annoying than I can even describe. I don’t think I’ve seen him without red eyes since we started dating the first time around. The apartment always reeks when I get home from work, and, most of the time, he’s only been home for five minutes before I got there.

I probably wouldn’t even smoke as much as I do if it weren’t for him. No, I know I wouldn’t. Before we met, I smoked up sometimes but it certainly wasn’t with a regularity and dedication to the point where it could rightly be considered a habit or hobby. But I couldn’t stand being sober-minded when Rowan was on the green. Everything was so funny to him. He had to eat everything in the apartment and tell me over and over again how blazed he was. I probably started smoking more frequently just to be able to stay with him.

I don’t even know where I am right now! I was so pissed when I flew off the train that I didn’t even bother checking the station signs that tell you where the hell you are. And the station smelled like homeless person pee and so I didn’t stick around, just breathed through my mouth and got back above ground.

I look around me. I know I’m still in Manhattan, at least I think I am. I just wanted to walk and be pissed, and in so doing have completely lost my bearing, no idea in which direction the subway station I flew out of is. Around me, the crowds are a far cry from those in my neighborhood. Far more diverse and ethnic, compared to the tight shirt and tighter-jeaned white boys of Hell’s Kitchen. A fire hydrant across the street has been dismantled, shooting water into the gutter. It’s been going for a while, considering the fact that there’s a river leading to a stopped up sewer drain. R&B and Salsa music battle each other for dominance, coming out of open windows up and down the block.

It’s getting cloudy. Where the fuck is there a Starbucks around here? I’m pissed. And when I’m in a bad mood, a Mocha Frapuccino is called for. Rowan’s probably already up at the zoo, meeting up with his best buddy the dealer. I’ll bet he’s not even upset. Not when his actual boyfriend, weed, is there and in no short supply. Hey hey! More for me. Om nom nom. I can picture him sitting in the zoo’s food court with Zack Smack chowing down on animal crackers and chicken fingers, their minds blown by something they saw an elephant do.

I recognize none of the businesses on these streets. Fried chicken places, tons of hair salons filled with people just sitting around and listening to music. A single chain store would put my mind at ease, but there are none here. The signs above the bodegas are either in Spanish, or terrible English. I’ve lived in this city for four years and I don’t think I’ve ever been up here before. An uncomfortable sensation is in the pit of my stomach as I wander the streets and find myself completely lost. No subways. No buses. Just gypsy cabs trying to pick me up and the corpses of dismantled bicycles lashed to rusty bike racks. Get me the fuck out of here. I need to be back downtown where the faces are friendly and familiar. FUCK YOU, Rowan. Now I’m lost uptown with no idea how to get back home. I don’t have a dollar to my name, and these gypsy cabs won’t take cards.

My phone, despite having signals, is having the hardest time trying to locate me. Meanwhile, the sky is getting darker and darker. The people I pass on the street regard me as I probably would if I saw them wandering by themselves down in Hell’s Kitchen. With what looks like a mixture of curiosity and defensiveness. I take a deep breath, shove my hands in my pockets, and start whistling a tune that I make up as I go. The thought that I might get mugged up here is a scary one that I can’t seem to push away from my mind. My anger at Rowan is being replaced by a scared loneliness and the strong desire that a single familiar face pop up out of these crowds. “Oh my God, Servy! What are you doing up here? Wanna come by our place? We’re ordering pizza.” Yes, I would love for that to happen. But it’s not. Just clusters of thuggish looking guys who are eyeing me like I’m judging them and need to be taught a lesson. I’m a fish out of water. A stranger has come to town, and the town isn’t interested in welcoming me.

A loud banging noise makes me jump and scream, attracting the attention of everyone on the sidewalk and street. Just a truck driving quickly over a loose metal plate in the center of the street where work must have been done earlier this week. Fuck, I’m scared. Fuck I want to get out of here. I have friends who have gotten their asses beat by roving gangs of guys in far more gentrified areas of the city. I’m just asking for trouble.

I pick up my phone and pretend to have a conversation with nobody as I continue searching for a subway that will get me out of here. But even that possible move is a scary one. If I go underground, I’m no longer in public and safe. What if a gang of guys is waiting down there? Eyeing my iPhone and wondering how much cash or how many cards I have on my person? I take a deep breath and continue speaking to nobody, as if that would deflect any sort of unsafe attention.

Fuck me. Fuck Rowan.

“Hey buddy, you lost?”

I look up from my fake phone conversation to find a group of four Hispanic men in front of me on the sidewalk. They are wearing baggy pairs of jeans and jerseys that hang off of them, exposing their chests, nipples and tattoos on the sides of their bodies. The one who just spoke to me is as big as a house, with a bright green do-rag tightly wrapped around his head.

