Almost attacked for being a gay man.
A lesbian on her way home from a night out in the West Village is waiting on the subway platform and very nearly assaulted for being a gay man. Read the texts she sent to a friend shortly thereafter here, or if they won’t load on your mobile, you can scroll for the transcript below.
4:01 pm • 17 November 2013 •
Reasons to stay out of the Meatpacking District:
Them white girls be rhythmlessly wildin’ out for no reason. This stiletto’d cakeless child decided to “twerk” on me at Provocateur a couple of weeks ago and I had to hold myself back from hurting her feelings.
I don’t care if you dance.
But please don’t grind your bony behind into my crotch unless I expressly give you permission to do so. And you are probably not going to receive that permission unless you have a penis and a strong jaw. Thanks.
(Source: ohsoswiftly, via imcareagain)
5:02 pm • 16 November 2013 •
Strand Bookstore soaks homeless sidewalk sleepers; Internet reactions are far worse.
I’ve seen a lot of people talking about the Strand’s new policy of turning the sprinklers on periodically to deter homeless New Yorkers from sleeping on the sidewalks under their awning. Since the re-posts I see are largely from people I know and associate with, they pretty much take the same tone: Strand should be ashamed of themselves.
Not so for the rest of the internet. I rarely get disgusted by people’s comments, but this just seems like such a no-brainer, I really had a hard time trying to fathom how anyone could side with the Strand on this.
2:00 pm • 15 November 2013 •
We should just all work under the assumption that the L train is *not* working.
I used to live on the L train back in the day. As a matter of fact, I lived on it for almost two years. And of the roughly 700 days where I was a regular L-train passenger, it only worked when I really needed it for a cumulative total of about a month and a half.
It’s broken again this weekend — like reallllly broken — and of course all of the Brooklynites are pissed. But I’m like: Y’all need to lower your expectations because this shit is not new.
4:01 pm • 14 November 2013 •
Ladies, the NYPD says your skinny jeans make you look like a hooker.
Especially if you pair them with platform heels.
And here I thought some strange man’s dick in your mouth in exchange for money made you look like a hooker, when all it really takes in a pair of tight-fitting jeans.
Sorry Christina Milian…
…you are now a hooker.
(Maybe I didn’t use the very best example just then because all of that bright-ass pink isn’t really classing up the joint. Ol’ dude in the back knows what I’m talking about.)
2:00 pm • 12 November 2013 •
I guess I can talk about that straight guy I picked up on the subway.
I’ve thrown a few Tweets out there into the universe about this guy I picked up last month, but I haven’t really put the whole story out there. It’s been awhile since y’all have had a good personal yarn from me, so I’ll spin this real quick.
8:00 pm • 11 November 2013 •
Look at this photo.
Alright, gay New York. You are officially doing too much. I must be too old and too prudish for gay nightlife because I cannot.
Let me just re-stock my yarn drawer and ready myself for this Murder She Wrote re-boot because clearly I am out of touch and need to retire from the clubs. I am still really excited about this bag of peppermint hard candies I found on sale at the Rite Aid, so I’m actually at peace with my retirement.
3:52 pm • 8 November 2013 •
Your AIDS Walk donations are mostly going towards rent.
Every year, people donate money to the Gay Men’s Health Crisis and the AIDS Walk, and every year we’re under the assumption that the majority of that money goes toward patients and services. In reality, only 3% of our money ends up helping people. Most of it goes toward paying for their fancy office on W 33rd St.
2:00 pm • 7 November 2013 •