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by Frederick D. Hawkins 09/24/2006Neighborhood: Morningside Heights
People. What can I say. Are unpredictable. Quite. It’s approaching four years since we first met at Bar 13 downtown while listening to some of the dopest spoken word artists. Most notable was Bonafide, Puerto Rican kid, Columbia guy. We both were given to the electronic medium of connecting, given that substantive “real-time” connections were […]
Manhattan Sex Clubs: They Have Their Ups and Downs
by Daphne 09/24/2006Neighborhood: Midtown
The sex club looked more like a cheesy New Jersey club than a happening orgy fest. There were balloons on the ceiling and people dancing to seventies music. Most of the people were not very attractive. The women were bleached blondes with frizzy hair and a bit dumpy or with fake boobs. The men had […]
Live Free or Die
by Pam Widener 09/24/2006Neighborhood: West Village
On a recent Tuesday morning, at exactly 9:32 AM, Suzanne Seggerman pulled her white, full-sized van, a Chevrolet Gladiator she affectionately refers to as The Gladiator, into a choice parking spot on Bleecker Street near the NYU gym. She was fresh on the heels of the street-cleaning vehicle assigned to this block every Tuesday and […]
The Redhead Complainer: To Know Her Is To Be Bemused By Her
by Mickey Z. 09/16/2006Neighborhood: Midtown
Thus spoke the Redhead Complainer: “So I told him to get his own goddamned dinner.” This vivacious female who rides the N train with me regularly once appeared intriguing–that is, until I finally heard her speak. And that only happened a few weeks ago, when the subway car was particularly bustling and my fatigued frame […]
5 Years Later: Talking About the Jumpers
by Kelly McMasters 09/16/2006Neighborhood: World Trade Center
Their hands were clasped. She had on a skirt suit and he had a tie around his neck. In my mind, their arms are down, right hand holding left between the balls of their hips. But I know this can’t be right. Another impossibility: her hair. It was long, brown, and fell below her shoulders. […]
The Midtown Report: Heightened Security Leads to Homoerotic Fondling/Rescue by Dick & Jane
by J Paul Ghetto 09/16/2006Neighborhood: Letter From Abroad
It never fails. When I venture outside of midtown, something extraordinary happens. My muse, Madelaine, had a graduation party last weekend at a new downtown club. I invited The Prince of Darkness to accompany me. The Prince of Darkness works like the devil, so, needless to say, it’s difficult to get him out of his […]
Pursuits
by Thomas Beller 09/15/2006Neighborhood: West Village
I wouldn’t have noticed her at all if she hadn’t stepped on my foot. Her hair was in a tight braid that bounced against her exposed shoulders as she rushed past. She wore a skimpy red top, extremely tight white pants and high heels. I glanced after her with a tiny bit of indignation – […]
Bye, Bye Buffa’s, Hello Wal-Mart
by Thomas Beller 09/03/2006Neighborhood: Bronx
“Seventy-eight years!” someone said, and there was that distinctive popping sound. I’d come for a tuna salad sandwich but now plastic cups of champagne were being poured and, in a democratic spirit, one was placed on the Formica counter in front of me. Before I could ask what was going on, the waitress came up […]