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I saw a customer on the subway once, and since we were sitting across from each other started talking to her. It was late at night. She said she was going to work. “Oh? where do you work.”
She gingerly cleared her throat and said, “The Pussycat Lounge.”
Cobble, it’s very unfortunate that those who got ill the first never had the meds back in the 80s. I lost a number of friends in the late 80s, early 90s. Basically now, anyone with health insurance who can afford the meds won’t die.
This of course is a double-edged sword and promotes unsafe promiscuity in the younger people who never saw anyone die.
OK for real? I have two gays telling me where strip clubs are in NYC?
Pussycat Lounge is (or was) in FiDi next to Thunder Lingerie, v close to ground zero. Behind Syms. Trust me on this one. Probably the only strip club left in Manhattan where people actually bothered to have dollar bills with them.
My Jim Thompson was gay and is dead now. From AIDS, in 1994. He was a great friend. When I moved back to NYC, and he was in SF and found out he was ill, pre-internet, we would mail postcards and letters back and forth. He sent me the most hilarious series of p.cards/letters almost right up until he died. I saved them all in a binder. I read them from time to time and LMAO!
I saw a customer on the subway once, and since we were sitting across from each other started talking to her. It was late at night. She said she was going to work. “Oh? where do you work.”
She gingerly cleared her throat and said, “The Pussycat Lounge.”
pussycat lounge is on rector i think
They’re also saying that heavier snow is on the way later this evening/overnight.
Cobble, it’s very unfortunate that those who got ill the first never had the meds back in the 80s. I lost a number of friends in the late 80s, early 90s. Basically now, anyone with health insurance who can afford the meds won’t die.
This of course is a double-edged sword and promotes unsafe promiscuity in the younger people who never saw anyone die.
Again, LOL, biff!
Legion, perhaps you are a spy for the Brooklyn Paper, Dads column. 🙂
Snow’s stopped in north Slope. Radio 88 says, “Do what you must & go home & stay there.”
DIBS – I am taking page from your book. I am going to enjoy and Asian lad in the afternoon. I am going to watch “Enter the Dragon” with Bruce Lee.
OK for real? I have two gays telling me where strip clubs are in NYC?
Pussycat Lounge is (or was) in FiDi next to Thunder Lingerie, v close to ground zero. Behind Syms. Trust me on this one. Probably the only strip club left in Manhattan where people actually bothered to have dollar bills with them.
“…sounds like he’s happily retired in Bangkok.”
My Jim Thompson was gay and is dead now. From AIDS, in 1994. He was a great friend. When I moved back to NYC, and he was in SF and found out he was ill, pre-internet, we would mail postcards and letters back and forth. He sent me the most hilarious series of p.cards/letters almost right up until he died. I saved them all in a binder. I read them from time to time and LMAO!