Of course the side street I randomly found my way to is empty. No cars. No gypsy cabs. No women pushing shopping carts. No kids chasing each other around. Just me and this gang of guys who are standing there, arms crossed and muscles flexed like they’ve been waiting for someone like me to happen by.

I shake my head and mutter that I’m not lost and walk by them, returning to my fake conversation. Now I’m even more on edge. I’m counseling myself to relax. My fear of being mugged or beaten up is painting every person on this street as a possible attacker. That’s probably not the case. They were just asking me if I knew where I was. I said I did indeed know. That’s the end of that. I can just go back to trying to find my way back home.

Fuck. They’re following me. I can feel it: a prickly heat on my back like I just put on a shirt fresh out of the dryer that’s covered in static energy. Their footsteps are getting louder. It sounds like they’re intentionally stomping the pavement to make themselves known.

So I’m walking a little faster, using the full length of my long legs to cover more ground and hopefully distance myself from them. And now I’m wishing that I hadn’t abandoned Rowan on the train. Or, even better, that he were up here with me. Would the thugs be bugging us if the both of us were walking? Rowan doesn’t look half as gay as me, which he probably owes to growing up in Wisconsin. And Rowan isn’t afraid to throw down in a pinch. I’ve seen him throw punches, I’ve seen him scratch and kick and go after people’s eyes. Always in self-defense, though. Rowan wouldn’t pick a fight if you paid him. But, when it’s called for, he’s like a caged animal that’s been jostled and poked and then finally released. Stand back. God, I wish he were here right now.

“Hey Pato,” someone else from the group pipes up. “You ignoring us?”

Now I REALLY wish her were here. I know what Pato means. It’s about as close to “faggot” as you can get in Spanish. The last time I heard that was in the kitchen of a restaurant I worked at during college. Back then it was offensive. Now it’s scary as hell. I am picking up the pace of my walking. Just a little bit more. I don’t want them to take off after me. To run would be dumb. That’s just throwing meat in a tiger cage. Fuck. Somewhere a few blocks away, a police siren starts blaring. I am praying that wherever it is headed, it plans on using this street to get there.

The sirens get lower instead of louder and the street remains empty. All the businesses are boarded up or covered in rusty metal grates. Fuck fuck fuck.

I am not used to this. I can’t remember the last time that I felt threatened on the street. Not in Hell’s Kitchen, that’s for sure. It’s practically Gay City down there, where I can wear and say and do what I want without any worry of retribution. Down there, straight people are the outliers. They’re guests in OUR home, and either they respect the neighbors, or they high-tail it out of there, afraid that damage has already been done and their little kids are going to grow up being attracted to the same gender.

But not up here. Fuck. I’m cursing my own outfit. Shirts don’t get any skin-tighter than the one on my back. My pants are perfectly cuffed. My hair coiffed and swoopy. And this Dora man bag! You don’t get any more obviously gay than me. Benefits at the club or bar, all of these fashion choices are now indications that I am nothing but a Pato who fell off the back of the Gay Truck somewhere that he doesn’t belong.

“Look at him, swooshing back an’ forth like that!” Another voice says, bringing with it five different, deep-throated laughs. Someone snorts and spits. I feel it on the back of my head. I should turn around. No. I shouldn’t. I should keep walking. Should I scream? Would that do anything? Probably not. Not up here.

“You scared, Pato? You wanna show us how good you are at sucking a dick?”

Their footfalls get faster. Sweat is itching my forehead. I can imagine them descend on me, all fists and feet and laughter. I’m imagining the bruises and blood. I’m wondering if they’ll let me out alive if I just surrender to them anything of value on my person. Fuck I was so stupid to get off here. Where the fuck am I? How the fuck do I get out of here?

“Hey! Pato! You gonna suck our dicks or what?”

There’s a hand on my shoulder now, grabbing me and pinching the skin, turning me around. “Show us how good you use that pretty pussy mouth of yours!”

They are surrounding me. Their scarred and pockmarked faces. Their scary tattoos. I’m trapped and they’re enjoying every minute of this. My mouth moves without me giving it permission.

“I’m just trying to get back downtown, thanks.”

The leader of the gang, with muscles bigger than my waistline pushes me backwards and laughs. “Oh you’re not going downtown, Pato. You’re staying right here.”

I flail and crash into the sizable chest of one of the other guys. “Don’t touch me, Pato!” he yells, shoving me back to the guy who pushed me in the first place.

“Leave me alone!” I shout.

The leader of the group has a full beard and mustache. He’s smiling and staring me down. “Hey boys, should we let Pato alone? Let him go back downtown?”

Snickers and giggles are the only response he needs.

