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I also work in a sex toy store. I've never thought of myself as a sex worker either. It's not like there's any actual sex going on in the store... except on DVD. I guess we are "in the industry", though, if only tangentially.
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@lulacleo. At no point in this community is there a fence blocking you from government property. There is access to all parts of the park from public accessible roads. If you have a problem with the access of those entrance's take it up with the federal government and tell them to fix your so called "ILLEGAL" problem. We are a gated community. There are gated communities across the country. Why is Breezy point such a big deal?
Just being anywhere in Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx and occasionally Staten Island is enough to bring great pleasure.
My, My. In haste, I missed many typoze. ;/ Sorry, Spank me. Please...PLEASE.... ;))
Wow. Talk about confusing contradictory posts. People have different tastes. No two people see the same thing exactly the same way. People should assume diverse definitions of "attractive", "gross", "crazy".
Do I trust the article? Do I trust any of the comments here? Why should I trust any of them? I don't know these people, and I've given-up assuming that people don't have personal agendas (nutty, sick or otherwise).
Me? I'm a 50 year old white man, divorced, single, unattached, hungry. Seems ludicrous to write this, but men and women of all ages are typically surprised I'm much over 40. I'm cute, good-looking, in great shape, nice, well-dressed, very intelligent, clean, blah..blah. I should not have a hard-time meeting women that I'm attracted to. I can when I make the effort.
However, every now and then I want to be in a very erotic environment, where I can let my sexuality come-out without feeling dirty, akward or at risk. I want to be in an environment that's the opposite of the read world: where violence, rudeness, pretense, self-righteous judgment, and repressiveness is the norm. I want it replaced with natural sexuality expressed without shame, appreciated, accepted, encouraged.
The following is my attempt at sharing some funky "group sex" experiences I've had. These are my only such experiences. They are so pathetic as to be humurous. The length of this post is outrageous, I know. Think of it as my attempt to have sex in pubic with the idea of having sex in public. "Oh, the keyboard feels so rigid and tight! ;p) Anyway, if you don't like it, feel free to hit the buzzer and a another web link. -Peace, Love and Happiness.
I've been to one event, in NYC. It was billed as a sex party with a very nominal cover of $25. It was held in a basement-space of under an old bar in an old brick building in the Greenwich Village Area. One of the people that worked there told me the space was usually used for gay parties. No problem for me. The young women trying to seduce me there were actually female. I learned the difference from living for four years in Thailand ("If woman look too perfect, he isn't", etc.)
The place consisted of a long-narrow mingling-area with bare brick walls, low mood lighting, a bar with tender, long cushioned seat-boxes, and some small round bar tables and chairs. No windows. Clean bathrooms. In other words, it was a reasonable approximation of a thousand small up-scale bars in the Cit, but with definite signs of aging and weariness. While the surfaces deemed seem tacky, there was still a hint of tackiness to the place. Was it a slight scent of mustiness, or a the stale smell of past drinks? Were the cheap "working girls" perfumes mixing with a hint of gym sweatiness? Probably all the above. In any event, none of it was overpowering. I certainly didn't want the lights turned-up more.
In the back was a raised platform with dividers. In between them were large futon-like mattress covered in darkly-colored sheets and pillows. Upon quick inspection, them seemed cleaned. Yeah.
To my chagrin, I found that all the women were looking for some extra cash. They doled out services at a discount rate--quantity over quality. The women were over 18 but seemed all below 25. The majority seemd African American and Hispanic. For the most part, they all seemed fairly attractive to me. None were gross. None were stunning. The guys, on the other hand, looked between 30-50 and a bit confused. People either drank of left. The girls were relentless flirts, which had it moments for me.
I desire going-in was to having as much sex with as many women as I could. I was not interested in sharing with another guy. I was fine watching others having sex, but only if they were good-looking.
This was my first time having sex with other people around and watching. Did it turn me on? I'm not sure. I didn't pay that much attention to others. It seemed weird at the time. I felt the eyes of some male voyeurs on me. Without women voyeurs as well, it felt a bit creepy.
Nevertheless, I felt the thrill of my first time being able to walk-up to and have sex with a woman at a party, with the rest of the part not minding in the least. The thrill turned into a moment of feeling "dirty", which then turned into a long-lasting feeling of freedom. Not that it was free. Also, full nudity and full-service was off the menu. I had the feeling doing otherwise would leave everyone too much at risk if the NYPD paid a visit.
There were fetishes on exhibit, per say. No bondage, latex, fresh fruit and vegetables or toys. Not even boa feathers or use of ice-cubes. I'm not into pain or humiliation. Being at a group hooker meet were almost everything interesting is off the menu was enough, thank you. This was boring and un-erotic for me. I went, I came, I left. End of story.
All together, I think I spend around $125 for drinks, flirting, watching. fondling and a blow-job. Was it worth it? It was an experience. I've had far worse with blind dates. Would I do it again? I haven't, and it's been fifteen years since them.
I didn't want to pay per-person and per-expression of sexuality. I'm good-looking and erotic, and I wanted to meet same without a cash register between us, and with no I have no idea how to find them. I am confident that my ideal party would not be advertised on a public access website or promoted in a public forum/chat-room. I don't know anyone I think would know or would admit to it.
