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From the Editor<br />
This New Year’s, the city of Miami Beach<br />
provided us with yet another example that shows it is<br />
impossible to legislate morality. In a fit of afterhours-phobia,<br />
they almost passed a ban on dancing<br />
between the hours of 5 and 8 a.m. to combat this<br />
menace to society-at-large. The City Council<br />
meeting was punctuated with such notable events as<br />
the chief of police testifying that he’d been to afterhours<br />
and seen people sucking on lollipops - a clear<br />
sign that they were doing drugs! Many turned up in<br />
favor of the clubs, however, and in the end, the city<br />
voted to strictly enforce the rule of closing the<br />
alcohol bars at 5 a.m. and to close the after-hours at<br />
9 a.m. With discussion about the fact that these<br />
clubs were located right in the middle of the tourist<br />
district rather than in the “meat packing district” like<br />
they are in New York, it was clear that the biggest<br />
concern was the visibility of messy party boys on the<br />
streets at noon.<br />
This meant that at promptly 5 a.m. on New<br />
Year’s morning, the Convention Center closed,<br />
spilling at least 5000 boys into the streets. During<br />
our exit, a line of about 20 police cars paraded down<br />
Convention Center Drive, lights flashing and sirens<br />
wailing. Were they saying, “we’re here, and we know<br />
what you’re up to”<br />
To compensate those who had expected a later<br />
night, Jeffrey Sanker threw a second party at Level,<br />
which couldn’t start until 8 a.m. since Level holds a<br />
liquor license. Club cleanup took longer than<br />
expected with an exhausted staff that had just<br />
thrown a huge New Year’s Eve celebration for their<br />
straight clientele - so the doors didn’t open till almost<br />
9 a.m. The lineup outside lasted past 10. The place<br />
rocked till almost 4:00 in the afternoon. So much for<br />
not having messy boys on the streets in broad<br />
daylight.<br />
The most interesting thing to me is that over<br />
and over I heard people remark that this was a totally<br />
new concept (none of them were from New York) -<br />
the idea of going out to a new party at 8 a.m. No<br />
doubt to accomplish this task, most everyone did<br />
even more substances at this hour. Without the<br />
interference of the City Council, the majority of<br />
these guys would have danced themselves out by 7 or<br />
8 or 9 a.m. at the Convention Center, and then gone<br />
home to bed. Yes, a small contingent would have<br />
been sleepless or driven or tweeked and gone on to<br />
after-hours - but these would have been the same<br />
guys who always go to after-hours. Instead, everyone<br />
made it a point to party on into the afternoon. For<br />
many, a whole new level of decadence was created in<br />
honor of the new Millennium. Worse, when people<br />
doing drugs are dumped onto the streets because a<br />
legislated bar closing time has arrived, they don’t<br />
have a chance to return to earth. How many of them<br />
get in cars and drive in a state when they shouldn’t be<br />
driving<br />
On the positive side, the after-hours was a really<br />
delicious, debauched experience that was reminiscent<br />
of the days when the club Go ruled Miami. It was<br />
depraved enough to satiate my party needs, allowing<br />
me to stay home and relax into the first work week<br />
of the Millennium.<br />
-Steve Kammon<br />
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Table of Contents<br />
Click on any article to view<br />
A Political Party for the New Millennium by Matt Kalkhoff.. 12<br />
A Three-Way on Three-Ways:<br />
Beautiful Strangers by Dane Hall .................................. 18<br />
Re-Intimating by Steve Kammon ............................................ 22<br />
Perils of Freedom by Christopher White ........................ 28<br />
The Ears Have It .................................................................. 32<br />
Renaissance America by Curt Freitag ................................ 38<br />
Is There Hope for Those with CRAP by Cristopher Blake .. 42<br />
Harmony on the Dance Floor by Jeff Brascher .................. 52<br />
Membership in AACP by Dennis Fleming ............................ 54<br />
Fight Clubs & Dance Floors by K. Mechar.......................... 62<br />
Spring Circuit ...................................................................... 72<br />
Just the Music by Thomas L. Stoodley ................................ 94<br />
Circuit Sage by Michael Lennox .......................................... 96<br />
Greetings from the Celebrity Lounge by Kerry Hettinger .. 98<br />
Anal Sex by John R. Ballew ..................................................104<br />
A Private Shadow Dance by Brandon ................................106<br />
Taking a Bullet by J. Chris ..................................................110<br />
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A Political Party for the New Millennium<br />
by Matt Kalkhoff<br />
On April 30, 2000, more than 1 million gay men and women<br />
are expected to descend upon our nation’s capital for the<br />
historic Millennium March on Washington (MMOW). This is<br />
the fourth GLBT March on Washington. The first march, in<br />
1979, attracted 100,000 people. The last march, in 1993, was<br />
famous among the party boys because the<br />
number of people that descended on DC<br />
created some of the most awesome parties<br />
ever seen there. In fact, it was this weekend<br />
that planted the seeds among local<br />
promoters, resulting in a Circuit party. This<br />
year, the volunteer committee that hosts the<br />
now-famous Cherry events has scheduled<br />
the Cherry 5 festivities to coincide with the<br />
weekend of the Millennium March.<br />
There is a great deal of controversy<br />
surrounding this particular march. Several<br />
prominent national organizations, such as<br />
NGLTF, pulled out of the organizing early<br />
on. There were disagreements with the<br />
march organizers (HRC and MCC) and the<br />
march committee. A controversy erupted<br />
about the whole concept of even having a<br />
march. Some outspoken members of the<br />
gay community have questioned the<br />
necessity and ultimate effectiveness of this<br />
tactic. Fundraising and logistical planning<br />
suffered.<br />
But now, the tide has turned. There’s<br />
been a big shake-up in the march<br />
leadership. Some groups that opposed the<br />
march have returned to the fold. There is now<br />
widespread concern that a poor showing at the march<br />
will hurt the whole gay rights movement. “A rising tide<br />
lifts all boats,” as they say, but the opposite is also true.<br />
This weekend presents us party boys with the<br />
opportunity to both enjoy ourselves at a weekend of<br />
feisty festivities and to also support our brothers who are<br />
trying to further our rights. For while we have come<br />
very far in the last three decades, we haven’t actually<br />
accomplished any of the goals set at the very first March<br />
on Washington.<br />
The march is designed to be short and sweet - a<br />
two-block street march, followed by an eleven-block<br />
stroll up the Mall. Most of us will miss the parade,<br />
since it starts too early, but we should make a<br />
commitment to attend the rally on the National Mall at<br />
noon on Sunday, April 30. There, your political<br />
activism can make the most difference - since the U.S.<br />
Capitol will make for the best background for photo<br />
ops of the crowd scene. Check out www.mmow.org for<br />
official MMOW information and<br />
www.millenniummarch.com for an unbiased and<br />
comprehensive look at the march.<br />
Now that we’ve got all the vital political issues ‘n<br />
stuff out of the way, let’s talk about the parties.<br />
Proceeds raised during Cherry 5 will benefit The Cherry<br />
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Fund, a non-profit organization that was established to<br />
provide financial support to various gay and lesbian<br />
causes in the Washington, DC area. This year’s<br />
beneficiaries include the new Washington Gay and<br />
Lesbian Center, the Gay and Lesbian Victory<br />
Foundation (the national organization whose sole<br />
mission is to increase the number of openly gay and<br />
lesbian elected officials), DC CARE Consortium (an<br />
AIDS resource and education consortium), and the<br />
Millennium March on Washington.<br />
Several spectacular events are being planned as<br />
part of the Cherry weekend. The parties kick off with<br />
an appearance by DJ Joe D’Espinosa on Friday night.<br />
The highlight of the weekend is likely to be an<br />
enormous dance extravaganza on Saturday at The Old<br />
Post Office Pavilion. This is the space where the<br />
legendary “Spring to Life” party occurred, in excess of<br />
6,000 people, during the 1993 March. This year,<br />
Circuit legend DJ Warren Gluck will be accompanied<br />
by the illusionary effects of lighting wizard Ross Berger.<br />
Details of Sunday night’s party, as well as additional<br />
information on the beneficiaries and parties, will be<br />
posted at www.cherryfund.com.<br />
In a unique and innovative effort to raise even<br />
more money for their beneficiaries, The Cherry Fund<br />
has also assembled more than 40 of your favorite<br />
online stores to form www.ishopforcharity.com. At<br />
this site, you can shop at stores like J. Crew and<br />
Amazon with a percentage of each sale going directly to<br />
the Cherry 5 beneficiaries.<br />
If the Cherry 5 events haven’t worn you out, you<br />
can try an assortment of other dance parties that are<br />
being planned for this momentous weekend. By the<br />
time you read this, many additional events will surely<br />
have been announced and some details may have<br />
changed. Local promoters Dave Parham of Backbeat<br />
Productions and Mark Lee of Atlas Events (202/331-<br />
4422) are joining forces to bring DJ Buc to town on<br />
Sunday night at Club Zei. Lou Piper<br />
(Two2Fab@aol.com) is working on a late-night Friday<br />
event with DJ St. Peter as well as his infamous<br />
Exclamation party on Sunday night with DJ<br />
Mark Vallese. Local bars and clubs will also<br />
be hosting their own events, including the<br />
likely appearance of super-DJs Danny<br />
Tenaglia and Victor Calderone thrown in for<br />
color.<br />
In keeping with the spirit of music as a<br />
powerful force in our fight for equality, you<br />
are all cordially invited to join Melissa<br />
Etheridge, Ellen DeGeneres, Anne Heche,<br />
and Kristen Johnson at “Equality Rocks,” a<br />
mega concert event that is being produced in<br />
conjunction with the Human Rights<br />
Campaign Foundation. “The rock concert<br />
for the new century, celebrating equal rights<br />
for all” will take place at the 45,000-seat<br />
Robert F. Kennedy Stadium on Saturday,<br />
April 29, 2000 at 6:00 p.m. Many other<br />
performers are expected to join the line-up<br />
including Cher, Elton John, Sheryl Crow,<br />
and Garth Brooks. And what would a major<br />
Circuit weekend be without the requisite<br />
Madonna rumor floating around That’s<br />
right kids, the Big M just might grace us<br />
with her presence for a long-overdue concert<br />
appearance, let’s keep our fingers crossed.<br />
Tickets, which range from $35 in the nosebleeds<br />
to $1,000 for front row seats, can be<br />
ordered online at www.ticketmaster.com or<br />
by phone at (800) 551-SEAT.<br />
As you can see, there will be a multitude<br />
of electrifying events to keep you busy<br />
during Millennium March weekend, so<br />
come join us in our nation’s capital at the<br />
end of April and see for yourself why<br />
Washington isn’t just a stuffy city full of<br />
crooked politicians and tired sex scandals.<br />
For at least one weekend, it will also be a<br />
dynamic spot where you can party your ass<br />
off while fighting for your basic civil rights as<br />
American citizens.<br />
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Beautiful Strangers<br />
by Dane Hall<br />
I stand on the sidelines, watching them as I nurse a cool, but<br />
not cold, bottle of water. Why is the water never cold at these<br />
places The music dances through my head in a hypnotic series<br />
of beats. The lights dazzle my starry eyes. There is magic in the<br />
air as the volcanic sea of flesh before me churns and bubbles<br />
with fiery intensity. But despite a multitude<br />
of visual distractions, my focus never<br />
wavers from them: two sexy examples of<br />
unbridled masculinity.<br />
They are lost in their own private<br />
groove; torsos sliding together, arms<br />
encircling, reaching, feeling, fingertips<br />
charged with electricity. Lips flirt<br />
dangerously close, but never touch. Eyes<br />
bore deep, fueled with the adrenaline of<br />
discovery.<br />
They are a sight to behold and I find<br />
myself caught in the spell they are weaving.<br />
Like two wizards sharing a secret chant,<br />
they turn to me at the exact same moment<br />
and a fever-hot whisper of a smile crosses<br />
both their faces.<br />
One of them, the taller of the two,<br />
beckons me over with a slight jerk of his<br />
head. But I have no desire to join them at<br />
this moment. I smile back with a gentle<br />
shake of my head. The glint in my eye cuts<br />
its way through the festival of lights and<br />
reaches its target, meaning intact. I’m<br />
enjoying the visual, something he didn’t<br />
understand until we’d shared this experience.<br />
With a barely-there grin, so slight that only I<br />
will see and comprehend it, my boyfriend<br />
turns back to his newly-met dance partner<br />
and the alchemy begins again.<br />
If you’re one half of a male couple who<br />
enjoys a good night of dancing together,<br />
then you may have experienced the above<br />
scenario in some form or another. If not,<br />
then prepare yourself, because it will<br />
happen regardless of whether you are ready.<br />
These interludes are just one of many<br />
unique challenges facing two boys in love<br />
on the party scene. The dance floor is a<br />
mystical place that can create nearly instantaneous love<br />
affairs. But what if one of those lyrically-infused<br />
“relationships” flares up between your partner and<br />
some beautiful stranger smack dab in the middle of<br />
your festive night out What if, in a resounding vortex<br />
of music, lights and serotonin-boosters, you find<br />
yourself tripping the light fantastic with a handsome,<br />
strapping man who is not your husband How do you<br />
react What do you do What are the rules of this<br />
impromptu dance And when does the “green light”<br />