“No, I don’t think we’re gonna do that, buddy.”

I want to cry. I want to scream. Everything is moving in slow motion as the guys close around me, grabbing for me. I don’t know what to do.

And then I throw a punch. Two punches. Three punches. I’ve never punched someone before in my life, but I guess I’ve just been waiting for a good excuse. All my time at the gym seems to have paid off. The three guys I took swings at fall back in shock, grabbing their faces. I kick the fourth in the balls, taking a shot to my chest in the process. I lose my breath, but I don’t need it. To that last guy, I drop all semblances of masculinity and scratch him across his face, poking him in the eye, and then take a swing at him with my Dora bag. A cut rips open on his face, blood welling up.

And then I run.

“YOU FUCKING FAGGOT!” one of them screams.

But he is far away. They all are. I am sprinting. They’re trying to chase me, but they don’t stand a chance. They should probably give up. It’s not their fault; they had no idea that Servando Reyes was a track star back in the day. They don’t know that as recently as four years ago, Reyes took his sprint team all the way to nationals. My thoughts have shut down. I am all feet. Lift and drop, push forward the moment the sole hits the ground. I’m not wearing running shoes, but I’m making do. And I’m not turning around to check up on their progress. I refuse to do a damned thing that will slow me down. I can hear their voices getting farther and farther behind. Their screams of rage becoming tinnier by the second.

I am back on an avenue that I’m sprinting down to fast to read its name. It doesn’t matter. I can see, in the distant skyline, the Empire State Building. That’s all I need to know: South. I will sprint until I recognize once again where I am, whether they catch me or not. And, when I get home, I’m going to Barrage and ordering one of those fucking frozen cosmopolitans. I will get the most amazing brain freeze as I suck it down and tell everyone my story. Because, right now, I feel like some crazy action movie hero. Jackie Chan or Sly Stallone or Vin Diesel or The Rock. Except I can also run. And, when it’s one on five, there’s nothing cowardly about fleeing.

“Fuck you! Go suck EACH OTHER’S dicks!” I scream over my shoulder, even though the guys may have very well given up chasing me blocks ago. I scream it again, pick up my feet even higher, my head down, as I speed my body back to Hell’s Kitchen.

But, in the midst of this victory lap, or whatever you want to call it, I have an realization I’d rather not have: the only guy I really want to tell this to is Rowan. Because I can imagine how proud of me he’d be. He’s like that whenever I succeed at any little thing: haggling for the price of a new outfit, getting a raise at work, it doesn’t matter. And that smile he gets when he’s proud of me: it’s the only time that he uses that smile. Like he reserved it just for me. And this story would have him on the ground, laughing his ass off. He would make me tell it to him over and over again, asking for every little detail. And I would happily recount it, maybe embellish it a bit (“No, it wasn’t four guys… it was more like six!”)

But there’s no way that Rowan would be like that now. Not when you consider how pissed off at me he was today. And yeah, he was a jerk, but I guess I was too. Nothing like almost getting your ass killed to put things in perspective and show you the truth through all of your stubbornness and self-righteousness. Yeah, Rowan’s a pot head… but I smoke my fair share too. And wasn’t he all shaken and out of his skull today because of that rat? And he’s always there when something upsets me. I could have stuck my neck out and tried to settle him down. I could have been there for him. But no, I had to be a smart ass and give him a hard time. Today’s thing wasn’t my fault entirely, but it’s becoming increasingly clear that it’s not all his fault either.

I’d text this to Rowan now, tell him that I’d forgive him if he’d forgive me, but I can’t right now. Not until I get back home. Not until I am one hundred percent positive that the thugs are a distant memory forever flung into the past. Then I’ll apologize. And hopefully Rowan will back down too. Because after that happens, then we’ll probably smoke the weed that he got from Zack Smack. And then we’ll have some of the roughest, hottest apology sex. I push that thought away as soon as I have it. It’ll be a lot harder (no pun intended) to sprint home with an erection.

The crowds are getting thicker on the sidewalk, forcing me to weave back and forth between elbows and strollers and shopping carts and shopping bags. I take a quick peek up to a street sign as I pass. I am in the nineties. Almost home. I cut into the street, sprint even faster. Man this feels good. I need to get back in the habit of running more often. Maybe try and qualify for the marathon next year.

And who knows? Maybe Rowan is home already, waiting for me. Maybe he’s got the baggy on the table and wondering if I’ll come back home pissed off or looking to make amends. Won’t he be surprised to see that his baby came home looking for loving? I know I will be.

PRAISING THE GAY BAR: No Parking!

2011-11-02T11:08:00.000-04:00

If you don't live in NYC (or you do, and are lazy like me) you sometimes forget that good gay bars exist outside of Hell's Kitchen and Chelsea. Guess what? They do!

