Who else remembers this little piece of heaven on 46th Street?
Me! I do!
I went once. I was high.
Scary and depressing.
It was scary. I knew Denise somewhat. Does anyone know what happened to her/where she is?
What was Denise's story? I just assumed Russian mafia.
My first boyfriend took me there when I was eighteen. He was something of a twenty year-old troll, and loved places like that, and dragging me to them. Some of the ghastly dinosaurs in the audience paid us a lot of attention, which annoyed some of the "dancers," most looking like street thugs anyway.
I recall very clearly a voice blasting over the music near the end of the "show," screaming "ALL DANCERS ON STAGE! ALL DANCERS ON STAGE!" like a prison camp guard. I still don't understand the appeal it held for people.
I auditioned to be a dancer there. Stripped completely naked, did push-ups, and then was told I needed more stage presence. It's hard to get hard in cue.
[quote]Stripped completely naked, did push-ups, and then was told I needed more stage presence.
If push-ups are your idea of a stripping audition, you needed a hell of a lot more than stage presence.
I went there a couple of times about 20 years ago and made the mistake of hiring one of the dancers for services. It was one of the most humiliating experiences of my life.
Yes, I had the honor of going there once with my gay buddy (I'm a straight female). We went in 2001.
Is it closed now? When?
been there done that
I went there a few times near its end. Something so seedy and base about the whole experience that kept drawing me back. I always found the show boring, and would hang out in that tacky lounge and flirt with the dancers who were hanging around. My most memorable experience was being in the lounge and approached by this muscle guido type named Gauge (see NSFW link), a protege of the infamous Mark Dalton. Gauge was just so cocky and conceited, major turn ons. I wound up worshipping his body right there in the lounge as he talked shit about his mentor Dalton. Dalton, who was also dancing that day, showed up a few minutes later, and he just seemed like the most self-absorbed, biggest, douchiest prick to ever live.
R12, why on earth did you "worship" a Princess Tinymeat?
I went there a couple of times in the 90s when visiting NYC. I was underwhelmed. The guys were hot, but they didn't do anything (I guess it wasn't allowed.) Much more interaction at the old Campus and Nob Hill in SF, not to mention the places in Montreal.
I had more fun in NYC in the basement at Stella's.
r13, I didn't know he was so tiny. I hadn't seen him dance, and he was wearing shorts in the lounge. If you're not a size queen, there's a still a lot to love. He was extremely handsome, and his body felt like it was carved from granite.
r14, Stella's was fun but really seedy. Went there near its end too, and ran into two personal trainers from my gym were working the place. I'm an observer, and I would just so sit there and watch all the interactions. Totally fascinating for someone just coming out of the closet and exploring the more seedy underbelly of urban gay life.
It was before my time but I wish places like that still existed today. It's all very "Old New York" before the sterilization process began. I'm also sure that the advent of the internet and websites like Rentboy have also worked greatly to demise institutions like this. From what I've gathered it was an ancient theater in Times Square that was in shambles full of cocky hustlers and the old trolls who love 'em.
I just wish there was at least one last relic from that time. New York is supposed to have a seedy underbelly. Now that underbelly has been scrubbed, washed and pressed clean by Bloomberg and his goons like Christine Quinn.
When I was in high school had a soda jerk job at Howard Johnson's downstairs. We could always hear the guys dancing.
Did you know Dionne Warwick made a movie in the 70s called "Slaves?"
I remember passing by, but never going in, lol.
I was more into Stella's. Or LaBamba.
I remember when Stellas's closed up, the owners quickly opened a really seedy place a few blocks over near Port Authority called LaFleur, which featured many of the same guys who'd hang around Stella's. I think it was raided by the cops and closed after a month in business. As someone noted upthread, there SHOULD BE a sense of seediness to NYC instead of the safe Disney theme park it's become.
I LOVED Stella's. One of the Brazilian go go boys took me to his place (on 48th). 1 room. 4 bunk beds 3 of them occupied. 1 was another couple fucking on it. Basically just a fuck pit.
From what I understand, part of the problem with catering to the seediness is that, to a degree, you don't get to pick and choose. That is, if you entertain a rentboy atmosphere, you are also inevitably opening the door to other kinds of illicitness.
The Gaiety was a hoot. I was a waiter at this restaurant in the east village back in the 90s called Jerry's 103. Craziest queens worked there and they would always drag me out after our shift to party the rest of the night away and blow our tips.
And more times than not we'd start at The Gaiety and cause a major ruckus. I liked that shitty little lounge in the back. We'd smoke weed and shoot the shit with all the dancers. One or two usually ended up coming out with us to the next party venue.
That's actually how I met one of my best friends. He was a dancer there who came out with us and ended up in a K hole on the Sound Factory dance floor. I had to drag him out and sit with him on the street until he came back to reality.
Dear lord was that era here in NYC a fucking blast.
r21, the Brazilian wasn't named Luis by any chance, was it? Beefy muscle, hairy chest, really cute with kind of a gap-toothed smile? My one hook-up there was with a Brazilian named Luis who took me back to the same apartment I think.
R23, I still have my Sound Factory rainbow-colored VIP card!
It used to be that a handsome corn-fed boy from the Midwest could go from being straight off the Greyhound to being the toast of the town in a short year. All with just $100 in his pocket and a dream in his heart. There were establishments like The Gaiety chock full of men who were willing to "help" these boys out until they landed on their feet. Now that no longer exists.
Will anyone think of the children?!?!
"I still have my Sound Factory rainbow-colored VIP card!"
I had one of those!
*sigh* not to sound like an old fogey (at 41) but I look at the kids here in Manhattan these days and I'm like "You have NO clue what fun is!"
I miss the danger and the excitement. Every time you stepped out of your door you didn't know where the night would take you. People were much more open back then too. You just kind of got swept up into situations, both interesting and at times, a little scary. You had to have a sort of toughness to you to live in New York. You couldn't be a pussy. Even the wealthy people had an edge to them back then.
Now any Trevor or Stacy from Peoria probably feels at home there and it shouldn't be that way. The city used to terrify their kind. Now they all think they can be Carrie Bradshaws.
R28, yes, that's exactly it. This city is now a backdrop for every suburban clown, and it sucks.
I just asked a 20-something female co-worker "so is it what you thought it would be like, living in Manhattan, working a job?" She kinda smiled and shrugged it off, "I dunno, I've been here a long time, Mark!" I said "How long?" - she said "A year and a half!"