Kiss Roseland Goodbye

The leather and the poppers

Let's go fuck in the backroom...

Oh, the things I do for love... we said goodbye to Roseland Ballroom this weekend after hosting the 35th annual Black Party, Rites XXXV at this historic venue. My first time performing at Black Party was at last year's Rites XXXIV which is when I met some of the most amazing performers and people I now call friends, so even though this was sadly our last year performing together under the space that started it all we celebrated our anniversary with a bang!

Let's go back a little and discuss the road to this year's Black Party by looking back at Friday morning leading up to the 2014 "Hookies" International Escort Awards at BPM in New York City!

7 Days with Eli: Mondaze

This is what happens every time Rafael and I run into each other on our block.

My days don't really begin until I get off work at 6PM and actually become a real person, but by that point I'm so tired that all I want to do is go to the gym, wank one out, and go to bed. I don't really like to go out and party like other twenty-somethings in New York City who get plastered at a club and dance shirtless with a horde of sweaty bodies, find their soul mate from across the crowded room, and make out until they wake up next to each other the next morning not knowing the other's name. I may be generalizing a population of my... I guess we can call them "peers," but what I'm trying to say is that I'm more of a homebody who prefers lively piano and dive bars to the thumpa thumpa of a megaclub when going out for a night with the boys.

The Best Friend

I'm a good, little Nasty Pig :@] OINK!

The Best Friend I met online thanks to Adam4Adam. His muscles, gorgeous hair, and cute Southern charm had me swooning but, like all Internet encounters, I was worried that he couldn't walk the walk. The boyfriend and I were going through a rough patch but I didn't want to throw that to the wind and my legs up in the air for a new guy, so I closed my legs and waited out the storm... until we broke up, and I started slutting around like a good piggy bottom. Then one day at Flaming Saddles I looked across the bar and there he stood.