flash red<br />
My own personal litmus test for “dance floor love<br />
affairs” took years to fully work itself out. There was a<br />
long period when I would dance with no one but my<br />
boyfriend. Nor he, by my rather strident request, with<br />
anyone but me. Of course, that was in the beginning<br />
of our relationship and my insecurity factor topped the<br />
scale. How could it not I was brand-new to the<br />
scene, and nights out with my boyfriend usually found<br />
us surrounded by example after example of sculptor’s<br />
dream muses. And they all wore such big, inviting<br />
smiles!<br />
The first time I found myself slipping into<br />
someone’s dance groove other than my boyfriend’s, I<br />
was acutely uncomfortable. What would my boyfriend<br />
think What would our friends say What did this<br />
super-sexy stranger expect to happen - want to happen<br />
And most importantly, how in the world would I<br />
conduct myself when my body was tingling and his<br />
deliciously musky sweat was close to intoxicating<br />
Although my boyfriend flashed me a winning<br />
smile that assured me, “Good for you,” my heart raced.<br />
It wasn’t the chemicals. Rather, in the space of a<br />
heartbeat, I’d become a kid again. Nervous! But<br />
damn, this stranger’s well-muscled chest felt great<br />
against mine! And he could move! I began to relax,<br />
have fun... a lot of fun.<br />
But the sultry grind ended a long remix later when<br />
my new dance partner reached behind himself and<br />
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moved the hand I’d initially placed so gingerly on his<br />
back and slid it down beneath the waistband of his<br />
silky sweatpants. Slid it way down. Damn! He had<br />
one great ass to match that chest! But, it was a new<br />
boundary for me. I didn’t know the rules. I quickly<br />
withdrew from my beautiful stranger with a shy smile<br />
and a stupidly meek, “Thanks.”<br />
Yeah, I know.<br />
I know!<br />
“What a fool!”<br />
To those accustomed to the unique rules and<br />
environment of the dance floor, my shy response four<br />
years ago at the age of thirty-one may seem silly, if not<br />
downright uncool. But to me, it was the right one.<br />
My boyfriend and I hadn’t yet talked about what<br />
happens when you’re out dancing, feeling the rhythm<br />
and taking part in the tribal celebration of men<br />
dancing together.<br />
Years later, we’ve developed our rules of what’s<br />
“permissible” and what’s not (though I’m sure some of<br />
our friends might beg to differ) on the dance floor.<br />
Many of these boundaries, quite honestly, have come<br />
by trial and error. And yes, often times the errors<br />
really screw up a night! When the music’s pounding,<br />
the lights are strobing and the men are swinging from<br />
each other like simians through the trees, it’s hard not<br />
to get caught up in the energy. It’s easy to get carried<br />
away by a beast.<br />
To get to this point in our relationship, we had to<br />
honestly acknowledge the tremendous physical<br />
satisfaction that comes from finding yourself sharing<br />
an electrical current with a sexy, groovin’ stranger. It’s<br />
OK that this kind of attention feeds the ego. It<br />
doesn’t mean my boyfriend or I love the other any less.<br />
It took a while for us to trust in our oneness, to be<br />
sure the other would never forget that we are one. My<br />
boyfriend will always be my favorite dance partner.<br />
Hands down.<br />
For us, the rule is to respect one another’s feelings<br />
more than our own desires. If, for whatever reason,<br />
one of us starts feeling nervous when a beautiful<br />
stranger enters the mix, it’s up to the one of us “having<br />
the good time” to politely ask Mr. Handsome for a<br />
rain check and we move on. Not a lot of questions<br />
asked.<br />
It’s just a dance, though it is a dance that can<br />
become a gateway to something more.<br />
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Re-intimating<br />
by Steve Kammon<br />
My boyfriend and I were at a point in our relationship where<br />
we’d already negotiated the bounds of our vows when we<br />
discovered the Circuit. At that time, we agreed that it was OK<br />
to sleep with other boys, if we both liked them. And so the<br />
Circuit presented itself as a candy store. At first, the demands<br />
of the Circuit created many new laws of<br />
conduct. These rules covered everything<br />
from how we decided which boys could<br />
be picked up to hand signals that<br />
confirmed interest or annoyance with a<br />
boy we were evaluating. As time went by,<br />
our security in the relationship increased<br />
and the rules were peeled away one by<br />
one. If the Circuit really were a candy<br />
store, we’d both have spent a lot of money<br />
at the dentist, getting cavities filled.<br />
With two of you working the crowd,<br />
you’ve doubled your chances at getting<br />
laid. But an even bigger advantage to<br />
having a boyfriend on the Circuit is the<br />
moral support that a boyfriend provides.<br />
This comes in especially handy when you<br />
touch a boy on the dance floor in an<br />
inviting fashion, and he turns around and<br />
looks at you like you’re seven-day-old<br />
bread with those little green-white mold<br />
spots beginning to pop out in a random<br />
pattern. This is the perfect time to turn<br />
right back into your boyfriend’s arms and<br />
know that you’re loved.<br />
Tag-team relationships are abundant<br />
on the Circuit. Some of the single boys<br />
here have actually developed a knack for<br />
locating couples on the prowl and prefer<br />
hooking up with couples rather than<br />
single guys. They like the double scoops<br />
of attention they get and the complete<br />
lack of commitment when the sex is over.<br />
I suspect some of these couple-chasers<br />
also get off on the potential for drama to<br />
unfold right in front of their eyes. You<br />
know how some queens just live for<br />
drama.<br />
After years of balancing career and<br />
party, having a long-term relationship and being a<br />
party slut, my relationship ended. I discovered that<br />
it was easy to get laid as a single guy on the Circuit,<br />
if that’s what your focus is. I soon found, though,<br />
that sex was not really my highest priority at a party<br />
any longer. Now that my life lacked the intimacy of<br />
a relationship, it was the only thing I wanted. I<br />
found what I was looking for by dancing with my<br />
friends. I found ways to enhance the love energy.<br />
The Circuit became a place to bond with friends.<br />
And when I got horny enough, I’d get up the drive<br />
to hunt.<br />
As I started meeting new guys and entertaining<br />
the possibility of new relationships, those old days of<br />
being part of a free-wheeling couple came back to<br />
haunt me. No, not because people perceived me as<br />
used equipment or damaged goods. On the Circuit,<br />
it’s taken for granted that the boys you meet have<br />
been around the block a few times. For me, this was<br />
a personal issue - an internal struggle. Once you’ve<br />
opened Pandora’s box, how do you close that door to<br />
start anew<br />
Some new couples, made up of jaded partners,<br />
simply dive back into the melee. They quickly<br />
establish new rules of non-monogamy that fit the<br />
new relationship. Part of me wanted to do the same.<br />
I longed for the days of wild debauchery, which<br />
allowed me both intimacy and also fresh, hot boys.<br />
It didn’t take long to realize that playing with new<br />
boys when you’ve got a new boyfriend is an activity<br />
fraught with danger. The problem with this situation<br />
is that it is easy to make assumptions about how a<br />
new boyfriend will react based on the wide-open<br />
rules of an old relationship. When those<br />
assumptions prove very out-of-touch with reality,<br />
confusion and anger are the usual result.<br />
Certainly, one of the keys to negotiating the<br />
transition to non-monogamy for any couple is simply<br />
talking it through with patience and understanding.<br />
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Being honest about your desires for a solid, yet<br />
open, relationship is crucial to establishing trust.<br />
Perseverance is equally important. You can be sure<br />
that some good arguments will be had while<br />
negotiating these difficult waters. Another factor<br />
that makes the monogamy transition difficult is<br />
that, for most of us, during the dating phase, when<br />
there is no commitment, we make it a point of<br />
having the freedom to sleep with others. I believe<br />
that you’re cheating yourself and your relationship,<br />
if you don’t force the lid back down onto your<br />
libido.<br />
Intimacy isn’t established overnight. If you<br />
want to have a connected relationship, yet have it<br />
iced with extra-marital boyz, then you have to focus<br />
first on the primary relationship. An initial phase of<br />
monogamy in a relationship will greatly help in<br />
defining the boundaries. After trust is established,<br />
many things are possible. Many Circuit boys,<br />
myself included, have a tough time learning the art<br />
of delayed gratification. However, it is actually a<br />
way to enhance pleasure, not diminish it.<br />
One of the beautiful things about gay<br />
relationships is the fact that we are already outside of<br />
society’s established norm. This makes us free to<br />
define our relationships as we will. Because there<br />
are no rules, establishing a set that works for both of<br />
you is an important step in the process of opening a<br />
relationship. We shouldn’t feel that these rules are<br />
stagnant, once established. A healthy relationship<br />
will change and grow. It’s interesting to watch a<br />
strict set of rules about playing around be<br />
slowly ground to dust by years of misuse.<br />
During the course of an open relationship,<br />
it may help to go through phases of being<br />
open and phases of monogamy in order to<br />
deepen the intimacy in the primary<br />
relationship.<br />
For those of you who are working on<br />
a second or third or fourth relationship,<br />
you’ll find that you can never recreate the<br />
innocence of your first marriage. But by<br />
making the commitment to be<br />
monogamous for some period of time, you<br />
may find that you can wear white to your<br />
second, third or fourth wedding. Then<br />
again, you can always cheat by planning<br />
the wedding to coincide with Easter<br />
weekend in Palm Springs.<br />
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Perils of Freedom<br />
by Christopher White<br />
“I just love gay marriages! They’re so sexually liberating!”<br />
And so began the new year with the words uttered by our first<br />
“trick” of the millennium, candidly describing my relationship<br />
with my boyfriend of five years. Threesomes have become a<br />
common affair (pardon the pun) for my partner and me. What<br />
started as a monogamous relationship, has<br />
become, like many gay partnerships, one of<br />
sexual liberation and adventure. But as<br />
with many adventures, there are certain<br />
perils along the path that one must be<br />
careful to avoid.<br />
Looking back, I realize that the<br />
monogamy in our early days was necessary<br />
in order to build the trust that is essential in<br />
any primary relationship. Until one is<br />
certain of their partner’s love for them and<br />
vice versa, any outside interest can prove to<br />
be a threat. Like any physical structure, a<br />
solid foundation is required, and mixing<br />
foreign ingredients into the cement may<br />
weaken the base on which that relationship<br />
is built.<br />
So we were monogamous. Those early<br />
days were for us to explore one another and<br />
determine whether or not this was to<br />
become a long-term commitment. In time,<br />
our relationship thrived and our certainty<br />
increased. A true partnership had<br />
developed and we knew that we belonged<br />
together. We loved one another and our<br />
love grew stronger with each day.<br />
We have always been very comfortable<br />
pointing out attractive men to one another<br />
- from the first day we met. It has never<br />
been an act that registered jealousy in either<br />
of us but, quite frankly, has been an activity<br />
that we have both enjoyed immensely.<br />
Many of our straight friends, and some of<br />
our gay friends, could not understand how<br />
we could be “together” but still be attracted<br />
to other men. We never thought our<br />
behavior odd. We were comfortable and<br />
secure in our relationship and knew there<br />
was never a need to worry. Our eyes have<br />
always wandered, and they probably always will.<br />
The freedom that many gay relationships enjoy is<br />
not usually found in our heterosexual counterparts so it<br />
is not surprising that our friends were shocked by our<br />
conduct. What we found unusually scandalous,<br />
though, were the number of gay couples we knew who<br />
were involved in committed relationships but who also<br />
enjoyed an occasional ménage à trio. I could not<br />
understand how these couples sustained healthy<br />
relationships while playing around so often. “Look, but<br />
don’t touch,” seemed to be a good motto to live by, but<br />
our friends seemed to be even happier “handling the<br />
merchandise” every once in a while.<br />
We became intrigued by this lifestyle and thought<br />
we might try it out. We started out slowly, agreeing<br />
upon one rule in particular. We would only engage in<br />
threesomes - no separate partnerships. Our relationship<br />
at the time was still fairly new and I didn’t think I was<br />
ready for either of us to be involved in something that<br />
seemed even more dangerous. I wanted to proceed with<br />
caution so as not to jeopardize our relationship.<br />
Our jaunting began to increase in frequency and<br />
soon it was becoming natural for us to take in a third<br />
person. It was an activity that was fun for both of us<br />
and seemed to satiate our desires. Because we were so<br />
comfortable and confident in our love for one another,<br />
this behavior was never a threat to our relationship. In<br />
fact, I thought it strengthened it. There was never any<br />
worry about infidelity since we had so much freedom.<br />
We were quite satisfied with this arrangement.<br />
Many of our friends who knew of our activities<br />
wondered to us if we were ever jealous of the other<br />
partner. “Usually in threesomes, one partner tends to<br />
‘couple up’ with the outside person. Doesn’t that ever<br />
happen with you” We never had this problem. We<br />
acknowledged this peril existed but didn’t think it<br />
