A little after-hours club on Eldridge St where you'd buy coke and do it on the tables.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756361)

A group of fags and sluts forming the "Dazzle Dancers" troupe in Thompkins Square Park during some festival. Dancing around balls and vags out, throwing glitter on each other.

I later ran into one of the Dazzle Dancers at some club on Ave C. She took me to the gay bar "The Cock" on Avenue A and I fucked her with a Budweiser bottle on the dance floor, while Murray Hill, a drag king famous around then, looked on and narrated.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756379)

Joe Strummer would hang out at Niagara on Ave A and the Black Crows would hang out at Three of Cups on First or Second Avenue. One time Joe Strummer paid some homeless guys to try to steal a scarf from the Black Crows singer dude and bring it back to the Niagara.

The Homeless dude never returned.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756393)

A friend worked there and described all the shit he would find around the floors and in the bathroom. His most extreme story involved having to unclog a toilet and finding a pigeon stuck in the pipes, still alive.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756411)

I briefly taught at St. George Academy, the Ukrainian school across the street from McSorleys. A girl in my class used to sit in the back of the class and finger herself while I taught.

One night I found her in that bar and fucked her asshole.

The Ukie kids all hated the Polish kids and the Polish kids from Greenpoint were taking over.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756424)

One time an old guy tried to start a fight with us over the pool table which he claimed we were “hogging” (we had been playing for all of 7 mins) and this obese kid in our crew mooned him with his hairy as fuck ass. guy backed down and we felt alpha as fuck.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#41073132)

But at night there prostitutes would fuck dozens of johns in between those bumps. The whores would wash up at the Fat Black Pussycat right around the corner in the village... the same place Bob Dylan wrote "Blowin in the Wind" on a napkin, so he says.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756441)

I tried to flirt with her and got nowhere. I did end up buying drugs off of Corey Feldman in a Limelight bathroom that same night.

I always wish I would have tried harder with Chloe.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756465)

kick ass stories though.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756489)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756520)

At an afterparty after there show in that club some real rap dudes were hanging around... I forgot their name, Black Moon or some shit like that. Harlem dudes, I believe. At one point they had all three female rappers naked in the party and were fucking them with actual microphones.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756481)

A is All right

B is Bad

C youre crazy

D youre dead

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756569)

The bar hosted a party for a porn website. This was still kind of in the early days of internet porn. It was like sororityhouse.com or something, where there were webcams broadcasting views of girls walking around in underwear. Model girls from the website were there, trying to dance sexy, etc.

A big black dude with dreads hijacked Sharon Stone's leg scooter, took out his dick, and was wheeling it around the bar between his legs.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756737)

For about a month Ironweed would be seen squatting in his usual spot, drinking wine, wearing various little hot pink hats with giant feathers, etc.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756759)

One time she saw snipers on the rooftop across from their place but no shots were fired.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#41073173)

There was a secretary/cashier chick who worked there, Puerto Rican girl from the neighborhood. I started to hook up with her once, in the store. The room was filled with horror movies on TV screens and death metal and curios like "fetus in a jar" or "amputated dick" etc. This girl and I were starting to fuck in the backroom when Paul Booth caught us. He was super pissed at his secretary and as punishment, ordered her to lick my armpits while he stood there watching.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756782)

"A cover charge?" my drunk friend spat out. "How much? And don't tell me in pesos."

The bouncer punched him and we had to leave. No spanish girls.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#24664003)

We crashed JFK Jr's funeral at Old St. Pat's. We saw the Strokes at Mercury Lounge, were unimpressed. Saw Norah Jones at the Living Room, were unimpressed. Used to do a thing where we drank at every bar along St. Mark's place. We'd buy "liquid incense" at bodegas on West 4th street, which was really this glue you'd sniff. It was a fun time brothers.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756824)

The club Tunnel was still full of white club and drug kids, not really black hip hoppers yet. But there was one hip hop night and my friends and me wanted to hook up with black girls (for the first time) so we went. I ended up drinking with some black girl from Brooklyn (who told me incidentally that Ol Dirty Bastard had once come on to her. His pick up line: "when am i gone put a baby in you"), and I was hopeful.

