Believe it or not, I woke up this morning still drunk. Not a hangover – drunk… I can’t remember the last time I drank that much…

It started with me getting out of the apartment so I didn’t have to deal with my boyfriend. I went downtown, had a chicken burger at Better Burger (they were packed at 3pm!), then wandered around town. Sat in Union Square for a while watching people go by. It’s all there – homess people mixed in with Yuppies, mixed in with parents with new kids… Even the homeless people had diversity – there was the young, hip, homeless group (sorta like hippies), and the ones that looked more like stereotypical bums.

Then I had an idea to go watch a movie, but despite walking past a bunch of theaters didn’t find anything that I wanted to watch happening near the time when I was at the theather. I just missed the showing of W. – that would have been cool.

So I wound up at Gym Bar. Ordered a Maker’s Mark on the rocks and they gave me this HUGE glass of it, though it tasted a little watered down (the ice must have melted quickly or something). Thing is, people don’t really talk to strangers at Gym, so after I had finished the burbon I left. I walked up to 23rd to see what was playing at the cinema there, but didn’t see anything I wanted to watch, so I got a muffin at Murray’s Bagels to sop up the alcohol and then went to Rawhide. [BTW, incredible muffin…]

Rawhide is just really low key and friendly. People talk to each other there – and not just in packs of friends who already know each other. The people aren’t as attractive as Gym, but if you just want to hang out and talk to people Rawhide is so much better…

Let’s see, there was a guy from Hoboken (NJ) who’d lived in Hoboken his whole life. Then there was “Juan from Weehauken” (NJ) who was really aggressive about wanting to get fucked (not my type though). Surprisingly he didn’t have much luck and was still coming onto people hours later. Both of the guys from NJ tried to convince me that they lived closer to the bar than I did.

Most of the night was spent talking to Bob – a guy who was playing pool and beating absolutely everyone. He was a bit of a pool shark. It was fascinating watching him. He’d literally miss shots to prolong the game and make people think the game was competitive. When I asked him about himself he was sorta evasive – made it sound like he had homes all over the place and just went around playing tennis and stuff. Curious guy.

All in all I had 4 Wild Turkeys and a Stella at Rawhide. All the drinks there and at Gym were pretty big. Since that study I’m doing has me tracking how much I drink I actually updated a note on my cell phone every time I got a new drink. It’s the only way I actually remember how much I drank – came out to 9.5 “standard drinks” (where a shot, a glass of wine or a bottle of beer is one standard drink).

Needless to say I was seriously drunk and it was a really good thing I didn’t drive. I had been eating all night trying to absorb the alcohol. Even left Rawhide at one point to get one of those horribly dry muffins they sell at the bake shop on 23rd & 8th, and I got a sandwich on the way to the subway. Even with all that the subway ride home was sorta miserable. I was tired, but had to keep my eyes open otherwise I’d get motion sickness.

So I get home and my bf is coming out of the building walking the dogs. And I walk the dogs with him. He had sent me a couple text messages during the day. He finally decided to read the blog thinking I was giving people intimacy and withholding it from him (he’d never read it before). The fact of the matter is we’re pretty intimate already (though not all that sexual), and the guys I fuck are often just holes to me.

When I got to the apartment I just collapsed and went to bed. When I woke amazingly I was still drunk. Not hung over… drunk.

My bf and I talked a bit. He’s cooled off, but said he was disturbed by what he read here on the blog (I didn’t ask details). Honestly, I don’t know where things stand exactly or what comes next… I’ll deal with that when I sober up…  😉

Well, here’s honesty for you… Turns out my cockring mishap was sorta for the best… Later that evening I noticed what looked like a little “discharge”, but it wasn’t the normal yellow thick stuff that would indicate I had gonorrhea. I almost wondered if it was piss or precum or something… My dick had been a little “itchy”, but that happens when my PA gets irritated, but itchiness plus something else I pay attention to (which is why I was looking to see if there was discharge in the first place). So I made an appointment to go in and see the folks at Callen-Lorde. Then on top of that it burned when I pissed first thing yesterday, so I knew I had something… Bottom line I saw the doctor there yesterday and she thinks I probably had chlamydia. Oh well, it happens when you like fucking cumhole bottoms… [And yes, I did send e-mails to all the guys I had hooked up with in the period specified by the doctor…]

So yesterday my bf and I had had a small argument over the phone. It was over something that cost less than $10 (plus some effort in doing something), so really wasn’t major but neither one of us handled the situation the way we should have. I had forgotten about it by the time he got home, but he hadn’t and he was in this pissy mood. I gave him the better part of an hour to chillout and when he didn’t I figured I’d go out and have a drink and give him more space to cool off.