Of course, as I said, I am lazy and therefore don't go to them. A gay bar in midtown on the east side? Next! I'll be here drinking vodka in my underwear on the couch. I am SO lazy that I'll sometimes not go to a bar just because it's on 53rd street (soooo far!)

So, naturally, to continue my new PRAISING THE (gay) BAR series, I had to go out-of-house and find someone to bring some locational diversity to Justin Plus One. And I did! His name is D. Kareem and he is the keeper of the kinky keys over at his awesome blog, The Blackout Blog (check it out naow!)

Kareem did me a solid and did an AWESOME write-up on the gay bar No Parking, which is a bar EVERYONE should check out. (Even I did, once, despite my laziness). It's fun! It's cool! The crowd is cute! I'll shut up now and let Kareem tell you more!

xo Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

NAME: No Parking

LOCATION: Broadway (between 176th and 177th), Washington Heights (That’s still Manhattan)

DAYS OF OPERATION: 7 days/week

WEBSITE: http://www.facebook.com/NoParkingBar.NYC

THE SCOOP
No Parking opened in 2006 as the only gay bar in Manhattan north of 110th St (as far as I know). They have a solid rotation of DJs who play music in sets: a few pop songs; a few hip-hop; a few salsa/merengue/reggaeton. You’ll definitely never get bored.

THE SPACE
While there’s no official dance floor, No Parking patrons are comfortable feeling the music wherever they are. Some will bob their heads at the bar while others will post up on the wall. You’ll even see some guys whining and grinding.

The light-up bar, surrounded by stools, sits in the center of a wide rectangle. There are benches along the walls (often used for dancing) and a recessed VIP area for private parties, too. It’s more of a flexible bar than a club.

THE EVENTS
Hands down, my favorite night is Wednesday for Cock Fight (hosted by So You Think You Can Drag winner Sir Honey Davenport). If you like go-goes, this is where you want to be. Hoards of friendly dancers on the bar and circling through the crowd (and available for private lap dances)! Slim, muscular, tall, short, thuggish, clean-cut. They love your tips, so bring your ones.

They also have karaoke on Mondays, a rotating theme on Tuesdays, a “search for local hot cuties” on Thursdays, and your normal ruckus with hot go-goes on Fri and Sat. And there’s never a cover.

THE CROWD
The crowd is heavily Dominican with some black and white guys mixed in. You’ll see a few women, too. Most people are there with friends to have a good time, but there’s definitely a bit of cruising going on.

If you’re there to socialize with the crowd, don’t bother before 11:30 or Midnight. It’s the type of place that will be jumping until they turn the lights on at 4. If you’re going to tip the go-goes on a weekend, 11 is a good time to get there and get a stool at the bar.

TIPS/TRICKS
There are usually drink specials. I make it a general habit anywhere I go to ask the bartender before I order my drink if they’re running any specials (as they’re always subject to change).

They take credit cards!

2-4-1 happy hour til 10 every night!

There’s usually a $3 tequila shot special, a $5-6 rum or vodka special, and there’s often a $6-$7 long island special (even on the weekends). It’s often announced on the Facebook page, but your best bet is to ask the bartender.

No Parking is a mixed bag. You have people that will come up from Brooklyn and the E.vil, down from Westchester and the Bronx and locals from just up the street. It helps that it’s literally a block from the A train (~20 minute ride from 42nd St express, 25 min. local or $20 cab fare) and not far from the 1. Plus, it couldn’t be more accessible from the West Side Highway, Harlem River Drive and the GW Bridge. If you’re looking for something totally different but still gay, this bar is highly recommended.

Oh, and definitely stop by Mambi across the street to pig out on rice and beans at 4am! The service is horrid, but their rotisserie chicken is amazing!

PIC POST: Sexy Boys in Skimpy Costumes!

2011-11-01T13:55:00.000-04:00

Having Halloween on a Monday means one thing to the stunning boys in Gorgeous, Gay and Twenty-Something: Halloween starts Thursday night and goes for five nights!

And GOD FORBID anyone repeat a single costume! This equates to five different costumes that minimize fabric and maximize flesh to take us through the full HalloWeekend.

So my writing on today's post stops here, leaving PLENTY of room for gorgeous twenty-something gay boys in their spooky couture.

Enjoy!

- Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

The ULTIMATE Guide to Partying FREE or CHEAP with BoiParty

2011-10-31T10:08:00.002-04:00

This post has actually been a long time coming.

I am the co-director and lead promoter of a little ten-year-old massively successful gay nightlife company called BoiParty.com.

With my partner, the spectacular and brilliant Alan Picus, we throw three weekly events at New York City's hottest clubs. We also get involved with major national and international events.

