the new black is ... black
"How was Black Party?"
When people ask that question, they're expecting a response to curl their cuticles. I'd love to be able to shoot back some witty answer like
It was OUTRAGEOUS — We saw a six-man bareback gang-bang on a BED OF NAILS
or
We were loving it until the midget felching tournament turned ugly.
The truth is I have no such crrrazy report to offer. Yes, the party was plenty hedonistic, and I did see some wild shit. But overall, the Black Party for me was just another party. Well, with more creative uses of cowhide.
The bf and I decided to play it cool and go with basic circuit attire. He wore a zip-up sleeveless number, while I scrounged a faux-trucker tank top with faded eagle iron-on from the clearance bin at Filene's. Redneck chic is so 2002, but I thought it would work in this crowd.
We briefly visited our friendly neighborhood fetish shop, which was teeming with Black Party traffic. (We even saw her there, which made the bf giggle and make piggy noises.) But we decided pretty quickly that the ball-gag look is not our speed, so we bought small Zorro-esque masks instead.
We made it to the Roseland Ballroom a little before 2 and, to be honest, I was a little disappointed in the costumery. Obviously, there were lots of Beefy Daddies in full Tom of Finland mode, and definitely a few assorted other freaks in the house. But the vibe was less Radical Faerie and more faux fetish; that is, I felt like many of these dudes had just rented their harnesses for the night.
For weeks now I've been hearing stories about Black Party's rep for being out of control. And yes, we did wander into the dimly lit back room at one point, but the oppressive heat and the hay (!) on the floor made the vibe less sexy for me and more like a county fair gone horribly wrong.
I was more surprised by the go-go dancers at full attention who were stationed in the very busy upstairs hallway. They didn't seem to mind when the flow of traffic got blocked temporarily by a partier paying them lip service. I haven't seen such blatant blow jobs since Mardi Gras — back in New Orleans’ pre-neutered days.
Equally impressive were the sheer number of people in attendance. The dance floor was absolutely mad.
Black Party's organizers liken the event to a pagan celebration of the Vernal Equinox, signaling the coming of spring. Halloween holds the opposite place on the calendar, a Druidic observance of the arrival of autumn. I guess there's a certain symmetry there, with the costumery and the craziness. Or maybe the gays will take any excuse to give head in public.
Sadly, the bf and I ran out of steam long before dawn, and we left just as Victor Calderone came on deck. From what we heard, he was on.
"So how was Black Party?" EMC asked me today, probably the 20th person to pose that question in as many hours. He referred to it as a circuit party, which I’m not sure is really accurate, even though it did have a circuit DJ headlining. I'd venture that only about a quarter of the crowd was truly X-perienced circuit veterans, and the honest-to-gosh fetish men are a different animal altogether. I'd wager that most of the guys at Black Party didn't really belong to either camp. There seemed to me to be more average-looking, non-muscle heads, not really leather lads either, but middle-of-the road guys who were just playing dress-up and getting their freak on.
For me, I’m glad I went, even though the party ultimately didn’t feel all that different from some other large-scale homo gatherings I’ve attended.
Oh, and we never got around to putting on our Zorro masks. Maybe I’ll save mine and pull it out when Halloween rolls around.
When people ask that question, they're expecting a response to curl their cuticles. I'd love to be able to shoot back some witty answer like
It was OUTRAGEOUS — We saw a six-man bareback gang-bang on a BED OF NAILS
or
We were loving it until the midget felching tournament turned ugly.
The truth is I have no such crrrazy report to offer. Yes, the party was plenty hedonistic, and I did see some wild shit. But overall, the Black Party for me was just another party. Well, with more creative uses of cowhide.
The bf and I decided to play it cool and go with basic circuit attire. He wore a zip-up sleeveless number, while I scrounged a faux-trucker tank top with faded eagle iron-on from the clearance bin at Filene's. Redneck chic is so 2002, but I thought it would work in this crowd.
We briefly visited our friendly neighborhood fetish shop, which was teeming with Black Party traffic. (We even saw her there, which made the bf giggle and make piggy noises.) But we decided pretty quickly that the ball-gag look is not our speed, so we bought small Zorro-esque masks instead.
We made it to the Roseland Ballroom a little before 2 and, to be honest, I was a little disappointed in the costumery. Obviously, there were lots of Beefy Daddies in full Tom of Finland mode, and definitely a few assorted other freaks in the house. But the vibe was less Radical Faerie and more faux fetish; that is, I felt like many of these dudes had just rented their harnesses for the night.
For weeks now I've been hearing stories about Black Party's rep for being out of control. And yes, we did wander into the dimly lit back room at one point, but the oppressive heat and the hay (!) on the floor made the vibe less sexy for me and more like a county fair gone horribly wrong.
I was more surprised by the go-go dancers at full attention who were stationed in the very busy upstairs hallway. They didn't seem to mind when the flow of traffic got blocked temporarily by a partier paying them lip service. I haven't seen such blatant blow jobs since Mardi Gras — back in New Orleans’ pre-neutered days.
Equally impressive were the sheer number of people in attendance. The dance floor was absolutely mad.
Black Party's organizers liken the event to a pagan celebration of the Vernal Equinox, signaling the coming of spring. Halloween holds the opposite place on the calendar, a Druidic observance of the arrival of autumn. I guess there's a certain symmetry there, with the costumery and the craziness. Or maybe the gays will take any excuse to give head in public.
Sadly, the bf and I ran out of steam long before dawn, and we left just as Victor Calderone came on deck. From what we heard, he was on.
"So how was Black Party?" EMC asked me today, probably the 20th person to pose that question in as many hours. He referred to it as a circuit party, which I’m not sure is really accurate, even though it did have a circuit DJ headlining. I'd venture that only about a quarter of the crowd was truly X-perienced circuit veterans, and the honest-to-gosh fetish men are a different animal altogether. I'd wager that most of the guys at Black Party didn't really belong to either camp. There seemed to me to be more average-looking, non-muscle heads, not really leather lads either, but middle-of-the road guys who were just playing dress-up and getting their freak on.
For me, I’m glad I went, even though the party ultimately didn’t feel all that different from some other large-scale homo gatherings I’ve attended.
Oh, and we never got around to putting on our Zorro masks. Maybe I’ll save mine and pull it out when Halloween rolls around.
4 Comments:
zorro masks? did you have fun hats too? :)
Why wait? Maybe you should wear them to the next boysroom night or, hell, shake things up at G or some tame fag place.
Yea, Black is the new Black. I'm glad everything was hot and sexy.
Let the men be men. See you there next year.
Hey, I have enjoyed...your blog is informative - even entertaining.
I have a halloween sites. They pretty much covers costumes and masks related stuff.
Thanks again and I'll be sure to bookmark you.
Post a Comment
<< Home