An angry snowman on Christopher Street. It looks like he's mad that he can't get a cab to stop for him.
The intersection of Christopher and Bleecker
My height-challenged dogs, Rudy and Emme, on Charles Street
Showing posts with label west village. Show all posts
Showing posts with label west village. Show all posts
Monday, December 27, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Well I just don't know what to say...
Sometimes you see something and are left scratching-your-head-speechless. Do you respond with snark? Sarcasm? Sympathy? Or just plain silence?
Not everyone is gifted with the blistering wit of Dorothy Parker, but perhaps you, dear reader, would have the correct responses in the following situations...?
Not everyone is gifted with the blistering wit of Dorothy Parker, but perhaps you, dear reader, would have the correct responses in the following situations...?
Seen on Amsterdam Ave, but appears all over the City.
FYI, only the paper is free. The on-line classes will cost you.
FYI, only the paper is free. The on-line classes will cost you.
Dec. 09 CPW. From the outside... ...on the inside
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
STONEWALL 1965 - A MEMORY
Posted by Darling!
I'd been to New York City twice before. The first time I was only nine years old on vacation with Mom and Dad. We stayed at The Taft Hotel near Times Square, where The Lester Lanin Orchestra played during dinner. I had a good laugh watching my Dad bounce up and down as he Fox-trotted Mother around the dance floor.
Some seven years later, I spent a weekend with my best friend and favorite lesbian Pat, staying at a co-ed YMCA on 34th street. At night we some how ended up in Little Italy at a mixed gay girl and guy bar called The Gold Bug.
This was now the summer of 1965. I was 17 years old still living with my parents in Michigan. And on this third visit I was by myself for the weekend. I didn't have any plans other then to go and explore the gay life of the city.
(More, and a photo from that trip, after the jump!)
I'd been to New York City twice before. The first time I was only nine years old on vacation with Mom and Dad. We stayed at The Taft Hotel near Times Square, where The Lester Lanin Orchestra played during dinner. I had a good laugh watching my Dad bounce up and down as he Fox-trotted Mother around the dance floor.
Some seven years later, I spent a weekend with my best friend and favorite lesbian Pat, staying at a co-ed YMCA on 34th street. At night we some how ended up in Little Italy at a mixed gay girl and guy bar called The Gold Bug.
This was now the summer of 1965. I was 17 years old still living with my parents in Michigan. And on this third visit I was by myself for the weekend. I didn't have any plans other then to go and explore the gay life of the city.
(More, and a photo from that trip, after the jump!)
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