would happen in any of our adventures. Neither of us<br />
was looking for a new partner. There was no need for<br />
such insecurities when what we had was so balanced.<br />
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As fate would have it, my partner and I met<br />
someone who would challenge this balance. The three<br />
of us were involved in a project that required us to see<br />
each other every day for a few months. There was an<br />
obvious attraction, but it seemed stronger between our<br />
new acquaintance and myself than between him and<br />
my partner. This new friend and I flirted often but<br />
never really pursued anything since a threesome didn’t<br />
seem to be his interest. The attraction between the two<br />
of us grew stronger and stronger. And it wasn’t just a<br />
physical attraction like our other “tricks”. There was<br />
something else there, something deeper. Our<br />
friendship began to grow, as did our physical<br />
attraction, and soon a relationship began to manifest.<br />
I knew this was outside the rules that my partner<br />
and I had established but, to be honest, I was enjoying<br />
the excitement of it all. Falling in love with someone<br />
new is an incredibly powerful experience. It’s easy to<br />
lose sight of everything else around you when you’re<br />
caught up in this thrill.<br />
I didn’t want to do anything to hurt my boyfriend.<br />
So I didn’t really do anything. For awhile.<br />
Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. The sexual<br />
tension was overpowering. I wanted him so badly I<br />
couldn’t think clearly or logically. I was willing to risk<br />
everything. So, one night, as my boyfriend slept in the<br />
next room, it happened.<br />
It was better than I had even imagined. It was hot<br />
and burning and erotic and passionate. We quivered<br />
with each other’s touches. We melded into one. It was<br />
perfect. It felt so right.<br />
Immediately after, I was flooded with guilt. I<br />
wondered what I had done. I knew my boyfriend<br />
would ask if anything had happened. And I knew I’d<br />
have to tell him the truth. Our honesty with each<br />
other was one of the things I treasured most about our<br />
relationship.<br />
The next day as if on cue, my boyfriend asked if<br />
anything had happened after he had gone to bed.<br />
There was silence when I told him the answer. If I had<br />
listened more closely, I’m sure I could have heard the<br />
cracks forming in the foundation on which we had<br />
built our “house”. He was hurt and angry and felt<br />
betrayed. And rightly so. I didn’t know what to say<br />
except that I was sorry. And I was. But deep down<br />
inside, I felt something else - hunger for more.<br />
After some painful discussions about what this<br />
meant to our relationship, I reaffirmed my love for<br />
him, vowing that nothing would come between us.<br />
We came to the conclusion that this was just a natural<br />
evolution in our relationship. He had, in the past,<br />
proposed that we play with others separately but I<br />
hadn’t been “ready”. Now I conveniently agreed to his<br />
“suggestion”. We amended our rules.<br />
In the next few months, my boyfriend<br />
met a number of people that he played<br />
around with. I wasn’t with anyone except<br />
for my newfound lover - not even my<br />
boyfriend. It seemed more like I was “with”<br />
my new interest than I was with my<br />
boyfriend. People who would see the two of<br />
us out in public even started to comment on<br />
our behavior - how we were acting more like<br />
boyfriends than me and my partner were.<br />
I still loved my boyfriend but was torn.<br />
I wanted both relationships but wondered<br />
how “acceptable” that would be. I<br />
questioned the acceptability of any of our<br />
recent behavior and justified my conduct by<br />
stating that gay relationships come in all<br />
shapes and sizes and that this was the one<br />
that was going to work for us.<br />
My primary relationship was suffering.<br />
I wasn’t spending as much time with my<br />
boyfriend - and never intimately. We were<br />
starting to drift apart and I didn’t want that<br />
to happen. Although my new lover excited<br />
me in many ways - physically, emotionally,<br />
even spiritually - I didn’t want to destroy<br />
what I had with my boyfriend. It was too<br />
special. I knew that deep down inside me. I<br />
knew that this new relationship was special<br />
in its own right but wasn’t the long-term<br />
commitment that I had with my boyfriend.<br />
Marriages and affairs are two entirely<br />
different beasts.<br />
The project on which we were all<br />
working ended and my “mistress” moved<br />
back to his home. A few months later, it was<br />
over. Distance had diminished the power of<br />
our passion.<br />
I went running back to my boyfriend<br />
but his arms were no longer held open for<br />
me. I had thought that now that my affair<br />
was over, we could return to normal. But<br />
normal didn’t exist anymore. He seemed<br />
much more independent, as well as a degree<br />
more cynical. Things had changed - I had<br />
changed them - and there was no going<br />
back.<br />
We’re still together and we still love each<br />
other. We still go out and have fun and<br />
laugh together. We even still have<br />
threesomes. Sometimes it feels like<br />
everything is back to normal. But<br />
sometimes, I can feel the wedge that I’ve<br />
driven between us - a wedge that’s still there<br />
and may always be.<br />
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Membership in AACP<br />
by Dennis Fleming<br />
The gay party circuit has seen remarkable growth and<br />
popularity in the past few years. Every year, novice party boys<br />
(and girls) of all ages join the revelry, usually to the delight of<br />
the old guard who have been around for awhile - some since the<br />
days of disco. These elder Circuiteers remember times when<br />
parties were not so frequent and were a far<br />
cry from the abundant, multi-day<br />
extravaganzas that have erupted over<br />
virtually every weekend, holiday and gaycentered<br />
event known to man. You may<br />
have talked to, danced beside or even tricked<br />
with one these party masters; or you may<br />
have overheard a gathering pontificate about<br />
how the Circuit “used to be.” You may not<br />
realize, however, that there exists a<br />
professional organization of these<br />
experienced, senior members of the Circuit.<br />
Similar to the AARP (American Association<br />
of Retired Persons), the AACP (Association<br />
of Aging Circuit Partyers) seeks to unite all<br />
advanced veterans of Circuit partycology<br />
and educate neophytes in the history and<br />
motives behind this phenomenon known as<br />
the gay party circuit. Below are some<br />
indicators of whether you, too, qualify for<br />
membership in this illustrious geriatric crew.<br />
-- You may belong to AACP if: --<br />
• Pictures from past parties show you<br />
dressed in a baseball cap pulled down over<br />
your eyes, short Daisy Duke cutoff shorts<br />
and black Doc Marten boots with thick<br />
white socks rolled over the tops.<br />
• You recall the days when only Susan<br />
Morabito, Buc, Michael Fierman, Robbie<br />
Leslie and Warren Gluck comprised the<br />
small fraternity of DJs from which a party<br />
promoter could choose.<br />
• You remember when the White Party<br />
in Palm Springs was just a couple hundred<br />
guys wanting to get out of L.A. for Easter<br />
Weekend.<br />
• You’ve been overheard talking about the<br />
days when X was really good.<br />
• You were around when Black and Blue<br />
in Montreal could only refer to the aftermath of some<br />
very aggressive sex play with a guy from Canada.<br />
• Mixed party music was rare and could only be<br />
found on cassette, the quality usually very garbled due to<br />
repetitive copying. Continuous mixes on CD were just a<br />
distant dream.<br />
• You maintain that the cover of Gordon Lightfoot’s,<br />
“If You Could Read My Mind” done by Stars on 54, is<br />
an utter butcher job of the original cover recorded by<br />
your self-appointed dance goddess, Viola Wills, many<br />
years before.<br />
• You used to be able to enjoy a whole weekend of<br />
Circuit festivities including all the parties, all the afterhours<br />
and more sex than a New York hustler has on a<br />
busy holiday weekend, yet still show up to work on<br />
Monday like you never left. Now after one day of<br />
partying, your back is sore, your brain resembles<br />
strawberry Jello and your co-workers mistake you for the<br />
recycling bin.<br />
• You remember when Circuit Noize was just the<br />
front and back of a legal-size piece of paper.<br />
• You are acutely aware that 102 Second Ave. in New<br />
York City, home of the Saint, was considered the gay<br />
party Holy Land, resulting in pilgrimages by gay boys<br />
from around the world; an occurrence comparable only<br />
to the Muslims’ journeys to Mecca.<br />
• You can reminisce about the year Madonna showed<br />
up at Miami’s White Party wearing black because she<br />
“…didn’t want to be noticed.”<br />
• You can remember when the letters GHB and<br />
TINA were just acronyms from the Personal Ads section<br />
of the newspaper meaning Gay Hung Boy and Top Into<br />
Nipple and Assplay.<br />
• You attended the L.A. White Party at the Probe<br />
when it was closed down by the fire marshal right about<br />
the time everyone’s X was kicking in, prompting a<br />
panicked flurry of Calvin Klein underwear-clad queens<br />
spilling out onto Highland Avenue. After a desperate<br />
search for a place to go, many ended up with their first<br />
experience at the Meat Rack in Hollywood.<br />
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The Ears Have It<br />
…you never know who’s listening<br />
“Never tweak before you peak, but<br />
always grind before you bump!”<br />
›<br />
“Steve, it looks like some of<br />
Jeffrey’s pubic hair is<br />
still caught between your teeth.”<br />
- Said to the editor<br />
in regards to last issue’s<br />
Sanker article.<br />
›<br />
“I remember this song.<br />
My elderly cousin used to play it<br />
when she rocked me in my cradle.”<br />
- This boy was over the<br />
T-dance oldies.<br />
›<br />
“Girl, put the bumper down<br />
…step away from the bumper.”<br />
- Said to a queen who was<br />
no longer making any sense.<br />
›<br />
“Wow, they emailed me the<br />
weekend air specials and they’re<br />
offering $109 to New York!”<br />
“Damn! That’s less money than<br />
rolling at a club!”<br />
›<br />
“Oh no, I think I lost a bullet”<br />
“OH MY GOD!!!”<br />
“Don’t be so dramatic,<br />
I have another one.”<br />
“You carry more than one bullet”<br />
“When you take your SAT’s<br />
you take more than one pencil,<br />
don’t you”<br />
“Oh man …shoot it in my face<br />
…not in my eyes or anything<br />
…but …you know…”<br />
›<br />
“If you’re the one<br />
supposed to be leading the way<br />
through the dance floor,<br />
why are you pushing me<br />
in front of you”<br />
“You’re my cow catcher.<br />
I’m using you to bump the ugly ones<br />
out of our path.”<br />
›<br />
“My friends are more important to<br />
me than some little piece of meat.”<br />
“Don’t think I didn’t notice that you<br />
specified the meat was little.”<br />
›<br />
“He has everything I’m<br />
looking for in a boyfriend:<br />
Tina, X, and K.”<br />
›<br />
“Gay men measure personality<br />
in inches.”<br />
›<br />
“You’re absolutely<br />
positively negative, right”<br />
›<br />
“Fisting one day, lobbying the next.<br />
It gives a whole new meaning to<br />
the acronym PAC.”<br />
- in reference to the sex party hosts<br />
who email party invites<br />
and political action requests.<br />
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Renaissance America<br />
by Curt Freitag<br />
It’s a brand new world for queer dance music mavens. A recent<br />
crackdown by the RIAA on DJ compilations has jeopardized the<br />
ability for the average Circuit boy (if any Circuit boy can allow<br />
himself to be labeled as “average”) to get ahold of the works of<br />
his or her favorite Circuit DJs. While our favorite DJs<br />
have to find new ways to pay the rent and<br />
get the latest and greatest music to spin,<br />
we, the listeners, need to find other ways<br />
to satisfy our desire to not merely hear the<br />
music that moves us, but to possess it.<br />
With “Circuit music” under siege,<br />
one option for dancing queens is to point<br />
their ears across the Atlantic. European<br />
dance music has provided many of the<br />
Circuit’s most talented DJ’s (including San<br />
Francisco’s own gems: Neil Lewis and Phil<br />
B) with high-quality fodder to mix in<br />
between Cher and Madonna. The “high<br />
trance” style of progressive house music<br />
that is established in Europe, however, is<br />
just starting to catch on in the mainstream<br />
of America’s CD shoppers. There are only<br />
a handful of continuous DJ mixes available<br />
on the American labels (most notably the<br />
Global Underground series) - most exist<br />
only as imports.<br />
The Renaissance series (named for the<br />
club of international renown that spawned<br />
the series) has previously been available as<br />
import only, even though it has given the<br />
world fine works from the likes of Ian<br />
Ossia, David Morales, bt, and of course<br />
Sasha and John Digweed, since the<br />
early/mid 90’s. Now the latest release in<br />
the series, Renaissance America, comes<br />
directly to the American market, brought<br />
by a DJ with a rock ‘n’ roll spirit: Dave<br />
Seaman.<br />
Each of Seaman’s previous works takes<br />
its listeners on an impressive journey using<br />
a diverse collection of sounds from trance<br />
to disco to rock ‘n’ roll. He has always<br />
found a way to make an eclectic set of<br />
artists and styles fit together while crafting<br />
a work with direction, integrity, and tremendous<br />
creativity. His work on Renaissance Worldwide:<br />
Singapore is one of the most creative works that I’ve<br />
heard from a DJ. Unfortunately, his new release,<br />
Renaissance America falls short of the incredibly high<br />
bar that Seaman set on that and other of his previous<br />
works.<br />
Renaissance America kicks off with bt’s<br />
“Godspeed”, a ubiquitous track that seems to appear<br />
on compilation after compilation to the point where<br />
one can’t help but wonder if a track can become too<br />
popular for its own good (my response: yes!).<br />
However, this particular reworking of the track (the<br />
Hybrid Remix) does offer up a slightly groovier, darker<br />
take on the track. This is a version that would fit<br />