So, here is the reality: without doing my homework and taking the time to meet people who know people who know people, I stand next to zero chance of being handed an invitation. If I have a willing female partner, I might get invited to a less discriminating party, but I don't want the lack of quality for me. If I become extremely wealthy, money could probably help me find my way quicker, because it would allow me to more freely explore, travel, socialize, party exotically.
Perhaps I might get lucky beyond reason. I would discount that entirely, except that I've experienced some odd luck in the past. For example I won an insane contest that led me to having fun sex with two stunning blonds for free. I'm not making this up: years ago, there was a very high-end service based in NYC run by a young guy with more than 1 or 2 screws lose. I came across his modeling website one day, and I was surprised to read that he was hosting a contest about who could write the best poem or song about his model GF. WTF?
Well, WTF! I submitted an entry and won a once-in-a-lifetime crazy one-hour freebie with any model he rep'd that I chose. I met the web-enabled hustler at his lovely loft/office/love-shack. It was very surreal. He seemed nice, gracious even. He also seemed intense, edgy and had an air of being dangerous.
The guy asked me to pick from his on-line "model portfolio", reminding me I could pick anyone I chose, he would see if they were immediately available and I would pay nothing, not even a tip. I chose a stunning Swedish blond whose bio summary said she was working on her her MBA. Um, OK...
Before I knew it, I was leaving with a big grin, and a very mellow mood. On my way out, I went to say goodbye and thanks to the guy, but he was busy talking to a well-dressed man about something to do with uptown real-estate. I immediately got an awkward vibe the other man was an undercover detective. In any event, it wasn't the place, time or situation for me to validate my hunch. I left and shrugged-it off. I wasn't surprise to read in the local news a few weeks later that that the pimp was arrested, shut-down and jailed. Duh.
Well, since then, I've had a very different but even weirder and more bizarre "lucky" break, However, do I think that by perusing the web I will find the perfect high-quality private sex group for myself? Ha. Ha. Either I do my homework, take my time to meet new people and network, or go with a woman to lesser-quality event.
In response to the above comments, you should check out my artist interview series -- A Random Moment With -- they're all not young but I do include a diverse group. It's an ongoing series so check back weekly! http://abigailekuewrites.blogspot.com/search/label/A%20Random%20Moment%20with
I need to come up and check this place out! Awesome to see the energy and passion you all have for the business.
Mike Smollon
Annapolis, Md
The near-absence of artists of color on this list is disturbing.
Nice piece! Though many of these artists are not "young." It's great to feature all of them but it drives me a bit batty the way that youth obsession works in arts media. I write this as a 44 year old who is often described as a "young artist." I'm not. 44 is really not young. I feel the media wants to make its readership excited about something interesting and fresh, so we must then be perpetually young? It's also a disservice to artists who are actually young - the 25 and unders who don't get enough of the spotlight because those of us who've been working for 25 years keep getting ink as "the new young things." It's bonkers.
Very cool article, but maybe changing the title to 8 young "musicians" you should know, + one theater troupe and one playwright.
Using the term "artist" as a blanket term for anyone who makes anything more complex than a monkey wrench is both misleading and alienating to painters, typographers, sculptors, draftsmen etc. Yes, art is everywhere, and anyone can create art... but not everyone is an artist. As an illustrator and animator myself, I was expecting to see artists. Bit of a let down.
Cool none the less though
Why is it that no one seems to want to ask about Bay Ridge's underlying geology? Where I come from, we grew up learning about karst topography and how sinkholes can rapidly form because limestone beneath the topsoil was being rapidly warn away by natural forces and by shoddy agricultural and development practices. Bay Ridge has been the heavily populated, 6-story-apartment-buildings-filled neighborhood that it is today for only about a century. Can we get a geologist interviewed and figure out if our development policies are aggravating a uniquely-vulnerable bedrock or somethin gof the sort?
perhaps the City should pay greater attention to the water and sewer infrastructure.
@Ani UhKnee Sepekoff
Well, considering that I'm the one paying them, yes, the writers who contributed to this article were paid.
@Jonny Diamond
This list was chosen by a small group of people who live in Brooklyn who are paid to put out a magazine; it's entirely (and obviously) subjective and it would be impossible to isolate a single set of objective criteria for why we chose what we chose.
Not sure many of the writers get paid, it's a free publication after all. From what I understand, many of the contributors are unpaid.
this is no hipster, this is yuppie or bobo (bourgeois-boheme) which is the materialistic-grown up version of hipsters.
I cannot help noticing that you have an erroneous entry! The "Best Licensed Spot of a Brooklyn Band in a Brooklyn-Based TV Show" belongs to Hungry March Band with their cameo in Episode 4 of I Just Want My Pants Back. This Brooklyn born'n'bred group was integral to the storyline and even got this hilarious bit of dialogue directed at them: "Oh you and your ironic hipster marching bands...always knowing when to show up."
Absolutely loved this article!!! Major props to telling it like it is.
that is my friend, Sara!!! we went to middle school and high school together. omg, i'm so happy for her. <3