So the question was where to go… I just wanted some dark bar where I could “be alone in a crowd”, so to speak. I hadn’t been there in years, but Rawhide seemed like it would fit the bill. Rawhide has been around for 30 years now and feels like an old bar (in a good way)… If nothing else I knew there would be go-go dancers I could watch. Rawhide turned out to be a surprisingly good choice…

I wasn’t expecting to talk to anyone. The other day (after the hookup with “the hole” and the research study), I had gone to Gym Bar and, other than some quick remarks about how badly this cute tattooed Latin guy and his female friend where playing pool (it took them 4 tries to hit the balls on the break, and went downhill from there), no one really seemed to want to talk to me. And I was looking really cute that day too – I didn’t get it. But at Rawhide it was completely different…

The first guy to approach me was this handsome older guy (probably 60ish). He said he managed a mostly wholesale business in Brooklyn. He was pretty intense and sorta all over me (with little bit of touching), but while the conversation was nice, there came a time when I wasn’t into it anymore. I went and got a beer and didn’t go back to talk to him.

They had two go-go dancers at the bar – one was a guy who looked like a big, muscular Israeli, the other was a black guy with a huge dick who must have taken Viagra^® or something, ’cause it never went soft – the whole night. When the Israeli got done dancing he spent like 20+ minutes talking to an older guy. It was really clear the Israeli guy was looking for “work” when he got done go-go dancing. Then there was this other beautifully built guy who was fully clothed but always talking to older guys… Him I tagged for an escort as well. It was weird seeing so much escort work going on at a “neighborhood bar”. At the same time it was discrete – I talked to two “regulars” (below) who had no idea there was escorting going on. They were looking right at it and not understanding what they were seeing. I guess it helps having been an escort to understand what was going on…

One of the weirder parts was there was this guy who brought a female co-worker into the place and they stayed for a long time. She wasn’t the type you’d expect to hang out at Rawhide (at least not for very long)… Very weird, but the guy who she was with was pretty cute (and really short too!)

There were two guys playing pool most of the night – a cute little one and another one who looked a tad “alternative” (all black clothes, shaved head, goatee)… We chatted for a while and when the cute little guy heard my theory on the escorting going on he went right up to the Israeli guy and after some serious flirting and a $5 tip, asked him what his price would be for a night… Turns out the guy charges $600…

As the night wore on it was really clear the ‘alternative’ guy was into me. In fact, it got to a point where he was sort of all over me, we were kissing, feeling each other up, etc. He saw my wedding ring early on, and made it clear he knew there were limits. When I said I wasn’t looking to hookup, he said he expected as much… Still, I was drunk (4 pints of Stella by that point) and we started making out a bit. He was hard and kept having me grab his ass… I guess it could have been fun, but I don’t “function” that well when I’m drunk and the whole probable chlamydia thing meant it was a no-go even if I had wanted to try…

While we were sorta all over each other there for a while, we didn’t make nearly as much of a scene as the gaggle of bears that were there. Two of them had their shirts either off or pulled over their head showing off their big bellies. And I mean big bellies – these guys were probably 300 lbs or more… And the pants on one of them kept riding low – so there was bear crack to be seen as well. I found it amusing but the cute little guy was a little put off by it.

So all in all it was a really fun night. I haven’t had that much fun at a bar in a long time. Guess I should do it more often…

So since I had my leather and was on a bit of an IML high, I figured I’d try out “Code Night” at the NYC Eagle. So I pulled on my chaps (over jeans) and my new Wescos and my bar vest and went out with my boyfriend (who was was in leather pants, a black T, and combat boots).

I hadn’t really researched it and we managed to get there 15 minutes before it opened @ 10pm, so when it did open we were some of the first people there.

Now the big surprise was that “code night” didn’t really have a dress code. Well, it sorta had one in that there was one part of the bar you weren’t allowed in unless you were dressed right. But that’s just sorta lame. At one point these guys walked into the “restricted” area – one of them was wearing flop flops and a white t-shirt. The fact that he was even allowed in the front door is just wrong… I mean he was cute, but flip flops and a white t-shirt?

The evening made me miss the LURE. Wednesday nights at the LURE were wonderful – there was this great mix of traditional leathermen and East Village punks. Then Friday and Saturday at the LURE you couldn’t get in the front door unless you were dressed appropriately. No tennis shoes (forget flip flops!), no “tendy” anything… And it was really busy.. That was a leather bar. The Eagle isn’t. It’s just sad…

There were a few leathermen around and some guys who were pulling off fetish pretty well. Like the guy in a nothing but a jock strap and high-tops.

The sexual tension was a bit mediocre. There was a guy who was showing ass in the bathroom. And when we went up the back stairs we interrupted two guys who were fucking on the deck near the stairwell – and that was about it. A few guys making out, but that hardly counts. It was nothing like the sexual activity at the Chicago Eagle during IML.