equally well into a basement club or a high-ceiling<br />
space. bt always fills a room, but this version needs to<br />
work a little harder to hit those heights. It’s worth the<br />
effort.<br />
The second track, Brother Brown’s “Under the<br />
Water” really illustrates the difference between the<br />
style of the leading European DJ’s with the DJ’s of the<br />
Queer Party Circuit, and it sets the tone for the<br />
remainder of the CD. This track captures the feeling<br />
of isolation and loneliness of being left behind,<br />
whether by friend, family, or lover. Contrast the lyrics<br />
of “Under the water, under the water/You left me<br />
drowning” with something like “we’re all here<br />
together” from Madagascar’s queer club fav “You’re<br />
Beautiful”. Rather than the uplifting, unifying feeling<br />
that one often gets from a gay dance party, this track<br />
brings us together only in our feelings of isolation.<br />
While the music is wonderful and the sentiment is one<br />
that queers can probably relate to, it does not provide<br />
the escape from our everyday “issues” that many of us<br />
are likely seeking in our trip to the dance floor.<br />
From this point on, Seaman takes us into deep<br />
trance (lyric-free!), with the occasional funky break to<br />
bring us back into the present. This is typical of<br />
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Seaman’s style, using darker, heavier bass lines to<br />
shake up the atmospheric trance trips that typify his<br />
work. However, a feeling of isolation and<br />
disassociation pervades nearly all of the tracks on this<br />
work, which makes this a CD that might be effective<br />
to chill out with after returning from the clubs, but<br />
not one to listen to while preparing to head out. You<br />
would be better off enjoying this with a friend, using<br />
it for background music for the discussion of life,<br />
light, and love that so often accompanies a lovely<br />
sunrise and a fatigued body.<br />
All in all, Renaissance America is not Seaman’s<br />
best work. Compared to his Renaissance<br />
Worldwide: Singapore CD, it lacks the<br />
variety and rock ‘n’ roll mentality that made<br />
that journey such an adventure. This CD<br />
feels less risky, more homogenized (which<br />
might be appropriate for his first American<br />
release). If you’re interested in finding out<br />
what an internationally-renowned<br />
European DJ can do to get your feet<br />
moving on the dance floor, you might want<br />
to look across the Pacific, and start with<br />
Singapore.<br />
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Is There Hope for Those with CRAP<br />
by Cristopher Blake<br />
There’s a social problem that seems to be getting out of hand.<br />
I’m speaking, of course, about Complete Raging Asshole<br />
Personality (CRAP). I’ve noticed that more and more guys are<br />
suffering from this syndrome and it’s beginning to alarm me.<br />
At first, I didn’t think much of it. I’d be out at a party and<br />
I’d notice that a small percentage of the<br />
men were, for some reason, acting very<br />
lofty and abrasive. They were clearly<br />
exuding the message that we should all<br />
treat them as super-celebrity virgins who<br />
can’t speak to anyone else for fear of<br />
getting herpes, and that, since they are so<br />
beautiful, other people should only<br />
approach them through prayer.<br />
There are also those guys that aren’t<br />
even pretty, but still just can’t be nice to<br />
anyone no matter what. Even if you’ve<br />
never met them before, they still look at<br />
you as if you’ve borrowed their underpants<br />
without asking and are currently wearing<br />
them on your head.<br />
However slight this CRAP may have<br />
been at first, it now seems to be spreading<br />
madly. I’m sure most of you will agree<br />
that it’s becoming rampant. This is due, I<br />
believe, to one of the symptoms of CRAP.<br />
It apparently compels the sufferer to find a<br />
densely-attended social event where they<br />
can stand deluging more attitude than<br />
Princess Stephanie, effectively infecting<br />
anyone within ten feet of them with<br />
CRAP cooties until half the crowd is in<br />
such a bad mood that they could happily<br />
kick a puppy.<br />
That is CRAP. It’s a sad disorder that<br />
is taking rapid hold in our community and<br />
causing significant social unpleasantness.<br />
It seems to be very similar to PMS, only<br />
with notably less bloating.<br />
Usually, it’s relatively easy to deal with<br />
boys that may have these types of<br />
symptoms. I’ve normally dealt with it one<br />
of two ways: 1) hit them with a car; or 2)<br />
pay someone to hit them with a car.<br />
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However, soon after I noticed the common<br />
nature of this syndrome, I also saw some small hope<br />
for its treatment. I realized that, occasionally, some of<br />
the guys I had first pegged as assholes were suddenly<br />
acting very, very nice to me at certain parties or clubs.<br />
Some were trying so hard to convince me they were<br />
nice that they insisted we have sex. I was very<br />
confused by this until someone explained that they<br />
were only being nice because they had taken some<br />
kind of medication. That was good news. At least<br />
they knew they were shamelessly full of themselves,<br />
but had opted to seek pharmaceutical help. After all,<br />
the first step to recovery is admitting that you have a<br />
problem.<br />
At first, I didn’t understand why they didn’t just<br />
take this medication all the time. Especially since<br />
their CRAP is such an enormous issue. Then, I tried<br />
to obtain some through my medical insurance<br />
company. I immediately learned that it wasn’t<br />
covered. Now I was beginning to understand. I<br />
figured this stuff must be very expensive, which is<br />
why the boys suffering from CRAP would want to<br />
use it so sparingly and only in social situations, and<br />
understandably so.<br />
Although I couldn’t get my insurance company<br />
to spring for the stuff, I thought I’d at least get a<br />
prescription, just in case I ever needed it. I told my<br />
doctor I wanted “that stuff that makes all the guys so<br />
happy when they go to clubs.”<br />
He said, “Get out of my office.”<br />
My doctor obviously also has CRAP.<br />
Even with my current understanding of all this,<br />
it still leaves me having to deal with awkward<br />
interactions, especially at the gym, with all the poor<br />
local guys that may be suffering from CRAP but are<br />
unable to regularly afford the alleviating medication.<br />
It’s like they have two separate personalities. There’s<br />
the one that’ll pass me on the flat bench with no<br />
more than a nod to indicate any recognition, and<br />
there’s the other personality that will approach me on<br />
a dance floor and announce they know me by putting<br />
both their hands down my pants.<br />
I much prefer the latter interaction. Therefore, I<br />
would like to propose that community action be<br />
taken to immediately raise awareness for CRAP. By<br />
“awareness,” I, of course, mean to say, “enormous<br />
amounts of money.”<br />
After all, it must be horribly difficult for all these<br />
boys to go through the tedium of their day-to-day<br />
lives, all the while suffering with the inimitable<br />
burden of all that CRAP, forcing them to treat<br />
everyone else as if they were communist lepers.<br />
Not only the health care industry, but<br />
also the U.S. Government needs to be<br />
made aware of the staggering hardships<br />
endured by the urban social community<br />
due to the shamefully-limited availability of<br />
aid for this CRAP, in the form of<br />
personality-enhancing compounds, such as<br />
fast-acting nasal inhalant energy powders,<br />
libidinous bliss-inducing tablets,<br />
therapeutic hallucinogens, and various<br />
other social pharmaceutical necessities.<br />
Obviously, these guys cannot handle<br />
their own CRAP and must be aided<br />
chemically. How many innocent men have<br />
to be given CRAP before something is<br />
done How much suffering must one<br />
community endure from all this CRAP<br />
I know what you must be thinking.<br />
You’re thinking, “Well, while we’re waiting<br />
for federal aid, why don’t we just provide<br />
those around us with some tough love I<br />
mean, medication or not, we have more<br />
important issues to deal with than their<br />
CRAP. And while we sympathize with<br />
their condition, they should be able to<br />
handle their own CRAP without infringing<br />
upon those around them.”<br />
Yes, that’s true enough. But let’s not<br />
blame the victims! Look around you! All<br />
over the place you will see guys suffering<br />
from the delusion that they are better than<br />
everyone else! Don’t be fooled! That is<br />
CRAP! Obviously these poor souls have no<br />
control over this condition and must be<br />
shown the utmost tolerance and<br />
compassion!<br />
All of our gatherings, both social and<br />
political, casual and professional, would be<br />
made significantly more productive with<br />
strong, direct, and immediate action toward<br />
alleviating CRAP. By that, I mean proper<br />
medications should be handed out at the<br />
door, especially at dance clubs where all this<br />
CRAP seems to have originated. An<br />
eclectic variety of any and all of these<br />
miraculous chemicals should be readily and<br />
abundantly available to anyone that even<br />
suspects that he may need it. I believe this<br />
is the only way we can do away with all this<br />
CRAP. As we all have seen, most guys<br />
aren’t capable of handling it themselves.<br />
Let’s medicate them. Thank you.<br />
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Harmony on the Dance Floor<br />
by Jeff Brascher<br />
With GHB so high on the hit lists of many law enforcement<br />
agencies, party promoters and club owners are being forced to<br />
take drastic action in order to protect their licenses and their<br />
livelihoods. Lines to get into events are long and slow-moving<br />
because security staff must search each guest. In-and-out<br />
privileges have been suspended at many<br />
clubs. Announcements are made and signs<br />
are posted promising dire consequences for<br />
possession of liquid substances. There is<br />
the constant threat of closure hanging over<br />
every event. Entering a club these days is<br />
like entering a police state.<br />
Once on the dance floor, it is not<br />
uncommon for the crowd to part several<br />
times a night while one of our brothers is<br />
carted off to a waiting ambulance. It is this<br />
recurring drama that sometimes leads to<br />
the closure of our favorite venues. Each<br />
time an ambulance is called, club owners<br />
and promoters are placed under tighter<br />
scrutiny. Security personnel move through<br />
our sacred spaces, hauling people off to be<br />
searched for “dancing erratically.”<br />
Undercover police are infiltrating what<br />
used to be safe havens for our personal<br />
expression and exploration.<br />
In much of the gay media’s coverage<br />
of our subculture, we are accused of selfabsorption<br />
and a disregard for the wellbeing<br />
of our fellow partiers. The truth is,<br />
there are many behind-the-scenes<br />
operators demonstrating just how much<br />
love and compassion there really is in our<br />
community. In spite of what the popular<br />
gay press says, the general atmosphere at<br />
most Circuit events and newer clubs is one<br />
of love, acceptance, consideration and<br />
support. It’s up to us to nurture these<br />
tendencies.<br />
Most Circuit party revelers have a<br />
keen interest in their own health and wellbeing<br />
as well as that of their fellows.<br />
Unfortunately, there are few sources of<br />
reliable information on GHB. But there<br />
are a growing number of concerned party-goers who<br />
are trying to educate themselves and their<br />
communities about this drug. One group, based in<br />
San Francisco, is called Harmony. They have produced<br />
an informative, easy-to-read pamphlet that describes<br />
the effects, dangerous interactions, and other risks<br />
associated with GHB. They also give readers advice<br />
on how to help someone who is having a GHB-related<br />
incident. They do not advocate its use, nor do they<br />
condemn its users. This is the first in a series of<br />
informational materials that they hope will help<br />
people make responsible choices about how they party.<br />
Harmony’s efforts have been recognized by the<br />
City and County of San Francisco. The group’s GHB<br />
brochure has been adopted by the Department of<br />
Public Health as the official informational vehicle for<br />
client outreach programs. In addition, reports from at<br />
least one major club owner indicate a significant drop<br />
in GHB-related incidents at gay events. There has<br />
been no drop in those incidents at straight clubs,<br />
which is not surprising, considering Harmony has<br />
been directing its efforts mainly at gay club-goers.<br />
At a recent event, one of my friends began to<br />
collapse on the dance floor. He tried to continue<br />
dancing but seemed unconscious of my presence. I<br />
struggled to hold him up and move him off the dance<br />
floor. >From out of nowhere, two men appeared, lifted<br />
him onto their shoulders and carried him to a waiting<br />
medical professional. After a couple of tense hours and<br />
understanding reassurances, they let me take him. He<br />
was refreshed and ready to get back on the dance floor.<br />
The men who helped him were members of Circuit<br />
Scouts, an organization here in San Francisco. This<br />
corps of dedicated volunteers attend each event,<br />
remaining sober to help anyone suffering the effects of<br />
drug overuse or exhaustion. Circuit Scouts, and<br />
groups like them, is yet another manifestation of the<br />
idea of the community taking care of itself.<br />
The survival of our events is a matter of personal<br />
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esponsibility. It means we must look out for<br />
ourselves and for our friends. Educate yourself. If you<br />
choose to use substances to enhance your experience,<br />
do so with a conscious mind. When one of your<br />
buddies starts to go down, help him. Don’t just prop<br />
him up in a corner. Keep the love going even if it<br />
means having to leave the throbbing mass to hold<br />
your friend’s hand when he’s feeling sick or too tired<br />
to stand. We are all in this together. Party smart or<br />
the party may end.<br />
Harmony can be reached with inquiries or requestsfor copies<br />
