Tubesteak Connection+NY comes to visit 10/05/06
At home I drink a bit of whiskey and try to work out the appropriate attire. Something to impress my High School Best Friend (visiting from NY), and maybe show off my arms. I pick an American Apparel "flesh toned" girls racer back tank, denim vintage vest with broach, and some black jeans, also my crappy vans. Curl eyelashes, 2 times, Shu Uemura culer, some black mascara and eye gloss.
Scoot to SOMA, but it's only 9 o'clock and Rocco's brother lives on some weird little alley between Howard and Mission, or Folsom and Howard, or Howard and God then 8th and 9th I think. Despite the standard nylon jacket I'm shivering through my skin tight jeans.
SKIN TIGHT.
I ring the door bell, and get inside then out. Rocco's boyfriend, Horse, is dark and a little shorter than Rocco with good looks a little more mature than Rocco's boyishness. I like his hair. I like his all black attire. So New York. So understated. So distinctly indistinct.
We walk around the corner to Hole in the Wall.
HISTORY************
The first time I lived in SF (Fall of 2002) I went to the Hole in the Wall during my first week, with some radical slut friends. We drank till blurry and some guy in the bathroom checked out my dick in the mirror above the trough in the bathroom, we made out and I stuck my hand down his pants. He was absolutely hideous, curly bleach blond growing out hair, button down GAY shirt with pit stains. He was rolling, and I was DESPERATE.
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At Hole in the Wall Rocco and Horse marvel at the $3 drinks, I shrug and play it cool.
Agent and JJ show up, totally weird. They are headed to 1984, I make fun of them for it, and they tease me for going to Tubesteak.
Rocco and I catch up till Horse goes to the bathroom, when he comes back he seems jarred a bit. A man had ejaculated into the toilet in the stall while he was peeing, he heard it plop.
Awesome. This is SOMA. This is San Francisco. "What does that mean?" asks Rocco....
SOMA, I say, is historically dirty, its where S+M happens, dirty bars with backrooms.
We reminisce about the Cock in NY when it had a backroom.
A dirty backroom.
Rocco and I pull our drinks down real fast so we can hoof it to the TL to AC's for Tubesteak.
I'd been at AC's just days earlier for BB's night.
Tubesteak is empty when we get there. I take a porn page off the bar for use in art later.
ART GUYS, ART.
The music isn't as awful as I thought it would be. It's disco but not bad disco.
More drinks, thank you Horse.
I realize that disco is really similar to House music.
People start to fill it in, till it's crowded. Really crowded. Then Diabolical shows up.
In High School she was the ultimate goth chick, and I was OBSESSED. She's still special,
when she's around I feel like I might tumble out of my skin, and like I might end up giving head
to some stranger while she calls all our friends to relate the hilarity of the situation.
Everyone goes to smok, cept me and Diabolical, and Horse gives me a 20 and says "buy as much as you can"
so I get everyone a new drink. Diabolical and I relate about the past.
It's a catching up kind of night.
She tells me about her married life now. The house she owns, and her first time at AC's.
She used to come every Saturday for a while.
Diabolical leaves, so Rocco and Horse and Me hit the dance floor.
The disco is fun to dance too. The floor is so crowded that it's less dancing and more bouncing, jumping, and elbowing.
Some guy grabs me from behind. Around my waist and chest. I make a weird face at the New Yorkers and break out of it for a minute but he does it again. I jump back into him and ram him a little bit. He rams back. Come on Guy are you forreal!?
I dont mind being grabbed and groped by anyone, everyone dancing but it's just we are so close they can't possibly seem my outfit/haircut/arms/TIGHT JEANS, so it's kind of like a general groping. It totally takes away from the specialness of being groped.
I like the vibe. The general need to touch someone and bang into them to some vintage disco that sounds vaguely like house. Here are all these fags seemingly delving into and rolling around in the irony of disco, of faggotry, of the faggotry of disco, and in fact it's just a strange impersonation of exactly what is going on in some bar in the Castro. Even as specifcially as The Bar on Castro. But who says it's irony? I'm leaning toward sincerity, unselfconcious sincerity.
Rocco and Horse say irony like this doesn't fly like this in NY anymore, the time has passed. This is San Francisco, This IS the TL. "What does that mean?" asks Rocco. "The TL is historically crackheads and Trannies and hooker..." wait is this even true?
Does every neighborhood in SF have some lineage of Queer dirtiness? Am I making shit up?
I'm drunk.
Rocco and Horsse keep making out. But it's really cute. Not diminutively cute but goodlooking cute without the dirty voyeristic aspect that seems to permeate the rest of the club. They're just so seemingly inlove, and all about being around each other.
I get groped. Awesome.
The bathroom isn't as cruisy as I'd hoped.
We leave but I left my scarf somewhere in there.
Horse goes in and leaves my number, and his too bc "That scarf is too amazing to lose"
I've had it forever. It was linty, really linty.
We walk back to the Hole in the Wall for end of the Night drinks.
On the way we stop by Rocco's bro's house so he can show me pics of him dressed as many different women from some play. He's proud of how good looking he is. It is impressive. But how could he not be goodlooking.
Agent shows up again. Totally wasted. But me too. He just went to King's Diner.
My stomach turns. King's Diner seems like just the dirtiest all night diner. Just too dirty, too small, too bright, too drug deals, too right near burger king and nothing else, too too.
"They oversalt their burgers" he says.
The Ugly Lights come on so we quit it.
Back at Rocco's bro's house when I turn on my scooter Rocco goes, "that is so hot" no really he did, and it filled me with joy.
Horse says that he thought I'd be a drag queen from my myspace profile.
I guess now I'm passing as 'not a drag queen' or maybe 'manly'?
eyegloss, mascara, broach.