Since I was mostly hanging out with my boyfriend, I only talked to one guy (a hot Italian from Long Island) who got a little weirded out by the fact that I had a boyfriend…

It was a quiet night all in all… I’ll go again sometime – the nice part was that it was that the crowd was manageable enough that I could have talked to guys if I had wanted to…

Still, the leather scene in NY is dead. That part’s really sad…

If you’re in NY and you go out to clubs at all, you should know Daniel Nardicio. I don’t go out much at all to clubs and I know Daniel Nardicio (it helps that one of my friends owns one of the bars/clubs where he has hosted parties, but…)

If you remember a few years back NYC had a huge blackout. Apparently there was some huge candle-lit party that night that was a bit “frisky”. My bf and I went to the one year anniversary party of the blackout and let’s just say there were parts of the club where the candles were quickly blown out . Oh yeah, I forgot to mention it was an underwear party… So what do guys do when they’re drunk/high, in their underwear, in the dark? That’s right – dance/grind, suck dick, and fuck bareback… It was a great night. Back then my bf was trying to bottom for me, and so I was fucking him surrounded by a bunch of other people… It was pretty hot…

Anyway, I digress, but it is connected. Daniel used to have a web site (danielnardicio.com) which had pics from his events (including the blackout underwear party we went to). I’d go, look at the new pics and wish I were 19 and still doing the clubs… But recently the web site’s been down – don’t really know the background of why it’s down, but it is…

So I googled him and found his page on dlist.com which you’ve got to check out. His latest antic is to put a bunch of drag queens, go-go boys, porn stars, and other assorted club kids on a school bus and drive them around the US. It’s pretty funny when they stop at rest areas and one of the drag queens (a transsexual) goes missing ’cause she’s giving blow jobs to the truckers…

All in all, I love Daniel Nardicio’s energy. I’ll never be like him or even in his crowd, but people like that make the world go ’round and without them things would be boring. When the gay community was first coming out of the closet in the 60’s and 70’s people like Daniel were the first to come out, and it was a wonderfully colorful period in our history (not that I participated in it other than being inside the church gay people picketed).

People like Daniel are important because they push the boundaries of what’s acceptable. Even though all the “average”, “boring” people are coming out of the gay woodwork and establishing middle-American lives (and god bless them for it), we really don’t have acceptance unless people like those in Daniel Nardicio’s school bus are accepted too.

And for god’s sake – he’s funny and puts a smile on your face… So spend an hour and look at the videos from his road trip – you’ll be glad you did…

So I went to the Eagle with my bf and the friend of a friend last night. I love leather bars. Everyone’s attractive to someone and there’s no telling who’s going to be into you.

I had heard online that there’s some sex going on there, and for a while I didn’t see much activity. Then I went to the bathroom and found it… The guys at the urinals weren’t really there to piss and this lean, light-skinned black guy had his pants down and a couple of us were feeling it up (quite nice – muscular, perky with a bit of fuzz on it).

Then the security guard came in and started telling everyone who wasn’t there to piss to leave. Since I was there to piss, I stayed and waited for a urinal.

This other guy seemed interested in playing, so I went over to one of the stalls (didn’t have a door), and was feeling up his ass and hole (pretty nice). When I started aiming my dick at his hole he didn’t really seem into it. He had a nice big dick and seemed to want someone to pay attention to it, not get fucked.

The lean light-skinned black guy came over pushed his pant down exposing his but and backed up to me. I felt his hole and it seemed like it was lubed, so I just pushed in. I had only fucked for a few strokes when the security guard came back. Not wanting to get kicked out of the bar (since my bf and friend were there), I complied and stuffed my hard dick into my pants, zipped up and left.

A while later, since I still hadn’t pissed, I went back to the bathroom and didn’t see much going on, though our friend said he saw people hooking up in the bathroom when he went.

Later we were on the roof deck and I noticed this latin guy who kept looking at me. He was definitely cute, and my bf thought so as well. He walked away and kept looking at me. When I saw him motion for me to follow him I mentioned it to my bf and he said I should go, so I did… We talked, went downstairs and made out a bit… He’s fucking adorable and totally my type. I just wanted to fuck him and seed him right there. He wanted me to leave with him (said he’d “give me everything”), and I wished I could, but it just wasn’t a good idea given my bf (who didn’t have any cash, keys or ID on him), and our friend (who was hoping for some action with me).

So I exchanged numbers with the guy… Hopefully I’ll get my cum in his hole soon. I’m wondering how raunchy he is. I was wearing something last night that was clearly visible and made me look slightly severe. So I’m guessing while he’s pretty assertive he actually likes being dominated and giving tops whatever they want.

Work has been intense lately – mostly in a good way – which means I haven’t had as much free time on my hands. When I do have free time I just want to flop and take it easy. Yeah, it’d be nice to have some bottom being attentive to me, getting me going and then taking my load. But it’s just too much work to find someone. I’ve even blown off a few of you who read this blog who’ve been in town… Sorry about that.

The closest thing I’ve had to sex for weeks and weeks was a little (really quick) suck action with an old friend of my bf. Guy had a nice cock on him, but the word is he’s mostly top and doesn’t fuck raw… Too bad. Still, I sorta wish I could find a bottom to spend the weekend at his place in the country getting fucked raw by me and my bf and however my bf’s friend wants to fuck. (The bottom could always dump the load from the condom up his ass… Just ’cause it’s ‘safe’ for the top doesn’t mean the bottom can’t get the load in his ass…)

So tonight we’re going out to a movie and then to the Eagle with the friend of a friend I’ve mentioned before. Maybe something will happen – who knows…