It's entirely possible that the Universe has decided that I don't need to be at home this Saturday night, June 11. As mentioned in the previous post tonight, I was supposed to emcee the June 11th Fire Island Bear Contest out in Cherry Grove - but circumstances beyond my control got in the way a few months ago and I had to back out (which was kind of a bummer for me as producer Shane Tate is one my besties and I would more or less walk on hot coals for him).
Then, Stephen over at The Saint at Large - you know the ones who throw the annual Black Party that used to be at Roseland but is now at some warehouse in Brooklyn - have a pre Pride/end of Saint at Large season /post Brooklyn Pride party primed and ready for you this Saturday, June 11 and it looks pretty fabulous - if you can't get out to be with the bears, maybe join us for a party this Saturday night out in Brooklyn - just the thing to celebrate Hillary's lock on the Democratic nomination (just don't wear a pantsuit and remember, it takes a village to fuck the living daylights out of a pushy, bossy bottom). Go to Saint at Large or click on the image on the right.
It's over at Analog located at 177 2nd Ave ... and let me tell you a little story - the first and only time I was at this club was last November, the Saturday after I'd been told on a Wednesday that my job at the bank had been eliminated. I was pretty bummed out especially since I'd spent the two months before working on tons and tons and tons of events and was pretty wiped out.
But it wasn't only because of the job that I was bummed out - it was also because it was a Saint at Large party that included a memorial for former Saint at Large promoter Mike Peyton who had died a few weeks before after a long battle with cancer. Mike was adored by many people - including myself although we had lost contact a two/three years before. The group of well wishers included many friends from nightlife and, at one point, I looked around and realized what an amazing, beautiful group of men and women I was a part of. I don't talk to them every day or even every year - but I've done projects with many of them and cherish them as talented artists contributing to the enjoyment of our community.
Once the party started, I danced my ass off as did everyone present. I danced and I danced. I danced off the sadness and frustration that I had had with the job and the disappointment I'd had in losing it through no fault of my own. No one could say that I hadn't worked hard enough. And yet, in the end, it wasn't enough. I talked to friends, had drinks, and just let the beat of the night take me over and slowly I allowed myself to enjoy this great party.
And then, at one point, I was leaning back against a wall and a cute young go go dancer approached me .. I had met him briefly when I arrived as he was finishing planning some choreography with another dancer that I'd had at Bingo a few times over the years. The dancer, Michael, was all buff, and handsome and covered in glitter, his big cock fell out of his barely there g string. He called me Daddy and I couldn't help but feel like I'd suddenly sort of won the lottery. We chatted, made out, and went outside to smoke and along the way I discovered that he is a very talented artist. Although the middle of the night and well a little uhmm tipsy, I could see his work was astounding and knew then and there that some time in the future, he'll be a pretty major figure in the art world.
I also found out that he was 21 and I kind of had a division of thought - one: that any other man (gay or straight) would kill me if I passed up the opportunity to hang out with a super hot 21 year old.. and two: that sometimes the things that you know aren't yours are not to be touched. So, we ended up hanging out a couple times as friends and then we kind of drifted apart, but I sure would love to reconnect with him someday soon and see where he is in his art.
Anyway, I tell you this not to coerce you into coming to this party under the false notion that a hot go go boy will slide up onto you with his hot sweaty glittery body - but more importantly to impress on you the importance of getting out and into the world, especially in those times when you really would rather crawl under a pillow and die. Don't die. There's a whole world out there - and maybe some hot 21 WILL slide up to you.. but they can't find you if you're on your couch watching Golden Girls reruns. Right?
As a side note, that particular night was the first time in my entire life that I opened up a club and closed it down all in the same night. I got there at 1030 for the start and before I knew it, it was 7 am and they were shooing us out - the manager locked the door behind us as a group of us shuffled up the street to a blessedly quiet after party at a friends home where most of us middle agers simply sat around and cooled our feet, ate muffins and tried not to fall asleep. :) LOL
Take care all and maybe I'll see you on the dance floor this Saturday night.. .hey, you never know, it's clear that the Universe wants me out of the house one way or another!
This post is part of a series of blogs celebrating The End of Will Clark