This past week I spent some time hanging out with the cashiers at all three of our parties (TWINK! Tuesdays at Splash, Campus Thursdays at Splash and Heaven Saturdays at Club Heaven) and discovered something astonishing: people were paying the full cover to get in to our events.

I'm sorry... WHAT? It's very hard for me to believe. This is because one of the things I scream the loudest every day is that you can get in CHEAP or FREE to all of our events.

I guess some things get lost in the shuffle of all the tri-state's screaming promoters. Well, hopefully no longer. Here's the simple point, boys: We don't WANT to charge you cover.

Ferrealzies! Every week Alan and I jump through about forty different hoops to help get y'all in FREE to our parties. Go ahead and read this, and I will help save you over a THOUSAND dollars by the time next year is out.

Think of how many cute outfits you can buy with that money!

FREE PARTY TRICK NUMBER 1: TEXT MESSAGES
Every week BoiParty.com sends 2-3 text messages. Sure they may be cluttered and tough to read at times, but give them a quick scan! You will find that those texts qualify you for FREE entry to Campus Thursdays every week. Same for TWINK! Tuesdays.

Yes, they ask you to get there by a certain time, but that's the ONLY catch! Arrive before 11, or 12, or 1, or WHATEVER time the texts say, and you get to skip the $10 or $15 cover!

Are you subscribed to our weekly text deals?
Head over to BoiParty.com and click "Get Texted" on the top.
OR sign up with one of our cute iPad boys at any of our events.

FREE PARTY TRICK NUMBER 2: STUDENT IDs on TWINK! Tuesdays
This secret is for the super-broke (and super-cute) college boy crowd. Every Tuesday night at Splash we let in the 18+ crowd. And if you get to the club BEFORE 11 and show the doorman your student ID, you get in free! It's THAT easy!

FREE PARTY TRICK NUMBER 3: JUST SAY "I'M A GG20"
Another little secret for Campus Thursdays at Splash is that you don't need a text! You can just walk up to the doorman outside of the club and tell him "I'm a GG20". This code word gets you in free TIL 1 AM! It's the longest-lasting free offer you can get. Take advantage of it!

FREE PARTY TRICK NUMBER 4: GET THE BOIPARTY EMAILS!
BoiParty.com doesn't just send text messages. Every week we also send eBlasts with digital promos for all of the week's events. Again - PAY ATTENTION TO THEM. On every promo are instructions on how you can get in free... and they change every week!

You can simply show the email on your phone to the cashier for free entry, or you can print the email, or you can print the Facebook invite. Sometimes you can get in free just by showing your GRINDR or HORNET app. All this info is written in the emails, and will save you money!

Wanna sign up for our free weekly emails?
Just head over to BoiParty.com and click on "Join Email List" on the top of the site!
OR sign up with one of our cute iPad boys at any of our events.

FREE PARTY TRICK NUMBER 5: ASK A PROMOTER FOR A COMP!
This works especially well for our super-popular Saturday party at Heaven. BoiParty.com gives ALL of its promoters a set number of COMP ENTRIES a week. This is the BIGGEST money-saver of them all, since Heaven Saturdays charge between $15 and $60 at the door depending on the night.

If you want a shot at getting a FREE entry to the party, hit up a promoter! Now, a warning: like I said, these are LIMITED comps. So the earlier you hit us up, the better your chances. ALSO: if you ask for a comp, and then don't show up, you may have a harder time getting a comp another weekend... so if you're gonna show... be sure to show!

Below is a cheat sheet of ALL the BoiParty promoters. Add them as friends, they are SUPER friendly!

- Jonathan Nish
- Patrick Michael
- Justin Luke (that's me!)
- Mikey Mo
- Ryan Patrick
- Shane Cherry

FREE PARTY TRICK NUMBER 6: THROW YOUR OWN PARTY!
We LOVE when a cute boy brings a crowd (of likewise cute boys). So plan to throw your birthday party, goodbye party, welcome home party, loss of virginity party, or what-the-fuck-let's-have-a-party-for-the-hell-of-it party with us!

Become a fan of BOIPARTY EVENT PLANNING and drop us a line. Depending on the size of your group, you will most likely net yourself a bunch of comps, steep discounts for others in your party, and maybe even some drink tickets and shout-outs! (Think of how cool that'll make YOU look).

Ta-da! There you have it, boys. Six ways you can pay nothing (or very little) EVERY WEEK for BoiParty.com events. Bookmark this page if you drink too much to remember everything I've written. Or print it up and hang it in your cubicle, bedroom, or car.

Like I said: we don't want to charge you cover - we just use that for the tourists and people who don't listen to what we say when we tell them all the ways to avoid it. You should NEVER, EVER have to pay a full cover at a BoiParty event. EVER.

