The Hanger in The West Village

I went to my first Gay Bar in the village!  My friend Monica and I were the only 2 women in there for the longest time.  I don’t even think they had female restrooms.  I remember telling my photographer Cha-phon Lebowitz that if I see one penis I am going to storm out… in that same breath a stripper hopped on stage with his Joe Boxer Tighty Whities and started twirking it!  WHy was he fine though?! lolll

OH EM GEE!!!!

So, I never saw penis… but I did see men who were comfortable with themselves in a relaxed setting.  I think I was the only uptight one in the room (until Spanish papi came out and did his tighty whitie dance lmaoooo).  I had a good time… we stayed there for a bit then went out on the pier and people watched with a slushy in hand. *sighs* Life was so simple of Sunday night…  It was nice to get out by the water and just sit, reflect, and engage in conversation with intelligent, mature people.