Then some dude started going around the club with a razor blade, slicing girls in the ass. It must have been a really fine and sharp blade because many girls didnt realize they were cut for awhile. "My" girl got cut and I got none.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756865)

You ever see Sasha and Digweed at Twilo?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756923)

Do you still live in NYC?

Any good mars bar stories?

How do you fell about faggot millennialis and their smoke free bars with $16 drinks?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756907)

I left NY about ten years ago. I don't really hate it now, but it's the requisite thing to do -- compare NY in your youth to the NY of today. As I wrote above, all the 80s fags railed against Giuliani's NY, telling us we missed all the fun.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22756917)

Here's a pre-cell phone story. Somewhere in midtown, near St. Pat's Cathedral there is the Women's National Republican Club. For Super Tuesday 2000 we decided to try to crash it, figuring there would be free drinks as the results came in. We dressed up in ill-fitting suits and made plans to sneak in.

I made it in first, but couldnt communicate with my friends who were still outside, with no cell phones. I befriended some old lady -- really old, like in her 80s. She told me she was widowed a bunch of times, once to the guy who "invented" Jeopardy when it was a radio program. She lived on Park and 61st and had a waterfront house in the Hamptons. She "engaged" me to go on various dates with her. Nothing sexual, just eat dinner with her at the 4 Seasons, Rainbow Room, etc. It was amazing. I was hoping she would put me in her will.

Our thing petered out, though. I do remember some old guy telling Republican jokes at the party, about Fidel Castro, etc.

That was my career as a "gigolo". So I've brought my thread full circle to gigolos.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22757039)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22780251)

bc I think this is shtick but the kind of shtick I would read more of

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22780654)

Another: my upstairs neighbor was a decent looking girl, a lawyer. She was probably 6 feet, though, maybe 6'1". Apparently at a club, Patrick Ewing spotted her and sent someone from his entourage to bring her into VIP. This was the strike-shortened NBA season -- 1998? Ewing was president of the players union and also publicly getting divorced over an affair with a "Knicks City Dancer".

He would regularly come over to bang my neighbor. He'd leave his town car, with driver, still running outside on the curb while he smashed her. She soon redecorated her entire apt with Ewing memorabilia, photos, etc. Once he gave her courtside tickets and she brought me. "Patrick," she said into his voicemail, "I'm here with [...]," trying to get him jealous. It didnt work.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22799389)

Xo did introduce me to the importance of squatting however, and I now squat twice a week. I weigh 175 and do 5x5 squats of 225-245. Wish I could do more. It's done more for me than 20 years of bench pressing and jogging.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#22901053)

I was just a kid then but spent a lot of time in 90s NYC. Wish I was born about 10 years earlier.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#24078995)

NYC 90s photo gallery

I remember when Giuliani first outlawed topless joints, and places like BILLY'S TOPLESS BAR removed their apostrophes and became BILLY STOPLESS BAR (photo inside link)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#24663859)

It was 9/12/01. Everyone had the day off work. While we knew what had just happened was huge, I think there was still some shock. It was like you didnt know how big. And in MFH, most of my friends got their tv signal from the tower on the WTC, so most of us hadnt watched TV. Same with cell phones. You couldnt call anyone for a few days. Things hadnt really sunk in. And the internet was still spotty and young then.

Long story short, we didn't really know what to do. There were some public tennis courts right next to the Brookyln Bridge and a friend and I went to play tennis with our day off. Emergency vehicles would come ripping down the parkway and fighter jets would scream overhead. But we still were kind of not realizing all that had happened. There was a massive stench downtown and as stupid as this sounds, we couldnt figure out what was causing it.

Shit was over for me and my friends after that. The Strokes were hitting the MFH scene huge that fall -- they had a "must attend" concert on Halloween, but the bars were full of younger kids and we had sort of aged out of craziness.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#24663958)

EDIT: 9/11 killed the fun, I think. People got a lot more serious about police control and then the rent went berserk. There were still places for 700/month in 2002.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#24664018)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKerIOG7jdI

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#24664248)

maybe even a rare case of it gaining rather than losing b/c of the former

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2198344&forum_id=2#38294461)