of their brochure by sending email to:<br />
Harmony@artwerx.com.<br />
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Fight Clubs, Dance Floors,<br />
and the Quest for Magic<br />
by K Mechar<br />
“Now let us sport us while we may . . .”<br />
—Andrew Marvell [1621-1678]<br />
I saw the film Fight Club several days after the big gay circus<br />
known as Black and Blue had come and gone for yet another<br />
year in Montreal. Fight Club is the Brad Pitt vehicle whose<br />
claim to fame, in addition to rumors that<br />
Pitt’s real-life cock is flashed on the screen,<br />
is that it’s one of the bloodiest, most<br />
violent films since. . . well, ever. Black and<br />
Blue’s claim to fame, of course, is that it’s<br />
the biggest — and arguably the best —<br />
dance event on the planet. 1999’s edition,<br />
attracting upwards of 15,000 people, was<br />
held at the mammoth, and crumbling,<br />
Olympic stadium - a testament to the<br />
precariousness of bigness for its own sake.<br />
If you’re scratching your head<br />
wondering what these disparate things<br />
could possibly have in common, consider<br />
the following: both involve consenting<br />
adults engaged in anti-social behavior. In<br />
one case we have boys who like to beat the<br />
bejesus out of each other in the<br />
underground and illegal world of fight<br />
clubs. In the other case, we have boys who<br />
like to pop a pill (or three) and spend an<br />
inordinate amount of time rubbing each<br />
other’s temples on the less clandestine<br />
dance floor. Both have to do with grown<br />
men doing what they please in order to<br />
create something special for themselves<br />
beyond the boundaries of their ho-hum,<br />
day-to-day lives — a magical<br />
metamorphosis amidst our beige, IKEAized,<br />
GAP-ed-out world. And both<br />
contain elements of danger, even the<br />
possibility of death, in the process.<br />
At least two major differences emerge,<br />
however. Fight clubs involve straight men;<br />
Black and Blue is — or was — primarily a<br />
gay phenomenon. Moreover, one is<br />
elevated to the status of “high art”; the<br />
other is subject to severe cultural and<br />
political scrutiny. Without suggesting that<br />
the activities of one group are “better” than the other,<br />
this comparison reveals a number of interesting things<br />
about rituals of male-male bonding, cultures of sport,<br />
and the role of gay men in them. And I think it might<br />
help explain why the Circuit seems so bizarre and<br />
menacing to those who haven’t participated in it.<br />
Some have argued, for example, that Circuit<br />
parties are the gay equivalent of the male sporting<br />
event, something we have either excluded ourselves<br />
from or been pushed out of. We are now making up<br />
for this lost communal bonding on the dance floor,<br />
where we were meant to be in the first place. The<br />
difference, of course, is that the traditional sporting<br />
event is based on observation, where men are witness<br />
to a spectacle of competition rather than part of it.<br />
The Circuit party, on the other hand, is fully<br />
participatory (pending the appropriate abs and pecs).<br />
There is no separation between the watchers and the<br />
watched. We are the spectacle!<br />
This is why the film Fight Club proves so<br />
interesting, though fictitious. It’s the first example of<br />
straight male “sport” that breaks down those barriers.<br />
No longer simply voyeurs, the men involved here are<br />
themselves part and parcel of the event. It is not<br />
without significance, then, that the bonding that goes<br />
on in these events, more so than in traditional sports,<br />
positively reeks of homoeroticism. At one point in the<br />
film, I wanted to scream, “Just fuck him already,<br />
Brad!” It’s as if just below the surface there is an<br />
unspoken longing for male-male intimacy even among<br />
— gasp! — straight men.<br />
Perhaps this is why the Circuit milieu proves so<br />
threatening. The dirty little secret has been revealed<br />
that gay men have created a less competitive, nonviolent<br />
way to bring themselves out of the banal in a<br />
way that straight male culture has thus far not been<br />
able to achieve.<br />
Consider this as well: Black and Blue took place<br />
at a former “Olympic” site, a bastion of straight<br />
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masculinity and competition. But in turning what is<br />
now a baseball field into a gigantic dance floor, we<br />
have, for a brief, shining moment, returned the art of<br />
sport to its ancient Greek roots - the tradition that<br />
actually encourages men to touch each other. The<br />
irony is exacerbated when we realize that, in a culture<br />
where “sport” is tantamount to goal-oriented activity,<br />
the word sport is also a verb meaning “to amuse<br />
oneself with some pleasant pastime,” or more<br />
appropriately in this context, “to frolic.” The Circuit<br />
is a reminder of this forgotten element, a Dionysian<br />
flavor that will never be achieved when masculinity is<br />
stripped of its playfulness and sensuality.<br />
Does the Circuit reveal, then, a cultural<br />
transformation in rituals of male bonding Well, not<br />
exactly. But it is interesting to note that, like so much<br />
else in this culture, straight men are following our<br />
lead. At events like Black and Blue — and some afterhours<br />
clubs I know — buffed and shirtless straight<br />
boys now mingle with the buffed and shirtless fags.<br />
To our frustration, it’s becoming very difficult to tell<br />
who’s who, and which end is up, so to speak.<br />
Of course, when one of us dares to approach,<br />
most of these straight boys cling to their girlfriends as<br />
if she were a life-preserver in the Big-Queer-Sea,<br />
making this less than revolutionary. But change for<br />
the better is afoot, a partial dismantling of barriers<br />
that most certainly does not occur, say, at that other<br />
big dance phenomenon, the rave scene. We did not<br />
invent the dance floor; we have simply intensified its<br />
frenzy with a more open celebration of the body. And<br />
straight boys want to get in on the act.<br />
Lest we get too enamored of our own hipness,<br />
here’s the downside of the comparison. When watching<br />
Fight Club, I sensed that the means used to combat<br />
this intolerable sense of the banal - this human, all too<br />
human condition of emptiness - gave these men the<br />
appearance of being even more pathetic than they<br />
already were. I thought to myself: “Good for them!<br />
This is exactly what I would like them to be doing:<br />
taking on each other and leaving the rest of us alone. If<br />
their lives are so empty they need to resort to brutal<br />
violence to create some magic, then so be it. But count<br />
me out, thanks.” Further, when the violence fails to<br />
materialize into any concrete self-transformation, the<br />
film gets even more violent. In other words, the<br />
“solution” seems to be more of the same.<br />
Does this ring a tinkerbell for you<br />
with the experiences and criticisms of the<br />
Circuit Anyone who has experimented<br />
with magic-inducing psychopharmacological<br />
substances knows too well<br />
that momentary and uncomfortable twinge<br />
of embarrassment when the high wanes<br />
and the realization hits that - Oh my God!<br />
- in your moment of glory you must have<br />
looked, in the eyes of the drug-free, as<br />
pathetic as the psyched-out revelers appear<br />
to you now. It is that line you cross from<br />
reality to chemically-enhanced hyperreality<br />
and back to something not quite<br />
real - that moment when you realize it was<br />
just a game, and someone has pulled your<br />
plug.<br />
And as with all groups, extremes of<br />
(self) destruction can be found here among<br />
the Circuit boys. When last weekend’s<br />
drugs didn’t quite do the trick, the answer<br />
for many is simple: more drugs. This is no<br />
doubt why we have constructed yet another<br />
set of categories to differentiate ourselves:<br />
those who do the Circuit and those who<br />
don’t. Like my reaction to the men in the<br />
film, many gay men would like the Circuit<br />
boys to simply go away. Given the<br />
immensely sad cases we have all witnessed<br />
on and off the dance floor, can we really<br />
blame them<br />
Herein lies the lesson: if fight clubs did<br />
exist, it is likely they would not be treated<br />
with the same scrutiny as the Circuit party.<br />
Since the onset of AIDS, and even before,<br />
we have had to be more ready and willing<br />
to defend our sexual and cultural practices<br />
against an inquiring, and at times, hostile<br />
world. But instead of dismissing this as<br />
simple homophobia, I am glad the Circuit<br />
is subject to such criticisms. For, unlike the<br />
world of traditional male sports, the<br />
criticism forces us to be conscious of what<br />
we are doing, why we are doing it, and for<br />
whom. If you lack such consciousness,<br />
perhaps you need to listen to some of those<br />
Circuit critiques.<br />
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Just the Music<br />
by Thomas L Stoodley<br />
I hope your New Year’s celebration was as splendid as mine. I<br />
danced and danced as the end of a year, a decade, and a century<br />
passed. While dancing into the new “millennium”, I heard some<br />
great, hot, new tunes as well as some classics which took me<br />
back to moments I have had both on and off the dance<br />
floor over the last year as well as the passing<br />
decade. So let me tell you about them, as<br />
well as other great music selections coming<br />
your way.<br />
Singles in Review<br />
If you find yourself humming the lines<br />
to Amber’s “Sexual”, get ready to start<br />
singing along to her newest effort. “High<br />
Above The Clouds”, the second single off<br />
her current album, is sure to get you joining<br />
in the chorus. I had fallen in love with this<br />
one the first time I heard it a few months<br />
back. Be sure to check out my favorite mix<br />
by BK Dano, as well as Jonathon Peter’s<br />
banging club mix.<br />
Recently signed to TommyBoy<br />
Records, UK duo, Catapila have a hot<br />
single climbing up the charts. “Void (I<br />
Need You)”, comes complete with U.S.<br />
mixes by none other than Mr. Junior<br />
Vasquez himself. Junior’s mix is truly one<br />
of his best works to date, fitting in with<br />
such classics as his interpretations of<br />
Whitney’s “Step By Step”, and Kylie’s “Too<br />
Far”. This one is sure to become both a<br />
club and Circuit hit.<br />
Moving on, what can one say about<br />
Donna Summer’s “Love Is The Healer”<br />
There are quite a few mixes to choose from,<br />
but please pay attention to the ThunderPuss<br />
2000 Remix. This tune has a fun, campy,<br />
yet very well-delivered message by our<br />
favorite disco queen.<br />
You may not know the name Satoshi<br />
Tommiie, but you know his work. He has<br />
been part of the Def mix team for some<br />
time now, working with David Morales and<br />
Frankie Knuckles on many projects and<br />
remixes. Satoshi has produced an album of great dance<br />
songs. “Inspired”, recently released in France, is one of<br />
those songs. It is a beautiful, melodic scorcher featuring<br />
the vocal talents of Diane Charlemage. Diane’s soft,<br />
caressing voice catches the theme of this song with such<br />
ease. And if that’s not enough, the strings, flute and<br />
chords will inspire you to sing along.<br />
We have not heard from the Eurythmics in quite<br />
some time now, but they’re back and rocking the house<br />
again. With remix honors given by Club 69’s Peter<br />
Rauhofer and ThunderPuss 2000, “17 Again” is bound<br />
to be heard on dance floors everywhere. Mr. Rauhofer<br />
has re-invented his style once again, transforming this<br />
into the sound of the future. His mix combines his<br />
usual brilliance of banging percussion with some of the<br />
better elements of trance. In other words, there’s a<br />
melody.<br />
“Here I Am”, the first single off the forthcoming<br />
album, “Here I Am, the Bobby D Ambrosio<br />
Collection”, is a sure-fire winner. With the vocal talents<br />
of newcomer Kelli Sae, and the production wizardry of<br />
Mr. Ambrosio, this single is bound to be a biggie for<br />
those that just love the lush, classic, vocal house music<br />
of the last decade. And tell me if this voice does not<br />
remind you of one Circuit diva, Dina Carroll.<br />
For those who loved the crooning of Olive’s Ruth-<br />
Ann on such classics as “Outlaw” and “You’re Not<br />
Alone”, she has returned as the guest vocalist on the<br />
newest single from Enigma. With clear vocals, a real<br />
song, and epic uptempo production, “Gravity Of Love”<br />
brings Enigma into the new decade with a vengeance.<br />
In line with the sound of near future, Morrighan’s<br />
“Remember (To the Millennium)” is sure to capture the<br />
hearts of many. From the same producer who brought<br />
us Crescendo’s “Are You Out There”, we have a new<br />
single. With soaring violins, dark moody synths, and a<br />
euphoric voice instructing us to “remember who we<br />
are”, this one should be the anthem of the new decade<br />
and millennium.<br />
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Albums in Review<br />
As I mentioned earlier, Satoshi Tomiie is no<br />
stranger to the club music scene. We have all danced<br />
to songs this producer/remixer has created or worked<br />
on. It is great to see Satoshi stepping into the spotlight<br />
with a full-length U.S. release due out on Sony Records<br />
very soon. “Full Lick” contains a great collection of<br />
songs no music library would be complete without.<br />
With songs ranging from the gorgeous, lush, classicsounding<br />
vocal anthem “Inspired” to the harder,<br />
banging, club-hit “Darkness”, and on to some<br />
beautiful, down-tempo numbers, there’s something<br />
here for everyone.<br />
We all thought it was part of our past, some of us<br />
don’t openly admit to it, but we all know the words to<br />
at least five Culture Club songs. Don’t deny it, it’s<br />
OK, we love you anyway. I had heard rumors of a new<br />
Culture Club album over a year ago but did not believe<br />
it. Well believe it, it’s here, and it’s fierce. This is<br />
probably the best album from them to date. It’s got<br />
the classic Culture Club feel, but with a deeper sense of<br />
warmth and maturity. Boy’s voice has never sounded<br />
more smooth and connected. Sure, the Boy still sings<br />
about John, but it’s more heartfelt and you yearn to<br />
hold and comfort him. I do believe Boy George is one<br />
