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Mar. 30th, 2024 09:11 amFunny Lady & I went to the Shameless crew's anniversary party at Massive, which is in the old R Place space. Oddly enough, despite R Place being a gay bar, I never went in there. It's just as well, though, because I've heard that R Place's management, like that of so many clubs, wasn't all that ethical in their dealings with DJs.
But anyway, Massive is three floors, two of which are set up as dance floors. Funny Lady pointed out that the HVAC on the top floor, which has by far the larger dance floor, isn't what it needs to be once lots of people start moving around in it. "We're Florida girls," I said. "We can handle it." And we did. Decor? Super gay neon. Bar staff? Awful purdy boys.
Choonz? Riz Rollins sounded fresher than I've heard from him in a long time. You love to hear it. Honorable mention to Nina Sol of San Francisco, who I'd never heard of before the event announcement.
Crowd? A house music crowd. Shirtless and occasionally harnessed gay boys. (There was a go-go boy with his jock strap stuffed with US dollars, but no go-go girls. Harrumph.) Sharply dressed Black women digging my corset. I was impressed with how many people were there half an hour after doors, i.e. 2230. It wasn't as absurdly packed as Re-bar was at its most extreme, but then again I think Massive's upper dance floor is bigger.
Shallow fashion details: black sheer & velvet top, red & black corset, short red chiffon-ish skirt, red fishnets over black leggings, 14-eyelet black patent Docs. Red accessories, eye shadow, and lips.
Oh! I can't hit the post button without reporting something Funny Lady & I saw while pre-funking at the Wildrose. There was one particular sweet young thing in very short shorts — ah, spring — who had a black handkerchief tied around her right thigh right below the hem of her shorts. Indeed, Funny Lady thought it was a pocket poking out until we saw it from a different angle. I didn't get a chance to confirm this hypothesis, but I think that girl was flagging.
For those of you who don't know, flagging was a system invented by the gay men's leather scene back in the '70s to let each other know at a glance what they're into. Various colors of hankies were worn sticking out of back pockets. (I knew more of the details than FL.) The left was for tops, the right was for bottoms, and each color had a distinct meaning. I've heard of femmes wearing hankies tied to their hair, but other body parts are a new one on me. Our girl wearing a black hanky around her right thigh? Might have something in common with your humble correspondent here. Pity she bounced early.
Pro tip for going to the 'Rose: get the 2-top by the window if you can. Funny Lady agrees that it's the best place for people-watching in the city.
But anyway, Massive is three floors, two of which are set up as dance floors. Funny Lady pointed out that the HVAC on the top floor, which has by far the larger dance floor, isn't what it needs to be once lots of people start moving around in it. "We're Florida girls," I said. "We can handle it." And we did. Decor? Super gay neon. Bar staff? Awful purdy boys.
Choonz? Riz Rollins sounded fresher than I've heard from him in a long time. You love to hear it. Honorable mention to Nina Sol of San Francisco, who I'd never heard of before the event announcement.
Crowd? A house music crowd. Shirtless and occasionally harnessed gay boys. (There was a go-go boy with his jock strap stuffed with US dollars, but no go-go girls. Harrumph.) Sharply dressed Black women digging my corset. I was impressed with how many people were there half an hour after doors, i.e. 2230. It wasn't as absurdly packed as Re-bar was at its most extreme, but then again I think Massive's upper dance floor is bigger.
Shallow fashion details: black sheer & velvet top, red & black corset, short red chiffon-ish skirt, red fishnets over black leggings, 14-eyelet black patent Docs. Red accessories, eye shadow, and lips.
Oh! I can't hit the post button without reporting something Funny Lady & I saw while pre-funking at the Wildrose. There was one particular sweet young thing in very short shorts — ah, spring — who had a black handkerchief tied around her right thigh right below the hem of her shorts. Indeed, Funny Lady thought it was a pocket poking out until we saw it from a different angle. I didn't get a chance to confirm this hypothesis, but I think that girl was flagging.
For those of you who don't know, flagging was a system invented by the gay men's leather scene back in the '70s to let each other know at a glance what they're into. Various colors of hankies were worn sticking out of back pockets. (I knew more of the details than FL.) The left was for tops, the right was for bottoms, and each color had a distinct meaning. I've heard of femmes wearing hankies tied to their hair, but other body parts are a new one on me. Our girl wearing a black hanky around her right thigh? Might have something in common with your humble correspondent here. Pity she bounced early.
Pro tip for going to the 'Rose: get the 2-top by the window if you can. Funny Lady agrees that it's the best place for people-watching in the city.
