It was the night of the DayGlo at Kenny Scharfand Scott Ewald’s Cosmic Cavern party. I was wearing silver lamé and sequins, a red petticoat, a pink tutu and turquoise petti-pants when I stopped to take a picture of the most colorful couple in town, Zazoo and Satori
More Fang for the Buck: Two Valentine’s Day Parties To Get The Blood Pumping By Gerry Visco Vampires may be dead, but theyshould never be boring. And though there were plenty of beasts and dark angels…
By Gerry Visco I gave Ethan Hawke a shot at me, but no, the dude just stared vacantly into my eyes. I do think he liked what he saw, since he was smiling. So what…
-Gerry Visco Join me for TWO events this week, one on Wednesday, the other Thursday. I’m performing on Wednesday night at the Envoy Gallery and on Thursday four of my photographs will be displayed at…
This excellent new art space on Glenridge Avenue is opening a new show on January 28. Yes, there is going to be a splashy opening, and yes, you are all invited. Rob Greco, the Gallery U…
By Gerry Visco Faggots usually avoid pussy. It’s become a cliché. But last week Earl Dax reunited them with Pussy Faggot!, an evening of queer performance and culture at practically-in-the-East-River spot The Delancey Lounge, attracting a motley…
I’ve seen lots of kinky stuff in my day, but I’ve rarely seen something as depraved as watching a grown man, in this case a good-looking young French guy, tongue kiss a sock puppet on…
Trouble loves me and I love trouble. I like to start a new year off with a bang, but not a tumble. “Are you OK?” someone asked, concerned. Not really—my lip was bleeding and my…
Waking up last Saturday morning, I noticed a stamp on my hand that read “Fuck You.” It was just my style.And also very much the style of The F Word—humor and a touch of crass…
Imagine the tart-tongued, bleached-headed Raven O, resident MC at The Box, belting out “I Don’t Get Around Any More.” Puhlease! She don’t get around anymore? If you believe that, Dorothy, you’re still in Kansas! This…