Hey little sister who's your Superman?
Tres Gay!
And for those who don’t know who Rosabel is — its Emmy nominees DJ Abel and Ralphi Rosario. They’ll be opening Pride up for us with an 8+ hour set that they’ll spin together.
Trenton — along with former BF Tate Ryder — are Seattleites who were regulars at Q both as customers and as go-go dancers. So a couple of weeks ago we hosted the going away party for Trenton, who’s moving to Cali.
Here’s the video.
Well, I can’t tell you how long its been since I’ve been well and truly fucked — but my dry spell ended tonight and even after 5 hours have gone by since being repeatedly plunged I still feel all tingly Down There™ and think that having ended my heretofore mentioned dry spell with a bang I’m thinking I may embark upon a major cock hunt over the next 36 to 72 hours with the intention of turning myself into a pass around party bottom.
That or I’ll just read a good book.
In any event — we had this adorable 24 year old twink at the club tonight — pictures are below — who was dancing somewhat dishabille and who, after he had finished, came over to me and said, “Daddy, I’m a fucking phenomenal top with a gorgeous cock and you look as if you’re in desperate need to serve up some ass to someone who knows what to do with it.”
After exactly 1 nano second of contemplation I realized that there was simply no way for me to refuse such an overture.
And he was.
A phenomenal top with a gorgeous cock AND two of the biggest balls I’ve ever seen on a man that is!
Oh! And after he got done plunging me repeatedly I put out my “Dining in Rear” sign and as he leaned back and threw his legs over my shoulders and grabbed his beautiful cock and started stroking, I dove right in and spent the next hour or so attempting to coax his colon out of his rectum using just my mouth.
I’m pretty sure I’m suffering from ass burn on my face now.
We had Tedd spin at Q just a couple weeks ago and he sent me the link to his latest Soundcloud yesterday and I thought I’d share it here so you can see what a brilliant DJ he is.
Recovering from last night. Not because I got drunk — because I didn’t — but because events conspired to spin out of control resulting in my arriving home early this AM covered in someone else’s blood.
We had just called Last Call at the club and I was coming downstairs from the office and following two of my security people who were escorting a drunk and obstreperous customer down the stairs and to the exits.
Next thing I knew the customer starts swinging and all three of them, my security people and the fool of a customer, go tumbling all the way down the stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs — and after a short, sharp, fistfight — my security guys and I got the guy somewhat restrained and headed for the exit when, for no reason other than that he may have been jealous of my good looks, he clocks me upside my head.
An affront to my person to which I did not respond.
Amazingly.
Then he clocked me again.
To which I did respond.
As did my security team. And with extreme prejudice.
You can draw your own conclusions about what extreme prejudice means.
Then, once we got this clown out of the club and on the street, and while trying to keep him restrained in front of the club and whilst awaiting the arrival of the local Five-O — his nitwit girlfriend decided SHE wanted to assault my security people.
And when I stepped in to restrain her — SHE went upside my head.
The last time I saw either of them was when they were both being handcuffed and loaded into the back of an SPD prowler.
Oh, and while the arrests were taking place some fucking fool was ODing on GHB not twenty feet away.
Me and one of my other security guys ended up holding the ODer up between us while we monitored his heart and breathing until the EMTs could get to him, since he was basically close to cardiac failure.
This while I’m dripping the blood I mentioned at the beginning of this post. Blood from the fool being arrested not twenty feet away and who had apparently decided at some point during his evening’s revels that it was perfectly acceptable to assault two of my security people and moi.
All in all just another night in the life of a nightclub.
Oh, and as my security mama Angelique wrote to me via Facebook after the incident in a message checking up on me to make sure I was OK,
“I’m gonna just let you know this ahead of time. IF I EVER in life see a woman put her hands on you I will stomp that heffas jaw on a curb. And you’re just gonna have to be upset with me. There are only a select few I will try to kill people over and you are in that category.”
To say that Angelique is ‘a strong black woman’ would be an understatement of biblical proportions.
I luvz my people!
My girl Honey Dijon just put up a gorgeous tribute to Sound Factory — the REAL Sound Factory on 27th Street between 10th and 11th and not the pale simulacra uptown that stole the name — and imo the greatest nightclub EVAH!
We had Honey guest DJ at Q last month and she rolled out a number of these amazing tunes for her Seattle audience and I figured I’d share this with you here.
This is the music I learned how to dance to.
