moma vs. homo

So Saturday was just crazy. My bf and I started our day at MoMA, finally getting around to checking out the new Yoshio Taniguchi building that everyone's going nuts over, and ended our day in a very different setting, the sleazy Eastside queer bar called Boysroom.
Here's a look at what those two venues have in common.
1. High cover charges. It's $20 to get into MoMA, and $10 for Boysroom. Both were fun, but not worth the admission costs.
2. Too many f-ing people. At one point at the bar I was trying to claw my way to the bathroom (the, um, boys room, I guess) and the throngs of pushy faggots refused to budge. It felt like Oz in New Orleans, which is a lot more fun when you can't feel your feet. MoMA's crowds were less pushy, but they also weren't half as high.
3. Long ass lines. Especially at the coat check. Sheesh.
4. Shock value. I found Boysroom refreshing for its very in-your-face attitude and refusal to conform to any squeaky clean Chelsea standards. I suppose that, in their day, some of the artists whose work now hangs in MoMA might have appreciated that underground vibe, even if their creations have now been appropriated by the mainstream.
5. Young, cute German boys. Maybe it was all in my head, but a few hot Huns were spotted at both places.
The similarities end there.
One thing MoMA definitely lacked was the cheeky (butt cheeky, that is), pornographic narration of Cazwell, who hosts Boysroom's Go-Go Idol contest every Saturday. Come to think of it, he's sort of like a work of modern art himself. I don't quite get it, but I'm glad to know it's out there.