Now you know. Be sure to spread the word. Can't wait to party with you. (And I'm TOTALLY hitting you up for a drink, since I know you'll have all this extra cash.)

xoxo Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

Hot Gay Textual Relations: A +1 Guest Post

2011-10-28T14:59:00.001-04:00

The following guest post is penned by my friend (and Montclair State student), the gorgeous, wavy haired author extraordinaire, Dave Osmundsen.

Like what he wrote? Drop him a line on Facebook!

xo Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

The usual format for a list like this is “Top Five” or “Top Ten”, but organizational skills aren’t my forte. So, what follows is a list of gay romances that I personally find powerful, interesting, or just plain hot, in no particular order.

Nathan and Roy from Dream Boy: Dream Boy is a bleak, but beautifully written (and very underrated) story. Nathan, a boy with a troubled past, moves to a rural new town where he develops the hots for Roy, his next door neighbor. After a series of homework sessions, the two boys find themselves falling in love (or lust, it’s debatable) with one another. Nathan finds an escape from his tumultuous home life with Roy, and Roy finds in Nathan a world he’s never known before (One, two, three: AWWWW!!!)

Before tragedy strikes (I won’t spoil it for those who haven’t read the book/seen the movie), the encounters they have together are HOT. They manage to make a graveyard, a school bus AND a possibly haunted house hot spots for a quickie. Even if Roy’s ends their episodes with the biggest boner shrinker of all time (“I’m not your boyfriend… I have a girlfriend”), they’re nevertheless tastefully and sexily rendered.

Jack Twist and Ennis Delmar from Brokeback Mountain: I always say that if Edna Ferber (author of Giant and Show Boat) wrote for the gay crowd, this would be the result. This story is probably the most mainstream (and best) gay film in recent years. Its accolades are well deserved, and its cinematography, acting and screenplay are admirable. For the four of you who don’t know the story, Jack and Ennis are two ranch hands who are sent up to Brokeback Mountain one summer to herd a flock of sheep. Naturally, they find themselves herding OTHER things, and wind up falling in love with one another.

Over the next twenty years, they get married, have kids, and have random encounters with one another until, OF COURSE, tragedy strikes. Their first encounter in the tent about half an hour into the movie is as hot as it gets. OK, the kiss in front of Ennis’ house is pretty hot too. But aside from being a good love story, Brokeback Mountain is a commentary on society’s narrow definition of what a Man is. Like Dream Boy, the story is bleak, but the experience is epic and unforgettable.

Ned Weeks and Felix Turner from The Normal Heart: Say what you will about Larry Kramer (he is pompous, he needs to shut up, he doesn’t know when to stop, Faggots had too many characters, etc.), but the recent Broadway production of his play The Normal Heart was a powerful experience that left audiences in stunned silence. After hearing about a mysterious virus, journalist Ned Weeks starts a campaign to prevent it. He meets Felix Turner, who becomes his lover, and proudly joins him in the fight against said disease. But when Felix contracts it, Ned continues fighting it with an even stronger resolve.

What makes their story so powerful is that Ned doesn’t even think of leaving Felix: He remains beside him, fighting what is perhaps a losing battle for him. True, the anti-silence message overtakes the love story, but the relationship between Ned and Felix plays a prodigious part in the proceedings. Even when tragedy strikes (frickin’ AGAIN), Ned vows to continue fighting the disease for every gay man out there. Now that’s devotion.

Aaron and Christian from Latter Days: The movie Latter Days can be experienced as either one of two things: A thrilling emotional journey that covers the gamut from mirth to depression, or as a silly, shallow and oft-done love story. When I saw it, I found the romance of dedicated Mormon boy Aaron and party boy Christian (points for irony…) to be the former. What I like about this film is how it correlates with the character’s journeys: When it starts, the tone is very shallow, reflecting Christian’s superficiality. His attempts to seduce Aaron, although amusing, come across as self fulfilling and self indulgent. But when his efforts evoke a confession from Aaron (that he is a virgin and doesn’t want his first time to be a random hookup), Christian is forced to rethink his entire outlook on life.

Meanwhile, Aaron is forced to confront his feelings for Christian and his dedication to Jesus head on. Eventually, the two men get together, but not without more obstacles (and possible tragedy) facing them. How Aaron and Christian cope with these obstacles gives the film its emotional depth. For me, this is one of the few films that transcend whatever technical and stylistic flaws it may have in lieu of the power and beauty of the story. And oh yeah, there’s a hot scene in a hotel room. Bam.

