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Laid Off
The brothel responsible for Nova’s 2 hour “occupation-by-circumstance” seems to have closed. Discoteca Help, the club C-mixto insisted we visit as a “dance institution of Latin America” has closed shop, to the delight of some and heartbreak of others. Ladies- if your man takes you to Brazil and says he wants to visit a popular disco while the cab driver insists that it’s not the place to go with your lady while flashing you nervous eyes from the rear-view mirror, then chances are you are going to a sex-tourism spot. In Discoteca Help’s instance, you are going to a disco-brothel. Nova managed to make a career and genre for herself within minutes as the “anything goes” variety due to her, gasp!, willingness to dance together with a man and let him rest his hand on her forbidden shoulder. C-mixto could not convince the bouncer we were a couple and I was scolded for not following the proper protocol. Cio, Discoteca Help. Thanks for the memories.
the loneliest taxi stand…
When in a cab migrating north or south on the Henry Hudson during evening hours, if I’m not scanning the Hudson river sparkling with city lights, then my head is often turned towards that interesting territory adjacent to the highway where the city starts. One thing that always captures my attention but never the lens of my camera is the lonely taxi stand outside of Hustler. That’s a strip club, for those not in the know. Taxi stands are not a familiar sight, at least in the parts of the city I find myself in. Usually every where you step is a taxi stand, created by your very own self when you peak outside the sidewalk with a raised hand. Voila. Taxi stand. But right off the highway is a canopied (glass?) stand with a large sign, “Taxi” around the corner (but out of sight of) Hustler’s doors. I’ve never seen someone standing in it, and I’m always looking whenever I pass. And I just have to think that it is the loneliest taxi stand, without a person and more so if someone’s in there. There is no hiding your nocturnal activities if you’re standing in this glass box with a glaring sign,-Hey, I’ve just been enjoying some gyrating, pole happy tits, fantasy is over and now I need to go home… if you are trying to be discreet. And if you weren’t in Hustler and just need a cab, people will probably never believe it. I’m waiting for the day I see someone waiting in it, to imagine all the stories that accompanies standing in the taxi stand in front of Hustler on the West Side Highway. What probably bothers me is that it is a scene set for a character who hasn’t walked onto the pages yet.
Have any other lonely taxi stands, or thoughts on this one?
Moving on… in salsa
How long has it been, 3 months now, that I’ve been dancing on 2? The timeline is skewed- like women lying about their age, it’s better to perpetually say 3 months so guys don’t expect much from you and fling you around the floor like an orbiting satellite crashing to earth. I think it’s somewhere close to three months. Here’s a salsa update:
- Still obsessed. Bianca and I are dragging JPLogan back down with us. Bra-ha ha!
- Retired the heels for an elegant lower (still feminine) pair so I don’t feel like an AT-ST being jostled by Ewoks.
- Finding my own… one teacher who has been trying to correct a bounce I have in my steps has resigned that it is “just my style” and plans to include it in his choreography. I should ask him to call it the Nova (our salsa vocab is now 3 words: the Nova, the fire hydrant and the BJ Dive). Moving on… in salsa – continue reading …
Bruce Leroy Dances Here Now
This post is completely dedicated to Roc Belushi of Harlem Hubris. He’s got one funny-ass blog on pretty much everything in the headlines, uncensored. Roc’s mind is a cool place to be in. His readers say he is a magnet for star-sightings, and he has some mean-ass commentary on them. He often graces me with his celebrity name knowledge because I am mostly clueless. Roc! Miss our lessons!
So of course I didn’t know who C-mixto and this big nerdy looking guy were fussing about in Cielo last night when the big guy kept exclaiming, “Yo! It’s Leroy! It’s Leroy!”
Bruce Leroy (Taimak) of the cult classic, The Last Dragon was taking in the beats of Alex Pearce and Cielo last night in NYC. C-mixto said Roc would appreciate a post on it. Him and his crew seemed way cool and I respect that he got down to the beats too.
You can also see him get down with Janet in her abstinence promoting video, “Let’s Wait Awhile”
To refresh your Last Dragon Memory, check out the fight scene:
Dance here now with…
Q&A with Alex Pearce | Dance.Here.Now. @ Cielo – Thursday, July 2nd
Body Bag Stiletto Guy Revealed
News flash- we’ve got our finger on the NYC pulse, because in today’s NY Times Sunday Styles section, there is an article about the guy in the body bag wanting you to step on him that I told you about in Cielo. The picture to the left is from the NY Times, follow the link. Surprise, surprise, he does derive some pleasurable satisfaction from being stepped on, ergo why I didn’t step on him without knowing the real deal. That’s like being an unknowing participant in a sex act. At least now I know for next time, and can make an informed decision.
UPDATE: Forgot to thank avid Urban Odyssey reader, DIVAFISH for showing me the article!
Step to Cielo
Fans of House music (which is very much odyssey travel music): Cielo and DJ Alex Pearce are a nice match. The club is spotless (with a swimming pool smell that doesn’t seem to bother me); it’s cozy (not like a an over-hyped coliseum (like the old Twilo)) and has the best lighting and sound system I’ve experienced in a club. The music is thumping, but not piercing.
Turns out there is a guy who has been asking (and getting permission from) various clubs and DJs to lay on the floor in a body bag with a sign that says “Step on me” with a modestly drawn happy face. In Cielo he was situated right under the bar to capture high traffic. Everything on him is covered in the padded body bag, except his nose. He has pale skin, (not sure if it is make-up to make him look like a corpse), but I swear I detected a pleasurable grin under his cloak.
Now who is this guy that asks to be stepped on? Bar talk theories:
- An S&M enthusiast
- A performance artist
- A graduate student doing his thesis on group attitudes and behavior on masochistic requests
As I watched girls climb on top of him to order drinks, their heels digging into his stomach, I saw his back arch and torso cave in. Was it to adjust to the weight or was it a pleasure groan? I refused to step on him. Ain’t going to get that type of service from me, stranger. At least not without an introduction.
Oh, Rio!
This one’s for C-mixto.
C-mixto thought it romantic to whisk me away to Brazil a few years ago. Rio to be exact.
If you’re never been to Rio, here are three points to consider before going:
- If a woman traveling with your man, be very secure in yourself (I mean your looks and your relationship).
- If you’re a man traveling with a woman you’re not crazy about, reconsider your travel plans; you will not be able to hide this once you land.
- If you’re a man traveling solo or with other guys, you probably already know what’s up, hence why you’re going there to begin with.
One night, dining along the shores of Copacabana, C-mixto suggests we go dancing. To the “biggest club in Latin America”, he claims. We hail a cab, get in, and C-mixto tells the driver our destination. The driver begins to drive, but with hesitation. Oh, Rio! – continue reading …