of the best undiscovered songwriters of the past decade.<br />
For those of you who love the more moody, afterhours<br />
sounds of the “Body & Soul” craze, or the deep,<br />
smooth stuff you might hear Circuit DJ Susan<br />
Morabito play in some of her late-night sets, you’ll love<br />
the Kevin Yost album, “One Starry Night”. With<br />
smooth percussion, and deep, warm, rich overtones,<br />
this album is great for chilling out. I enjoy it during<br />
more intimate moments, as well as to relax after<br />
arriving home from a night out.<br />
A couple years ago, I discovered an artist who just<br />
blew my mind away. It’s not often you get to hear a<br />
living voice that can easily match the voice of Divas<br />
from the past. Sarah Jane Morris not only has such a<br />
voice, but she also knows how to use it. I don’t like to<br />
throw the big names around, but the only way to<br />
describe this angel’s instrument is to say she is a sister<br />
to such legendary greats Ella Fitzgerald and Sarah<br />
Vaughan. “Fallen Angel”, Sarah’s upcoming, new, fulllength<br />
album, captures a more raw, aggressive side to<br />
this singer/songwriter. Two particular tracks stand out<br />
for me - the ever-soulful “Ever Gonna Make It” and<br />
the haunting “Only To Be With You”.<br />
Compilations in Review<br />
DJ/Monty Q’s<br />
“Circuit Sonic”<br />
If you’re a die-hard Sunscreem fan, then this disc is<br />
for you. It contains a new mix of “Secrets”, with the<br />
remix honors coming from none other than<br />
the voice of Sunscreem, Lucia. This<br />
twinkling vibe mix, with Lucia’s childlike<br />
chanting weaving throughout it will get you<br />
on your feet and humming along.<br />
Bossa Tress......Jazz<br />
When Japan Meets Europe<br />
This import CD is a double disc jazzy<br />
affair. The first disc is more downtempo -<br />
relaxing ambient material that soothes the<br />
mind. Disc 2 contains a midtempo body of<br />
work that goes from ambient jazz to<br />
alternative forms of jazz. Great hanging out<br />
and making out music.<br />
DJ/Producer Julian Marsh<br />
Global Grooves Vol. 1<br />
DJ extraordinaire Julian Marsh has<br />
compiled a body of songs we all love. Julian<br />
seems to understand we want VOCALS,<br />
VOCALS, and more VOCALS. He has<br />
included such floor-fillers as the hard-to-get<br />
CB Milton’s “What About Me”, his own mix<br />
of Boy George’s “When Will You Learn”, as<br />
well as Billie Ray Martin’s newest single,<br />
“Honey”. You’re sure to love this one.<br />
DJ/Susan Morabito<br />
I Love To Dance<br />
Susan has captured her funky, soulful<br />
sound on this disc. She has included some<br />
of those songs which we have come to<br />
expect from her, as well as few harder-tofind<br />
goodies.<br />
DJ/Michael Fierman<br />
Fire Island Classics Vol. 2<br />
This is the second volume in this series<br />
and it promises to be in many collections<br />
across the land. Michael has collected some<br />
of the old classics, as well as some new<br />
classics, which have become part of our Fire<br />
Island experience. I love the way he<br />
compiled them over two discs. The first is<br />
dedicated to “when it was disco”, for the<br />
older stuff, while the second, “the<br />
evolution”, contains the newer material.<br />
Great thinking is all I have to say - and<br />
thanks.<br />
Well, that’s all for now, but be sure to<br />
pick up the next issue - there’s always more<br />
buzz in the dance music world.<br />
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Circuit Sage<br />
by Michael Lennox<br />
Dear Circuit Sage,<br />
I recently went to stay with friends that live in NYC. Just<br />
before the trip, I realized that I had crabs (as in pubic lice). I<br />
treated myself before I went on the trip, but I know from past<br />
experience that the crabs could easily return. Further, I could<br />
easily infect my friend’s bed sheets or<br />
bath towels. Do you think I am<br />
obligated to inform my host of this<br />
potential problem<br />
-Scratching in Miami<br />
Dear Slut,<br />
I’m so relieved that you clarified the<br />
definition of crabs as pubic lice. At first, I<br />
thought this was a culinary question<br />
regarding seafood.<br />
As in most situations of delicacy, there is<br />
a high road and a low road. The latter is<br />
obviously not to tell and hope for the best.<br />
But keep in mind that in taking that road,<br />
you must ask yourself who you are protecting.<br />
The answer is, of course, yourself. It would<br />
be embarrassing, to say the least, to admit<br />
that you had crabs, and even more so if, for<br />
some reason, your guest contracted them after<br />
your visit. If, perchance, your guest thought<br />
you were hot and found himself beating off<br />
in your dirty sheets as a remembrance of your<br />
visit, you might find that he got more than<br />
he bargained for.<br />
The high road is to tell. I once had<br />
crabs myself (can you believe it!!). I thought<br />
they were gone until a partner of mine<br />
dropped by unexpectedly without calling. I<br />
was thrilled, because I thought he was<br />
coming over to get laid. But, in fact, he was<br />
there to ask me if I had crabs because he,<br />
indeed, had them and was in the process of<br />
contacting his recent partners to make sure<br />
they were in the clear. While I thought mine<br />
were gone, upon closer inspection, we found a<br />
little critter buried contentedly in my pubes.<br />
My friend had brought with him a Rid kit<br />
and proceeded to help administer it. It was<br />
one of the most lovely and intimate experiences I have<br />
ever had with anyone, despite the fact that I was<br />
mortified and humiliated. He had taken the high road<br />
and as a result I was overwhelmed with his gentleness and<br />
care.<br />
I cannot advise you which road to take. The low<br />
road will save you embarrassment. If nothing comes of it,<br />
there is certainly no big deal. The high road will be a<br />
momentarily scary approach, but will leave you with a<br />
strong sense of having done the right thing. The choice is<br />
truly yours. Good luck.<br />
-Circuit Sage<br />
Dear Circuit Sage,<br />
I started dating my current boyfriend more<br />
than six months ago. During those early months,<br />
we were not at all serious about the relationship,<br />
and had the agreement that we could date others.<br />
During that time I attended a Circuit party in<br />
Montreal and met a cute guy. I subsequently visited<br />
him once and stayed with him in Montreal. We<br />
then made plans for him to visit me in New York.<br />
He is now holding non-refundable tickets to come<br />
and visit me. He’s made it quite clear that he has<br />
limited funds and this will be his one vacation of<br />
the year. Since making these plans, things have<br />
gotten much more serious between me and the guy<br />
that I was originally dating. In fact, I would now<br />
call us serious boyfriends. Should I tell Mr.<br />
Montreal that he can’t come visit I guess I could<br />
allow him to visit but let him know that sex will no<br />
longer be a part of the agenda. Given the past<br />
history, though, I don’t think my boyfriend would<br />
be comfortable with that either. What should I do<br />
-Confused in NYC<br />
Dear Polygamist,<br />
Sounds like a hot three-way in the making.<br />
First, it is important to note that you are not<br />
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esponsible for Mr. Montreal’s limited funds,<br />
vacation plans, or his expectations of what<br />
will happen between the two of you. This<br />
does not preclude sympathy nor does it give<br />
you free reign to be an asshole. Standing in the<br />
face of your truth is the most important<br />
element here, with both gentlemen.<br />
As far as your boyfriend is concerned, I<br />
would suggest honesty with him about the<br />
situation with the added explanation of what<br />
boundaries you are willing to set with the<br />
visitor. If he is uncomfortable with that, that,<br />
too, is not your business, but your boyfriend’s.<br />
If he does not trust you or is very<br />
uncomfortable with the situation (a modicum<br />
of uncomfortableness is to be expected), I<br />
would say that you have an issue with your<br />
boyfriend that will need to be addressed<br />
because it will surely come up again in other<br />
situations.<br />
Indeed, you should, and as soon as<br />
possible, explain to Mr. Montreal that you are<br />
seriously involved and that your connection on<br />
his visit will under no circumstances be<br />
sexual. If he is not able to handle the change,<br />
then he needs to make other arrangements at<br />
his own expense, both financial and<br />
emotional.<br />
You may not be able to please everybody<br />
in this situation and the bottom line is that it<br />
is not your business to do so. Start by telling<br />
the truth to both people involved and see what<br />
comes up. Do this simultaneously. You will<br />
not be able to figure out what to do in a<br />
vacuum. You will need the input from each<br />
of them to discover the next step to take.<br />
What I would like to see happen is Mr.<br />
Montreal to visit, to take care of his own<br />
vacation needs, to accept a non-sexual<br />
friendship between the two of you, and,<br />
perhaps, even the three of you enjoying some<br />
fun times together.<br />
Most importantly, when you set up a<br />
boundary, be prepared to stick to it.<br />
-Circuit Sage<br />
We need your questions! You can email hem to<br />
circuitsage@circuitnoize.com. Circuit Sage is<br />
Michael Lennox, Los Angeles based Dream<br />
Interpreter and Life Coach currently pursuing his<br />
Doctorate in Psychology.<br />
Reach him at 310-585-8302.<br />
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This is a story about a boy<br />
and his dog. I’m the dog.<br />
It begins with Friday night plans to join my<br />
esteemed friend and the proprietor of The<br />
Celebrity Lounge (a club that’s so exclusive its<br />
nonexistent, but still your friends will brag that<br />
they belong).<br />
The dear boy and I had plans to meet in<br />
Manhattan during his recent visit from Babylon<br />
By The Sea - South Beach. It promised to be a<br />
weekend of merriment and debauchery - filled<br />
with bacchanal behavior so sinful and carnal - we<br />
could hardly wait to start denying it. “You did<br />
what With him Well who paid for the<br />
donkey” That sort of stuff.<br />
Then Saturday morning, the news hit the<br />
Trinitron. John F. Kennedy, Jr. and company<br />
were missing, and the family was gathering at<br />
Hyannis Port. Having my own compound to<br />
maintain before dashing off to Gotham, I was not<br />
transfixed, not hanging on every tidbit of<br />
misinformation from third string acquaintances<br />
trying speculate what the family matriarch might<br />
be saying to the grief-stricken surviving cousins.<br />
Physically unfortunate Uncle Ted, out of focus<br />
of jester, but too much “Din Da Da” and its “off<br />
with her head”. Please (Sorry Kevin.)<br />
Manhattan, whose similarities with Great<br />
Britain end with the description; “an island,” is a<br />
true sovereign nation. The surrounding<br />
boroughs: territory of the crown. Beyond the<br />
Hudson The world is still flat, carried by four<br />
elephants that stand on a turtle. (I believe the<br />
turtle’s name is Camille Paglia. I argue this<br />
constantly with my friend Atlas; he only looks at<br />
me, and shrugs).<br />
Those of us who live beyond the moat are<br />
considered daring serfs who toil in unfertile fields<br />
and in fear of being pillaged by dark lords of the<br />
underworld. This is also true, only we call it<br />
suburbia and the dark lords Republicans.<br />
So anyway, as I was walking up tenth avenue<br />
late Saturday Night on my way from Roxy to<br />
Twilo I was thinking about JFK, Jr. Suddenly it<br />
was colder and I was feeling older. Could it be<br />
because of this man that got away I admit I was<br />
thinking about it more than I thought necessary,<br />
not the JFK, Jr. thing, but the levels of class and<br />
privilege we establish in our minds about those<br />
with beauty and success in a major metropolitan<br />
city.<br />
Greetings from<br />
behind a TV talking head who lisps more than<br />
Christopher Lowell when teaching how to<br />
bedazzle a toaster cozy.<br />
I paid my respects by turning off the<br />
television.<br />
Still, it got me thinking on the grand<br />
presumption. The Kennedy family. Our royal<br />
family. Americans have been longing for a<br />
monarchy from the very minute we broke away,<br />
and nowhere is this truer than within urban gay<br />
social structure. The only difference here is that<br />
gay men have chosen to memorialize the tea party<br />
in very different ways.<br />
I really doubt there were any gay brethren at<br />
the actual first revolt in Boston Harbor. Can you<br />
imagine how long that would have taken Sorting<br />
out the herbal teas and superior blends for<br />
themselves I can hear them hissing, “Not the<br />
Earl Gray, for Chrissakes, just dump the shitty<br />
orange pekoe!”<br />
Windsor Castle for us is New York. The<br />
immediate New York gay royal family is not a<br />
divine one, by birth or marriage. Membership is<br />
determined by body, ability to DJ, size of<br />
apartment or accessibility to dealers. A pretty<br />
good drag routine will get you into the position<br />
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And just as this country has watched dear<br />
John-John grow up (he hated that name, except<br />
in bed), there is one particular person I have<br />
watched in New York. Okay, I have watched<br />
several. I can’t say that any of them have actually<br />
grown up, but I watch them all the same. It’s not<br />
like the stalking you think it is, although our<br />
dating battle cry here in Amish Country has<br />
always been, “Don’t quit until you get the<br />
restraining order.” It’s more like wistful<br />
admiration, blended generously with an intense<br />
carnal lust.<br />
When I got to Twilo, Lancaster’s native son<br />
Junior Vasquez was venting at the turntable.<br />
As Junior revved up to knock the stylus once<br />
again, I decided to escape to the bathroom. I<br />
admit I was peeved. Being one of those loathed<br />
serfs from way out west beyond the Hudson, of<br />
course I paid full cover charge. Junior’s a<br />
hometown boy, so for his accomplishments alone,<br />
he will always have my unconditional love.<br />
Moreover, dance music is dance music, and its<br />
not going to change my life, but at that moment,<br />
I would have rather listened to a tape loop of<br />
“Happy Birthday To You” than suffer another<br />
minute of incoherent noise.