Nathan Bishop and Tommy Bishop from The Brothers Bishop: I’m going to outright say it: These two are brothers, and they have sex. In their younger days, they experimented with one another in order to escape their less than ideal home life (yes, their father is an alcoholic). It’s perfectly reasonable to feel disgust when describing their encounters as comforting, but when reading it, the warmth and safety the brothers feel as they handle each other in hard times (ha ha) is palpable.

The novel doesn’t focus on their love story (apologies to those who are into gaycest), but rather focuses on their relationship about twenty years later, when the promiscuous Tommy, along with a dysfunctional heterosexual couple, visits Nathan. Add to this mix an attractive student of Nathan’s who may or may not be interested in one (or both) of the brothers. Suffice to say, morals are questioned, young un’s are corrupted, lives are ruined by the end of the novel, and ONCE AGAIN, tragedy strikes. But this novel is far from a downer: Rather, author Bart Yates uplifts the reader with his message about overcoming one’s past and learning to healthily deal with it. Nathan learns how to do this from Tommy, which is more valuable than any romance they could’ve shared.

Annnnnnd that’s it. Feel free to check out some of these stories, and if you have anything to recommend to me, send it my way. I’m always up to reading new things, even if tragedy strikes in them.

- David O.

Lance Bass Presents... The Gayest Music Video of All Time

2011-10-24T18:38:00.001-04:00

Leave it to former N*Sync closet case Lance Bass to create the gayest boy band, and produce the gayest song and music video, OF ALL TIME.

Meet HEART2HEART (yes, that's the proper spelling). They sing about Facebook! And poking and hearts and Facebook official relationships! Vomit! Yak! Gross! Rotting death corpse sandwich!

I can't take these boys. They look 12. Their hair belongs on Pokemon or Naruto or that key-blade wielding guy from Kingdom Hearts. And, thanks to Lance, they are ALL unforgivably gay. No Joey Fatone here! Every boy is pretty in the way that he just might be a closely shorn lesbian, versus a fella.

And the song! At least most boy bands are poppy and catchy. There's nothing in this rhythmic tripe that would come CLOSE to catchy. At least to me.

The video features the gay gay gay boys dancing in a set that looks left over from an old Backstreet video, and sometimes on the playground where they all got beaten up when they were kids. It is interspersed with video footage of upper-class girls on an expensive Mac laptop getting all excited because they LOVE when they are propositioned by obvious closet cases.

Or maybe this is just a sign that I (and, possibly, you) have gotten way too old. Maybe 13 year old girls love this shit! OMG! Is the next song about you sending me a Super Cow on Farmville? I hope the album is called "Our Love's Too Young For LinkedIn"!

Is this good? I don't think so. But, hey, it's gotten over 1.3 million hits on YouTube. Considering how tech-savvy HEART2HEART is, perhaps their next single will just be "Our Last Single Got 1.3 Million Hits On YouTube (Grrl You Betta Embed It On Ur Tumblr)"

You can watch the "Facebook Official" video below, please just vomit somewhere else.

xo Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

Goatee McGee Says FAGS ARE RUINING HIGH SCHOOLS!

2011-10-21T16:42:00.000-04:00

Gay.

I was half hoping that this video was a joke. Maybe MadTV was back on the air? Was this Guy Fieri look-alike a new cast member on Saturday Night Live?

Nope! This is 100% balls-to-the-wall serious. And just as mother-fuck crazy!

If the dramatic End-of-Days music doesn't get you, or the hilarious Public-Sex-Meet-Up-Under-the-Tunnel setting of the candid interviews, then Tyler and Patrick, two obvious mos will.

Also gay.

And while the video is funny and ridiculous, it's also extremely sad. These two beautiful obviously gay (might I add: HOT) boys are now denying their homosexuality and natural selves because Goatee McGee is preying upon them and frothing at the mouth as he describes Jesus bringing blood rain and destroying the world because they like boys and musicals.

SCARY CHILD MOLESTER!

Sad! Stupid! What the fuck!

xoJL
BoiParty.com

Gorgeous, Gay, 20-Something, and NAKED!

2011-10-20T11:39:00.000-04:00

As you all probably know, I created and run a group called GG20, which stands for Gorgeous, Gay, and Twenty-Something. And that's exactly what it is: a private Facebook group with over 6,200 international members, all who have been vetted and verified as gorgeous, gay, and in their twenties.

It's a very sexy group.

And it's also a very horny group. Needless to say, the posting of shirtless and underwear photos in the group is a regular occurrence. And why not? When you look that good, I fully support you publicly showing off what you either work hard to get, or earned via the blessing of good genes.

Youth and sexiness is fleeting, so make as many permanent records of it as you can!