I go home
on the scooter.
and drink more beers while the roomies coke it up on a person length mirror.
the only pic from the night. and it's your lovely Host.
Pic by Rocco
Scoot to SOMA, but it's only 9 o'clock and Rocco's brother lives on some weird little alley between Howard and Mission, or Folsom and Howard, or Howard and God then 8th and 9th I think. Despite the standard nylon jacket I'm shivering through my skin tight jeans.
SKIN TIGHT.
I ring the door bell, and get inside then out. Rocco's boyfriend, Horse, is dark and a little shorter than Rocco with good looks a little more mature than Rocco's boyishness. I like his hair. I like his all black attire. So New York. So understated. So distinctly indistinct.
We walk around the corner to Hole in the Wall.
HISTORY************
The first time I lived in SF (Fall of 2002) I went to the Hole in the Wall during my first week, with some radical slut friends. We drank till blurry and some guy in the bathroom checked out my dick in the mirror above the trough in the bathroom, we made out and I stuck my hand down his pants. He was absolutely hideous, curly bleach blond growing out hair, button down GAY shirt with pit stains. He was rolling, and I was DESPERATE.
*********************
At Hole in the Wall Rocco and Horse marvel at the $3 drinks, I shrug and play it cool.
Agent and JJ show up, totally weird. They are headed to 1984, I make fun of them for it, and they tease me for going to Tubesteak.
Rocco and I catch up till Horse goes to the bathroom, when he comes back he seems jarred a bit. A man had ejaculated into the toilet in the stall while he was peeing, he heard it plop.
Awesome. This is SOMA. This is San Francisco. "What does that mean?" asks Rocco....
SOMA, I say, is historically dirty, its where S+M happens, dirty bars with backrooms.
We reminisce about the Cock in NY when it had a backroom.
A dirty backroom.
Rocco and I pull our drinks down real fast so we can hoof it to the TL to AC's for Tubesteak.
I'd been at AC's just days earlier for BB's night.
Tubesteak is empty when we get there. I take a porn page off the bar for use in art later.
ART GUYS, ART.
The music isn't as awful as I thought it would be. It's disco but not bad disco.
More drinks, thank you Horse.
I realize that disco is really similar to House music.
People start to fill it in, till it's crowded. Really crowded. Then Diabolical shows up.
In High School she was the ultimate goth chick, and I was OBSESSED. She's still special,
when she's around I feel like I might tumble out of my skin, and like I might end up giving head
to some stranger while she calls all our friends to relate the hilarity of the situation.
Everyone goes to smok, cept me and Diabolical, and Horse gives me a 20 and says "buy as much as you can"
so I get everyone a new drink. Diabolical and I relate about the past.
It's a catching up kind of night.
She tells me about her married life now. The house she owns, and her first time at AC's.
She used to come every Saturday for a while.
Diabolical leaves, so Rocco and Horse and Me hit the dance floor.
The disco is fun to dance too. The floor is so crowded that it's less dancing and more bouncing, jumping, and elbowing.
Some guy grabs me from behind. Around my waist and chest. I make a weird face at the New Yorkers and break out of it for a minute but he does it again. I jump back into him and ram him a little bit. He rams back. Come on Guy are you forreal!?
I dont mind being grabbed and groped by anyone, everyone dancing but it's just we are so close they can't possibly seem my outfit/haircut/arms/TIGHT JEANS, so it's kind of like a general groping. It totally takes away from the specialness of being groped.
I like the vibe. The general need to touch someone and bang into them to some vintage disco that sounds vaguely like house. Here are all these fags seemingly delving into and rolling around in the irony of disco, of faggotry, of the faggotry of disco, and in fact it's just a strange impersonation of exactly what is going on in some bar in the Castro. Even as specifcially as The Bar on Castro. But who says it's irony? I'm leaning toward sincerity, unselfconcious sincerity.
Rocco and Horse say irony like this doesn't fly like this in NY anymore, the time has passed. This is San Francisco, This IS the TL. "What does that mean?" asks Rocco. "The TL is historically crackheads and Trannies and hooker..." wait is this even true?
Does every neighborhood in SF have some lineage of Queer dirtiness? Am I making shit up?
I'm drunk.
Rocco and Horsse keep making out. But it's really cute. Not diminutively cute but goodlooking cute without the dirty voyeristic aspect that seems to permeate the rest of the club. They're just so seemingly inlove, and all about being around each other.
I get groped. Awesome.
The bathroom isn't as cruisy as I'd hoped.
We leave but I left my scarf somewhere in there.
Horse goes in and leaves my number, and his too bc "That scarf is too amazing to lose"
I've had it forever. It was linty, really linty.
We walk back to the Hole in the Wall for end of the Night drinks.
On the way we stop by Rocco's bro's house so he can show me pics of him dressed as many different women from some play. He's proud of how good looking he is. It is impressive. But how could he not be goodlooking.
Agent shows up again. Totally wasted. But me too. He just went to King's Diner.
My stomach turns. King's Diner seems like just the dirtiest all night diner. Just too dirty, too small, too bright, too drug deals, too right near burger king and nothing else, too too.
"They oversalt their burgers" he says.
The Ugly Lights come on so we quit it.
Back at Rocco's bro's house when I turn on my scooter Rocco goes, "that is so hot" no really he did, and it filled me with joy.
Horse says that he thought I'd be a drag queen from my myspace profile.
I guess now I'm passing as 'not a drag queen' or maybe 'manly'?
eyegloss, mascara, broach.
I go home
on the scooter.
and drink more beers while the roomies coke it up on a person length mirror.
the only pic from the night. and it's your lovely Host.
Pic by Rocco
quote of my day.
"I realize that disco is really similar to House music."
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