There are fun bars like Phoenix and Eastern Bloc where the New Gays hang out, but sometimes it’s not worth having to fight through 20minutes of overcrowdedness to get to the damn bar.

So I end up going to the hipster bars like Fat Baby and Annex, and feel comfortable in my East Village chic but amongst mostly straight but accepting hipsters. And when I do find a fellow gayboy there, it’s like finding family. Comforting but still a bummer that we don’t have a place of our own… where everyone is gay AND likes all the stuff we like.

So, call it elitism or hipster pretentiousness, but I feel the same way.

And that’s why I became a DJ… so I can play “Paper Planes” and “Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me” and “Men’s Needs (CSS remix)” to boys who like boys and good music too.

Maybe that’s what you guys need… to take over. Start your OWN night and get your New Gays together. And you can all hang out with your arms crossed in TNG bliss. ;-)

I write for this blog, and I liked Town well enough. There is a limit to its appeal for me, but I’ve had fun there because I knew what to expect from it.

I feel bad for poor Jonathan, who is getting beat up a little on this one. (Introduce yourself at the party, I’ll buy ya a drink). I felt this post was a fairly sensitive depiction of someone who wants to find others who share his goals, whether they be a different kind of music, an environment where he can find conversation and friendly people, or social acceptance instead of feeling invisible, isolated, or in competition with others.
I can understand the frustration with venues like Town, because I felt that way once. I think most of us have, at one time or another. My only advice is to accept Town in its context and try not to get frustrated because it doesn’t provide you with what you want from it.

owned!

My whole problem with the original post is that sense of “better”-ness: tacit elitism that says my schtick is better than your schtick.

I am flattered for the invite, but I (a) don’t live in DC anymore and (b) don’t drink during the week anymore.

Love, David

so, i don’t think i’m better than anyone who listens to mariah carey or who wears a leather harness at the pride parade. i am better than people who say “y’all,” though. just because i’m an east coast snob.

In other words, you seem to strive to be more bored with the scene than anyone else. Instead of working so hard to be miserable, work harder to find (or make) your own niche, instead of being a Debbie Downer at Town. There you go…start your own venue in the basement unit and call it Debbie Downer’s.

Here’s a tip: if you don’t like Town, stop going. You’ll actually end up saving a lot of money!

i tried finding “new gays” at the concert venues and house shows i frequented. the thing is my gaydar does not work on the indie kids. and when “metrosexual” came around it was over.

so i turned to the internet and it was hit or miss.

after a while i stopped caring about whether or not i only was finding stereotypical men. i just cared about finding people that — hey! had great personalities even though they have a great love of cher.

you want to know why you cant find new gays at the stereotypical bars and clubs? because at some point we decided we were too cool for that. we decided we were better than.

i went to town for the first time last friday. like i said ive never been to many gay bars/clubs. ive been to jrs once and ive been to the green lantern for one of their now-gone alternaqueer dance nights. ive also been to g loung in new york once. thats it. thats all ive ever been to. and you know what? i actually had FUN at town. because i just DANCED and didnt give a shit. i didnt think i was too cool to be there and i didnt care about WHO was there. i just concentrated on myself and having fun.

i love having this blog and having a different perspective of what gay people like and do. but sometimes i wonder if we do sound like we are bashing our own culture.

as for the east coast snobbery? yeah. i’m an east coast snob. so what? but that has nothing to do with the fact that y’all is not a word.

Huh?