We’re not all the same. And I’m not exactly sure why that is. But here we all are, hanging on the same side of the bar. All of us all gussied up, trying to look pretty, and while our concept … Read more →
She doesn’t keep it a secret. The fact that she likes to fuck. Dressed to the nines and teetering on top of her bar stool while slowly sipping some syrupy concoction out of a martini glass, playfully twirling the cherries … Read more →
See some girl I don’t like at the bar last night, so I turn to my friends and announce it like someone of social relevance has walked in the door. “I don’t like that girl.” Which quickly becomes the all … Read more →
Lounging around on the other side of the bar has afforded me a unique perspective on human interaction, sexuality and the inherent roll of alcohol therein. From my side, it’s easy to forget that many of these asshole are merely … Read more →
Come join me and Najee at his weekly dance party at The Night Light, 311 Broadway. Come check it out!
The thing about beauty, moving gracefully through this realm – when beauty becomes self aware, when it can acknowledge its own attractiveness and the inherent power bestowed upon the pleasing to look at, it becomes rank in this small way. … Read more →