Before I was kindly turned away from Bar 13, College Humor’s party celebrating the release of Bruno was actually a lot of fun. Read more

For once, the guests at a party weren’t just there for the nibbles and open bar. Everyone at Dixon Place for HOT! Fest’s kickoff bash HOT! Mess, whether they were involved in the fest or not, seemed genuinely excited about the chance to get a sneak peek of the upcoming shows. The chance to mill around the gallery space, swilling white sangria and chatting with the other oh-so-fabulous attendees was just a delightful bonus. Read more

Clad in T&B T-shirt and drug store vampire cape, Star Eyes, the only female member of DJ collective Trouble and Bass, was having an excellent birthday. “I’m eating a red velvet chocolate cake that tastes like the blood of Hello Kitty,” she yelled over the pounding dub step. “Want some?” Read more

Bebe Buell has been famous as a Playboy Playmate, the first lady of 1970s groupies and Liv Tyler’s mom. Now, at age 56, she wants to be Tina Turner—a big star who succeeded against all the odds. But first she had to convince the audience gathered in a nightclub in the basement of the Maritime Hotel, that her act can move downloads. Read more

Have you pierced your labia yet or did you wimp out with a little diamond in your bellybutton? One in seven Americans between the ages of 18 and 50 has a piercing somewhere other than the earlobes. Feel like getting your mojo cranked up a notch? Try getting pierced in one of the pleasure zones. Of course, you may feel an intense pinch or maybe even some real pain. But you can also get a rush of adrenaline from the process. Read more

When Jancee Dunn’s mom got her first tattoo, she wasn’t fucking around. “[She got] a big black raven on her wrist,” Dunn said. “It doesn't go with her pink sweaters." I was part of the small but dedicated crowd that filed into Greenpoint's Word Bookstore Tuesday night for a launch party celebrating Dunn's new book, Why Is My Mom Getting a Tattoo? And Other Questions I Wish I Never Had to Answer. Read more

Club kids are a dime a dozen. A fuchsia-colored wig, some glitter, a pre-made costume from Ricky’s—that’s no club kid, that’s a mall rat slumming it. Herra*C is different. Partying since he was a tween from the Bronx, he faked IDed his way into the Tunnel and Twilo in their heyday. Now he’s a party promoter paid to go and get his freak on. Read more

Scrambling over to them, and managing to not spill my gin, I asked Hill what we were all doing here. I found out when Everett broke into her opening number, More, More, More by Andrea True. Truly riveting, the woman sings with raw power and soul. Read more Read it in print

My first ever trip to the Stonewall Inn—for the monthly “Victoria” party— was a lot more lesbionic than I had anticipated. “We’re going to drink the fuck outta s Read more

At the first night of the BAMcinemaFEST, Robert Redford was milling about, but all eyes were on E.J. Bonilla and Gleendilys Inoa, the stars of Don’t Let Me Drown, the Brooklyn-set film that kicked off the festival. Read more