Celebrity<br />
Loungeby<br />
Kerry Hettinger
Then it happened. I looked up from doing<br />
that prisoner-of-war shuffle you must apply if<br />
you want to get anywhere in a jammed and<br />
packed New York nightclub and I saw him, across<br />
the crowded room. This was certainly turning<br />
into some enchanted evening. I felt like Emile,<br />
the plantation owner, and he, my Ensign Nellie<br />
Forbush. To my left, what I thought would be<br />
my two Portuguese children, but they looked like<br />
they were actually fucking on the banquette. Just<br />
behind me, I cast the three hundred pound<br />
security-slob as Bali Hai itself.<br />
The Portuguese players moaned. I made a<br />
mental note to remind them that if they’re going<br />
to be incestuous, at least let’s videotape it and sell<br />
it on the Internet.<br />
You like You buy”<br />
The girl moaned, “Dites moi, pourquoi, la<br />
vie est belle.” “Why is life beautiful,” she asked<br />
I’d say that, because at that moment in front of<br />
me across the lobby, stood my own equivalent to<br />
John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Jr., crown prince of the<br />
New York gay royal family. ‹ber Stud. Master of<br />
Wit. I have admired this guy for nearly four<br />
years.<br />
Now, this guy looks nothing like Jackie’s boy,<br />
mind you, he’s much better. His name is not<br />
very identifying in its commonality and I do not<br />
want to disgruntle him into never speaking to me<br />
again, so let’s just call him: Chris. He plays the<br />
boy... I play one of those corgies that poor, dear,<br />
dead Diana’s captors loved more than her.<br />
But, Chris, in no way, to my knowledge,<br />
considers himself New York royalty. I do. And for<br />
good reason.<br />
His build is the stuff we all shoplifted men’s<br />
exercise magazines for when we were twelve.<br />
Conjure if you will, the perfect features of all<br />
those escorts during the debutante ball scene in<br />
Rich Man, Poor Man, throw in several hard years<br />
at the gym, and you’re getting warm.<br />
How trite, but how true, it is, after all, his<br />
mind. Chris’s is one or two steps ahead of mine,<br />
he is quick on the draw (with words mind you)<br />
and can turn ten funny phrases to my one (if you<br />
think this is funny, what with me pouring out my<br />
heart and all to you unappreciative tweaked little<br />
bastards). Wit to me is a powerful aphrodisiac.<br />
Oh, and here’s a trait that sets him off from all<br />
those others —he’s employed! I acknowledge the<br />
fact that I’m going off like Kim McAfee on<br />
Conrad Birdie, but you’ll just have to indulge me.<br />
Since that first day when I met him, Chris<br />
has always been full of friendly nonsensical banter<br />
and repartee. He has also managed to confound<br />
me, given his beauty, to more than just stop and<br />
air-kiss hello, but often he will recline across me<br />
in the same chair for an extended “How do you<br />
do” Okay, I admit that the first time this<br />
happened I thought it was a lap dance and I tried<br />
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to tip him, but I’m always battling low selfesteem<br />
(that’s the dog part - for those enjoying<br />
audience participation say, What is it<br />
Lassie, Grandpa in a K-hole). I could never for<br />
the life of me figure out why such a divine<br />
creature of the day and night, would have<br />
anything to do with me, the Legend of Sleepy<br />
Hollow, but he always would.<br />
Fuck the bathroom. Like an embassy staffer<br />
trying to catch the last helicopter out of Saigon in<br />
‘75, I darted upstairs to the lounge and found<br />
my prey headed right toward me. My knees got<br />
weak, my vision started to tunnel, and I could<br />
barely hear the music. Is this the effect this<br />
stunning boy has on me each time I see him<br />
No. I immediately realized that I must remember<br />
never to trust anyone who insists “I swear, I know<br />
which bottle is in which pocket.” It wasn’t Chris,<br />
it was “K!”<br />
I forsook the niceties of small talk, partly<br />
because I wasn’t feeling much like Jane Austin<br />
these days, and partly because I have a standard<br />
greeting I have used with Chris since I met him;<br />
“Wanna fuck”<br />
Actually, I said, “When are we going to<br />
fuck”<br />
“Tuesday” he answered, not missing a beat<br />
and sweeping his arm around me.<br />
I told him that in my left pocket (I can<br />
remember) I had just the thing to move that date<br />
closer and he agreed. The astonishing thing was<br />
that my offer was based solely on communal<br />
living principles instilled in me by my friends -<br />
you share. Despite my promise of no strings<br />
attached to the bounty before him, Chris was still<br />
interested in Tuesday come early. My Cinderella<br />
moment had arrived.<br />
He danced with his ex, and shocking me<br />
once again, met me in the lobby area just as<br />
promised. Believe me, I’ve waited pathetically for<br />
more losers to meet me somewhere in a club. I<br />
make Beckett’s Waiting For Godot seem like a<br />
quick one act comedy.<br />
Directly outside Twilo, at the curb and being<br />
guarded by five jealous doorman, was my pride<br />
and joy on wheels, a 1969 Buick Wildcat dick<br />
magnet convertible. Royal blue, with factory mag<br />
wheels and a boot for the top. For any straight<br />
readers, there’s a 435 V-8 under the hood. For<br />
our gay readers, let’s just say its pretty.<br />
Chris loved the car. I may not live within the<br />
walled city but I know what the little princes<br />
love. To demonstrate how swell I am, I even let<br />
him drive this stand-in for my gilded coach.<br />
To his dismay, Chris didn’t attract any dick<br />
while waiting in the car. I explained that this was<br />
summer and the other royals were probably up<br />
north at their own version of Balmoral - The Big<br />
Cup. We didn’t bother to check it out, but<br />
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Up close, celebrity<br />
is not distinguishable<br />
from the status quo<br />
(unless it’s Cher, then<br />
you still have the surgery<br />
scars for clues).<br />
driving me mad.<br />
Well, let me tell you, the “four year<br />
handshake” as he so wittingly put it, was worth<br />
every second of the wait. If I never expected to<br />
see him again, I would tell you everything in<br />
detail, but I do, so I won’t. Chris is just one great<br />
feast of lip-smacking-finger-licking-tastygoodness.<br />
How great Let’s just say I would do<br />
him on the Thanksgiving table in front of my<br />
mother, while balancing the cranberry sauce and<br />
pickle dish on my ass. My Mom still asks me<br />
when I’m getting married, so you know that’s<br />
saying a lot.<br />
As for exactly what happened, all in all, it<br />
was your garden variety, dance with no steps<br />
between the sheets. No toys. No real fetishes. It<br />
was, perhaps, the best sex I have ever had.<br />
Mountains moved, rivers boiled, HOURS passed.<br />
Oh, and he videotaped it.<br />
Now before any of you think, “Geez, I could<br />
have skipped reading this and just waited for the<br />
movie.” Guess again. It is for my eyes only, or at<br />
least it is until he ignores me rudely next time I<br />
see him, pretending we barely know each other.<br />
Then you can rush $12.95 plus $4.00 shipping<br />
and handling to Archival Films, PO Box 345,<br />
Intercourse, Pa 17801 and see him moan as he<br />
takes every inch of my tool like the dirty little<br />
pussy boy he is. Oops.<br />
I have it to look back on as proof that it<br />
really happened. For one fine moment I had<br />
been to the Ball and danced with the prince. Like<br />
the immortal line from The Rainmaker, now at<br />
least I can’t say I’ve never been asked.<br />
Friends I left at Twilo came pounding on the<br />
door right around the final curtain call, so I<br />
squired the good boy Chris to his apartment like<br />
Moondoggie and Gidget back from doing the<br />
nasty in the dunes. Just as I was to pull away<br />
from the curb, Chris turned and leaned over,<br />
kissing me again. A truck went by at that<br />
moment but I swear I heard him say, “...and you<br />
Scarecrow, I shall miss you most of all.” I looked<br />
to the sky for a rainbow. A bird shit on the<br />
windshield.<br />
Upon my return to my friend’s place, I burst<br />
through the door doing my best Joey Arias doing<br />
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Billie Holiday singing “What A Night, What A<br />
Guy, What A Kiss.” The squirrels and doves<br />
outside joined in, just like in a Disney movie, but<br />
my friend insists on singing contra-alto, so<br />
against my forced falsetto, it sounded like<br />
something Miss Holiday would have recorded<br />
while on heroin.<br />
Just like the boys from South Park, I think I<br />
learned something that day.<br />
Up close, celebrity is not distinguishable<br />
from the status quo (unless it’s Cher, then you<br />
still have the surgery scars for clues). The only<br />
difference between Cinderella in rags and a<br />
brush, and Cinderella in silk with a tiara, is<br />
costuming. This is a great truth of life, along with<br />
the fact that Striesand was too old to play Yentl.<br />
The images you form in your mind and<br />
project onto others are dispelled or reinforced by<br />
experience and you realize in a moment that<br />
members of the beautiful people society get their<br />
hearts broken as much as you, whether it’s the<br />
gay Manhattan chapter, or the one in Hyannis<br />
Port. He’s not going door to door with a glass<br />
slipper, yet I have discovered that I have as much<br />
to offer this guy, or any other for that matter.<br />
Maybe even more.<br />
Yet being so unfamiliar with nocturnal success<br />
of this nature, it brings to mind the old adage;<br />
“Be careful what you wish for, you just might get<br />
it.”<br />
And then you might only want more.<br />
Sometimes you get more - along with a<br />
mountain of debt and herpetic sores, but that’s<br />
only if what you’re wishing for was born and<br />
raised in Georgia. Sometimes you don’t. And<br />
when it comes up rotten, I take comfort in<br />
remembering that although Meade won the<br />
battle, it is General Pickett’s disastrous but noble<br />
charge that we still revere and honor today.<br />
It’s not bad being the dog. Lassie never ran<br />
away, Old Yeller always came back, and Rin-Tin-<br />
Tin always got his man.<br />
Never give up, and by all means keep<br />
wishing and trying. The alternative is to<br />
compromise and live in silent despair. And that<br />
my boys, is not what I would ever want for you.<br />
Or your dog.<br />
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Anal Sex<br />
by John R. Ballew, M.S., L.P.C.<br />
Anal sex is often seen as the definitive gay act. Sure, straight<br />
men have butts, but far fewer of them have explored this<br />
erogenous zone, and fewer still would admit it. Compared with<br />
heterosexual guys, gay men tend to be more familiar with their<br />
prostrates. We are much more likely to associate this little<br />
gland with pleasure rather than<br />
embarrassment during physical exams.<br />
Some research suggests that our prostrates<br />
are healthier, too.<br />
Just the same, there is a certain sense<br />
of mystery about our sphincters. Unless<br />
you are seriously flexible, you’ve probably<br />
not seen this part of your body directly<br />
yourself. Your partner or boyfriend or<br />
even a casual trick probably has a clearer<br />
picture of what you look like down there<br />
than you do yourself. (Hint: buy a small<br />
mirror and enjoy the view.)<br />
There are other reasons why butt<br />
holes are powerful, pleasurable and even<br />
mystical. According to psychoanalytic<br />
theory, gaining control over this part of<br />
our bodies is the way young children begin<br />
mastering their environment — by<br />
pleasing mom and dad at diaper-changing<br />
time. This little ring of muscle (two rings,<br />
actually) starts to take on a sense of<br />
importance about that time.<br />
The anal sphincter has lots of nerve<br />
endings capable of great delight when<br />
massaged or probed by someone who<br />
knows what he is doing. Deeper inside, the<br />
nerve endings aren’t so well educated.<br />
Nerve endings inside the rectum mostly<br />
signal “full” or “empty.” Therefore, the<br />
pleasure some men get from a large cock is<br />
likely to be psychological, unless that big<br />
fella is rubbing against the prostate.<br />
Some of us learn to hold these<br />
muscles very tight indeed. To call someone<br />
a “tight ass” is to call them stressed-out,<br />
rigid and controlling. One reason anal sex<br />
is so pleasurable is that it requires us to<br />
relax these overly-tight muscles. You can<br />
have the rest of your body relaxed and still have a tense<br />
sphincter. Relax the sphincter, though, and you’re not<br />
likely to find much physical tension anywhere else in<br />
the body.<br />
Odd, then, that anal sex has often held a sense of<br />
the forbidden about it. Sexism and homophobia make<br />
anal sex a taboo in Western culture. Homophobes<br />
often misunderstand anal sex as somehow passive and<br />
“feminine.” This is ridiculous, of course. We all know<br />
lots of masculine men who prefer to be the receiver<br />
when it comes to fucking. And men who enjoy taking<br />
in their partner’s cock are often anything but passive!<br />
Many gay men find that the experience of anal sex<br />
has a spiritual element to it. If you think of sex as an<br />
exchange of energy, male sexual energy is typically<br />
hard, driving and forceful. (Think of ejaculation.)<br />
Taoists call this energy yang.<br />
Anal sex is perhaps the primary way men can<br />
cultivate the corresponding energy, called yin. It is easy<br />
to misidentify yang as male energy and yin as female.<br />
This is sexist oversimplification. Yin is soft, yielding,<br />
receptive, enfolding. In our culture, these are attributes<br />
