No, not a gay bar called Friction (though I'm sure it's out there), nor is it friction in a gay bar (keepin' it clean here), but friction in queer hoods between the bars that made those neighborhoods queer and the neighbors that moved close to those bars:
Christopher Street, and the Christopher Street pier, have become a magnet for lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender youth, who celebrate late into the night. Nearby residents, who themselves mostly identify as LGBT, have been complaining bitterly about the collective boisterousness.
The controversy, playing out in the local community board, is the subject of some discussion in the bars that still line the street, with patrons taking different sides: A patron of Ty’s finds the kids “a little scary…and loud” while a patron at The Hangar says “they’re a part of our culture.”
It's difficult to understate the importance of queer bars - for decades separatist queer life has revolved around them - and no sooner than queers start truly assimilating (or rather not separating in the first place) than does a backlash against the very same energy that nourished the community appear. I can't imagine a West Village without a Christopher Street, but then it's hard to reconcile the drastic mood shift as one turns the corner onto Bleeker Street. It seems a foregone conclusion that highbrow commerce will win out over lowbrow sexuality. An apt ending to an era in queer history, given the economics that seem to be fueling said assimilation...
I meant to blog this... in September. Ted's Burger Christ (hard to see the crown of thorns from this angle) and Friend from the Deitch Art Parade. The hand holding added a really endearing tenderness... but also helped guide the burger, who was blinded by shifting toppings (and generally quite uncomfortable from what I heard). Suffering for art is a cliche worth repeating, especially when it brought so much joy.
I also enjoyed the whore cops and the half-assed ghosts (really, more of an aural performance).
Remember the whiny, insecure kid in nursery school, the one who
always thought everyone was out to get him, and was always running to
the teacher with complaints? Chances are [she/] he grew up to be a
huh? oooh - dish. Jack & Jeanne Block's study of Berkeley nursery school kids (tracked down as adults) presents a counter argument to the "whiny liberal" bullshit we're all too aware of. Turns out we are the cool kids after all:
The whiny kids tended to grow up conservative, and turned into rigid
young adults who hewed closely to traditional gender roles and were
uncomfortable with ambiguity.The confident kids turned out
liberal and were still hanging loose, turning into bright,
non-conforming adults with wide interests. The girls were still
outgoing, but the young men tended to turn a little introspective.
You know that feeling when you've been in a relationship for a long,
long time, but it feels like you fall in love over and over again?
That's how this clip will make you feel about Jon Stewart, favorite
imaginary hubby to many. Go click now to see a steaming portion of quality Daily Show mash-up of Bushit.