1981
My roommate walked in this morning with a copy of the Village Voice and said, "There's a new cancer that only kills gays."
Some trick took me downtown to Rock City and then The Mudd Club to see a band called Our Daughter's Wedding sing "Lawnchairs Are Everywhere." I'll never forget it; it changed my life because he had the worst hair transplant I've ever seen. I don't like hair; if you're not sitting near a mirror you always have to wonder how it looks.
Saw The Clash at Bonds. The Sandinista guy wouldn't shut up and Joe Strummer had to kick him off the stage. It was real revolutionary.
Bridget Fonda moved into our dormitory. She's a total rocker chick, she fits right in. Our desk clerk, Martha Quinn, got a job on this music video network called MTV. Now we have to get our light bulbs and toilet paper from someone else.
Danny and I were having 3-way sex wtih this hot girl in his room at Rubin Dormitory. She was handcuffed to the radiator and we were tag-teaming her. Then she decided we should try a simultaneous 3-way position. The handcuffs were making it difficult; it was like playing Twister. All of the sudden this girl started screaming at the top of her lungs; she had dislocated her shoulder. Danny and I jumped up to find the key but she was in so much agony and she wouldn't stop screaming at the top of her lungs. Suddenly the door burst open and all these frat boys came running in to see what was wrong. Danny and and I were standing there greased up and boned with a naked woman laying the floor chained to a radatior and screaming bloody murder. Thank God she had the presence of mind to quickly explain to them that this was a consensual situation and some jock popped her shoulder back into place and everything was cool. Be we almost got in a lot of trouble.
Found a cool bar on second avenue a few blocks down from The Saint. It's called The Bar. They have a good jukebox. My first night there Klaus Nomi talked to me but he was scarier than Grace Jones. I saw Taylor Mead there.
Had sex in the dormitory rec room behind the bleachers while Rick Rubin and the Beastie Boys were rehearsing in the same room and didn't know we were there.
posted December 17, 2004 in print, sex.