that don’t always come easily to men. Men who<br />
“bottom” in anal sex can be perceived to be feeding<br />
their yin energy. Sex becomes a way of balancing<br />
energy and creating wholeness. Healthy anal sex is<br />
good for you.<br />
If your ideas about anal sex don’t include concepts<br />
like softening and enveloping, it may be because most<br />
of us don’t know any better. Where did you learn<br />
about anal sex Did it come up in sex ed classes in<br />
junior high Not likely, I’m afraid. Did Dad talk with<br />
you about your butt hole when he discussed the birds<br />
and the bees Doubtful. Probably one gay man in a<br />
thousand has had a healthy conversation about anal<br />
sex with a parent or teacher. In addition, there is<br />
something of a prejudice against penetration among<br />
some gay men. Fantasies to the contrary, most men are<br />
not very skilled at helping inexperienced men learn to<br />
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enjoy being entered.<br />
Most of us learn about anal sex through either<br />
erotic videos or on-the-job training. The problem<br />
with this is that the teaching partner isn’t always<br />
patient or well-informed. And porn flicks rarely<br />
include much in the way of foreplay, moving from<br />
kissing to penetration as quickly as possible. Written<br />
porn is even less helpful, usually implying that<br />
penetration hurts like hell at first, only to be<br />
transformed into horny delight as the thrusting<br />
continues.<br />
There is a lot of misinformation out there. One<br />
recently published sex manual for gay men seems to<br />
suggest that if anal penetration is difficult, the<br />
partners involved should just keep at it; the muscles<br />
will fatigue and entry will be easier. Some men use<br />
drugs or numbing ointments to make penetration<br />
easier. These men are either trying too hard — and<br />
likely will hurt themselves — or they are learning to<br />
treat their bodies like machines. These are not loving<br />
acts. They are forms of violence against our<br />
own bodies. The truth is we cannot love<br />
our whole selves if we do not learn to love<br />
our holes.<br />
Anal sex is too often portrayed as all<br />
about penetration, conquest and power. It<br />
is too infrequently presented as learning to<br />
savor the subtle sensations and mysteries of<br />
our bodies.<br />
Next time, we’ll take a look at why<br />
some men find such an erotic charge<br />
around barebacking and what is sometimes<br />
called “transgressive sex.”<br />
John R. Ballew, M.S., is a licensed professional<br />
counselor in private practice in Atlanta. He<br />
specializes in issues related to coming out,<br />
sexuality and relationships, spirituality and<br />
career. He can be reached via the web at<br />
www.bodymindsoul.org or at (404) 874-8536.<br />
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Alone, I move out from the shadows<br />
to the center of the dance floor. My jeans<br />
are weighted low across my hips, a halfempty<br />
bottle of water pressed firmly against<br />
my backside. I feel his sweaty presence<br />
surface on my skin. He has a passionate,<br />
yet hardened, caress. The faintly pungent<br />
scents of leather and sweat emanate from<br />
his grip. Callused hands press me tightly<br />
against the warm center of his thighs. Two<br />
fingers slide effortlessly between a belt loop<br />
on either side of my hips. Two, large,<br />
strong thumbs press against my skin,<br />
instructing me from side to side.<br />
In this heightened state of being, the<br />
slightest gesture prevails - the cock of a<br />
head, the ever-inviting smile, the faintest<br />
tremor.<br />
I travel the length of his arm, gliding<br />
up his bicep, my palms returning flat<br />
against the rock hard edge of his triceps.<br />
intensify into a wild, hot torque of flesh.<br />
For one split second, my eyes open,<br />
sweat dripping from my brow, and dart<br />
outward across the crowded floor. Peter<br />
pulls into view, his own tight muscular<br />
frame pressed firmly between two men.<br />
The grin on his face is at once sheepish,<br />
perhaps envious Our eyes instinctively<br />
meet and, without a single word needed, he<br />
throws me a quick “thumbs-up” before<br />
slipping back into his own private shadow.<br />
The groove is dark, bass-heavy, steady,<br />
and dare I say it, throbbing<br />
The faint fluttering above my groin<br />
tightens as I imagine it is my own hands<br />
traveling the length of my torso and waist,<br />
my own hot embrace pressed tightly to my<br />
side. I trace every texture and curve of my<br />
skin, suddenly acutely aware of my own<br />
body, of its limitations and restraints, the<br />
way it bends and turns, the way it smells,<br />
A Private<br />
His body tapers to a single inviting beat,<br />
his hips thrust me forward and deeper into<br />
the crowd, back into the shadows.<br />
A certain excitement awakens.<br />
I close my eyes in quiet abandon,<br />
concerned less with who this stranger is<br />
and more with the sheer masculinity of the<br />
moment - the strength of his hands, the<br />
pressing warmth of his chest against my<br />
back. In sweaty synchronization, in a<br />
glittering heated sheen, we glide from side<br />
to side. All eyes, it seems, turn in our<br />
direction, peering out from under caps and<br />
beneath masks.<br />
The groove travels between us, its<br />
rhythm pulling us together, igniting us into<br />
a rock hard one. I’m loving the music,<br />
really feeling its flow, completely immersed<br />
in the tribal drums and awash in the<br />
sounds and smells around me as they<br />
the way each hypnotic beat rushes right<br />
through me. It is myself that I am<br />
instructing, my body filling with the scents<br />
and sights of the dance floor.<br />
The groove reasserts itself in a<br />
commanding crescendo.<br />
I try and turn to face my unseen<br />
stranger, but I am met with firm resistance.<br />
He is in control. This is his moment. He<br />
wants me to surrender to his dance. I<br />
understand and, for now, I accept.<br />
Brandon is the Global Groove Guy. He is featured on<br />
every CD cover of Centaur Entertainment’s monthly<br />
CD series, which presents the best new dance music from<br />
around the world. Each CD is continuously mixed by a<br />
rotating line-up of your favorite DJs. Brandon is<br />
photographed exclusively by renowned image-maker,<br />
David Morgan. Each month, in the CD liner notes and<br />
on centaurmusic.com, Brandon writes about different<br />
facets of the dance music experience.<br />
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by Brandon
Taking a Bullet<br />
by J Chris<br />
“Can you smell it” he whispers in my ear, plunging the clear<br />
plastic device deep into my nose. Colored beams from the<br />
spinning lights above reflect off his heavy chest, glossed wet<br />
with sweat, and a mark resembling a biohazard label spins<br />
wildly on his shoulder. Then it fades into the intense barrage of<br />
lights cascading from above. My hand<br />
presses deeper into his jeans pocket, where<br />
I’ve deposited a small slip of paper with<br />
my name and number scrawled. I attempt<br />
to repeat his name in my mind, but I only<br />
draw a blank as the fine white powder<br />
begins ceasing my brain. He smiles, and a<br />
blur of names fills my mind - Mike, Tom,<br />
Dan, Frank. I close my eyes and we grasp<br />
hands tightly in a primal dance of<br />
moisture, light, music and ecstasy. A rush<br />
of heat overwhelms me followed by an<br />
eerie calmness that deadens my senses.<br />
Lyrics from the loudspeakers muffle and<br />
drift until silence falls.<br />
Startling me from my slumber, the<br />
telephone rings, bolting me upright.<br />
Comforting sounds of my home have<br />
replaced the pounding hard house music. I<br />
sit upright momentarily, undressed down<br />
to my briefs, but then I collapse backward<br />
resuming my docile role atop the<br />
comforter. I’m home. I don’t want to be<br />
awake, and I feel like crap.<br />
Listening to my messages later,<br />
miscellaneous images from the night enter<br />
and exit my mind. The messenger’s<br />
congested voice sounds familiar, “Hey Jim,<br />
this is Shawn from the bar. I don’t know if<br />
you remember that bump I shared with<br />
you last night, but I managed to get you<br />
home and to your bed. Sorry we<br />
didn’t get to play or anything. Hell, even a<br />
goodnight kiss would’ve been nice, but<br />
you kinda fell out. Oh well, it’s<br />
probably for the best. Sounds like I’ve<br />
caught a nasty cold anyway. I’ll call again<br />
later.” I save his message and try to recall<br />
the night’s events. “Well, at least we didn’t<br />
do anything, but why do I feel so achy” I ask myself,<br />
now convinced that I, too, am getting sick.<br />
Jim, like thousands of gay men, routinely enjoys<br />
Saturday nights at his local dance club. Often that<br />
means men, music, drugs and sex - and all the stress<br />
that goes along with these activities. MedEvent<br />
founder Chris Mann, a doctor of sports medicine, has<br />
spent the past two years traversing the Circuit<br />
organizing gay-friendly, party-knowledgeable forces to<br />
provide first aid for those who have overindulged.<br />
Between assists, Dr. Mann has had plenty of time to<br />
witness typical dance floor behaviors. From this, he<br />
began drawing conclusions about the role of drug<br />
paraphernalia - primarily bullets and bumpers - in the<br />
transmission of bacteria and viruses.<br />
“It’s a mindless blood on blood transport that we<br />
haven’t been thinking about,” says Dr. Mann, referring<br />
to sharing bullets. “It could transmit all kinds of<br />
diseases, including HIV.”<br />
Dr. Mann began discussing this issue among gay<br />
health authorities in San Francisco last spring. At the<br />
time, the significance that bullets play in disease<br />
transmission raised some initial concern among the<br />
leaders, he says. Dr. Mann decided to spearhead a<br />
campaign to educate and encourage behavioral change<br />
among those who use powder drugs, such as cocaine,<br />
ketamine and crystal methamphetamine. When<br />
snorted, these powders can dry out the nasal passages<br />
and cause bleeding, either directly or from irritation<br />
caused by blowing the nose. Exchanging even small<br />
amounts of blood via a device such as a plastic “bullet”<br />
or “bumper” may lead to transmission of infectious<br />
diseases such as hepatitis B, hepatitis C, and the<br />
common cold.<br />
“When we got to thinking about it, the practice<br />
of sharing bullets was going on in the dark, hundreds<br />
of times on dance floors, and nobody was really<br />
thinking about what they were doing,” Dr. Mann says.<br />
“This could potentially transmit all the sexually<br />
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transmitted diseases, including hepatitis and HIV. It’s<br />
actually a pretty risky behavior when you think about<br />
taking blood from someone you don’t know, and<br />
you’re snorting into your absorbent nasal passages.<br />
Even if you don’t get HIV, you may get any number<br />
of infections, be they viral or bacterial.”<br />
The Centers for Disease Control cites shared<br />
straws for snorting cocaine as a transmission route for<br />
hepatitis and other infectious diseases. According to<br />
Dr. Mann, infectious disease specialists have<br />
established a 1-in-400 infection rate associated with<br />
HIV transmission from bloody mucosa to bloody<br />
mucosa.<br />
While there have been no known cases where<br />
bullets or bumpers have been specifically cited as the<br />
carrier of the HIV virus, Dr. Mann points out that<br />
few individuals are open with their physicians<br />
regarding drug usage. In addition, he notes that few<br />
in the health care industry are aware of the possible<br />
significance that drug use could have on the spread of<br />
disease. Physicians are not likely to make the<br />
correlation of the possibility of infection on the dance<br />
floor. “The medical community is totally ignorant to<br />
this behavior,” Dr. Mann says.<br />
Worse than bullets, bumpers have a shape that<br />
lends to further insertion into the nose, Dr. Mann<br />
says. “They’re especially dangerous, because their tips<br />
are not as rounded as bullet tops. Bumpers are<br />
designed to be inserted in the nose, like a nasal<br />
sprayer. They go up the nose further,” he says. “Using<br />
a key and holding it to the end of your nose is much<br />
safer.”<br />
“Obviously, the most desirable option<br />
is to not use drugs, but this isn’t a practical<br />
approach,” he says. “I recommend that you<br />
keep your bullet to yourself. Or try to wipe<br />
it off, and make sure it’s clean if you’re<br />
sharing a bullet. Know the medical history<br />
of the person with whom you’re sharing or<br />
use something else to do the drugs.”<br />
Dr. Mann hopes that, gradually,<br />
behavior on the dance floor and at parties<br />
will change, but he realizes that a long road<br />
lies ahead.<br />
Besides Dr. Mann, there are few<br />
known authorities, but he credits Craig R.<br />
Waldo, Ph.D., a research specialist with the<br />
UCSF Center for AIDS Prevention Studies<br />
and the UCSF AIDS Research Institute, as<br />
another source of information. Dr. Mann<br />
praised Waldo for his interest in this<br />
relatively new area of disease transmission<br />
via drug paraphernalia. But, the fight, he<br />
contends, remains a one-man battle.<br />
“Right now, there aren’t many<br />
resources, and the best thing to do is spread<br />
the word to change your dance floor<br />
habits,” says Dr. Mann. “If you’re going to<br />
party, do it safely. And if you use a bumper<br />
or bullet, use it just for yourself.”<br />
Dr. Mann welcomes input from those who have<br />
information or statistics on this behavior. He also<br />
welcomes mail at drmann11@aol.com or<br />
MedEvent, 601 Caduceus, Euless, TX 76053.<br />
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