Anyway, no more chatter from me. The rest of this post will be yummy GG20s showing off their goods. ENJOY!

xo Justin Luke
BoiParty.com

Where Are the Public Blowjobs? A +1 Guest Post

2011-10-19T13:59:00.001-04:00

The following post is penned by Courtney Linson, an online friend of mine, and a very active (and popular) member of my private Facebook group, Gorgeous, Gay and 20-Something (GG20).

In it, he talks about the breaking of a very important cherry we all have: the New York City gay dance club cherry. EVERYONE has one... some just (sadly) never bother popping it. Courtney did, and tells us all about it.

Give it a read, and drop him a line!

xo JL
BoiParty.com

Wow! I get a guest spot on THE Justin Luke’s blog? I don’t know what to say…I mean I had everything I wanted to say all figured out before Justin actually gave me the green light to actually go ahead. Regardless, I want to start by introducing myself. I’m Courtney Linson, I’m 19, live in Pennsylvania, and like most (if not all of you) I’m gay. Fashion is what I love, but writing comes just as naturally, so when I saw the opportunity to write for this blog, I just couldn’t pass it up! So where am I going with this? Let’s see…

Out of all my friends, I’m usually the most outspoken one. I’m the guy that’s loud and obnoxious, making everyone laugh with my overuse of the word “fuck” and my witty banter, but I’m also the guy that cares about his friends as if they were his children. I have this maternal thing going on where I’m like “Call me when you get to *insert destination*” because I’ve dealt with the suicide of a friend and I would never want that to happen to anyone, so I try to show everyone that I care as much as possible each and every day. So when one of my best friend’s came out of the closet, I couldn’t be more ecstatic…then he told me about what he called “the scene”.

From what I had heard, being a part of “the scene” meant drinking heavily, snorting things that definitely didn’t belong up your nose, and giving a sloppy blowjob in the bathroom. I listened to tales of bitchy queen fights and cars being ruined because of one guy getting to close to another’s boyfriend. Being the “Queen Bee Gay” in high school that I was, I felt as though I was getting a complete reality check, and I never really made it a mission to go out to a club or be a part of “the scene” or whatever.

But naturally…I was curious…but I made sure curiosity wouldn’t kill this cat.

Walking into Splash for the first time was definitely an eye opener. The music was pumping, the boys were HOT, and I couldn’t wait to shake it on the dance floor. But wait!

Where were the catfights?

What happened to the boys popping pills?

I ran downstairs to the bathroom and not a single person was on their knees!

Where the hell was I? This definitely wasn’t an episode of Queer As Folk.

The point I’m getting at is that even though I didn’t see all of those things happen my first night (as for the second, third, and fourth night…that’s a different story guys) it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t happen. Since I started going out in New York, I’ve met some of the most amazing people I think I’ll ever meet. Whether you’re the artist, the nipple pincher, the drama queen or just yourself, it doesn’t matter because once the music starts and you’ve had a couple cranberry vodkas, all of that fades away.

I hope that I’ll get to visit New York often, because the more I get to experience, the more I fall in love with this mecca of a city that will never let me sleep.

- Courtney

Hot Singing Naked British Boys? YES PLEASE!

2011-10-17T18:21:00.003-04:00

Man, you know what I miss? Boy bands. Seriously! I pine sometimes for the days of Backstreet. For those long hours spent pondering Justin Timberlake's fro'ed up curls. What about 98 degrees?! And all those other boy bands! Man, nothing beats candy bubble gum pop that's so sweet it rots your teeth and destroys your brain, coming out of the pipes of a quartet, quintet, or sextet of button-cute boys.

Well, guess what? THERE'S A NEW BOY BAND COMING TO THE US!

No, I'm not kidding. They're called THE WANTED. And I can honestly say I want 3-4 of them. In my bed. Serenading me. Right this very minute.

Turns out I don't need to wait too long to hear and feast my eyes upon them after all. They're playing the Gramercy Theatre next Tuesday, October 25th! (Buy tickets here)

Their marketing folks contacted me and gave me much in the way of good news which I will (sort of) announce here.

1. I'm getting some FREE TICKETS to give away! Want one? Leave a comment right here.

2. There's a SUPER-SPECIAL SECRET performer who's opening for them! I'm not allowed to say who it is yet, but I promise you... it's big. So you should probably ask for a ticket. Because if the hot brit boys don't get you, their opening act will.

It's one thing to be cute and shirtless, though. What about the music? Can these boys bring big beats? Oh you bet they can. Check out their single, "GLAD YOU CAME" and its music video at the bottom of this post.

(The title sounds so wonderfully filthy, despite all their gallivanting around with girls on some British shore).

Let's be honest, boys. Statistically at least ONE of these guys will be the Lance Bass of the group. And I wanna be there when he discovers he's gladder when a member of the same sex comes.

<3 JL
BoiParty.com