Hell's Kitchen is Twitchin'!!!

I live in Hell's Kitchen in the 40's. Because I have a dog, I get to see alot of the neighborhood at any given time of the day or night. I don't know what this neighborhood is going thru, but you can't swing your pocketbook without hitting one GORGEOUS guy after another. I lived in the East Village thru most of the 90's and grew sooooo tired of that clonish white t-shirt, Dr. Martin boots, tight levi's and crew cut. It was cute for ablout a year, but it took on a sort of uniformity that was a little nauseating after awhile. Faggots are known for being colorful souls, LIVE a little. Hell's Kitchen is literally overflowing with every kind of queer your heart or butt could ever desire. Just today I passed aged queens in khaki's with sweaters around their necks walking their precious , overly groomed pooches. I saw unwashed, dreadlocked skate board fags standing on a corner with their arms around each other and smiling in the sunlight. Tight butted ,braodway dancer boys gliding gracefully on crowded sidewalks. Leather daddies in motorcycle vests , hip chained wallets and cowboy boots. Thugged out Latino papi's in baggy velour sweat suits with braided hair, goatees and juicy pink lips. Afro-centric brothers with wonderfully wooly hair walking hand in hand with an Asian daughter who's hair was as shiny as black satin. Hell's Kitchen has it working overtime!!!

I live for diversity across the board, but have to say a street teeming with diverse queer culture is a glorious sight to behold. My building has many a gay boy, a few drag queens and a host of lesbian couples. Ok the lezzies spoil the soup a little (just kidding). It is actually painful to leave my building looking like shit. I have selected outfits I wear for walking Jasper. I have taken to the simplicity of black. Well black with silver accents. I love to walk my baby in a black hoodie, black pull on pants, black hat and HUGE Dior silver sunglasses. They are actually obnoxious, but are sooooo forgiving when you have shaved eyebrows and do not feel like starting your day with a brow pencil. It's plain enough to move thru the streets, but cute enough that if I get clocked as that glamorous lady who often times emerges from my building, it's not quite so shocking for the uneducated soul that assumes I have my face painted and my hair done 24/7. I run into ALOT of people I know. In one day standing on a corner with my girlfriend Ashley I ran into DJ Texxx, Destiny, Eve Starr's husband Paul Loesel, an ex- fuck buddy, and at least 5 people that knew ME, but I had no idea who the hell they were. This is within 20 minutes. I love this neighborhood. And cruising shouldn't even be called cruising in Hell's Kitchen, it should be called "walking to the deli".

If you are a fag, a queen, or something in-between, come on over to Hell's Kitchen and enjoy the fab restaurants, great bars, and succulent scenery that will make you want to move here immediately. BTW, the park on 52 and 11th ave is extremely "friendly" around mid-afternoon. Take your puppy, drag your cat, put your fucking fish in a bowl and have a seat on the many benches that surround the public restrooms. The guys are soooo chatty in bewteen "potty breaks". I haven't ventured into the loo myself yet because Jasper is pee shy. I just sit there behind my huge Dior shades and watch the circus go by.

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SWEETIE