Manhattan Offender

Anderson Cooper on the DList, not to be confused with the DL

It feels a bit dirty to dip into the "Is Andersen Cooper gay?" cesspool.  Not just because he's not really my type.  The gaiety in question just doesn't really add to or subract from the subject in question.  In fact, it would be more particularly excellent if he were straight, but with a strong gayish vibe.  Because this level of coolness would surpass the level at which Cooper is, it is more likely that Cooper is gay. 

A photo surfaced of Cooper with a young guy strolling down the street in that right-wing anti-gay New York tabloid last month.  Speculation was that the two were "special friends" but the identity of said friend was a mystery, although he was possibly maybe a latino or Nambibian trainer at Equinox named Marko or Marco.

But just maybe his name is Cesar.

A perusal of a DList page for user-name "Andersen" reveals little.  A few pictures, some semi-witty remarks, and statistics of age, height and weight (although the height seems wrong if memory serves).  The most curious element in the fake profile is in the comments; the "D" of DList, Daniel Nardicio, mentions a boyfriend.  Named Cesar.

Anything said by Daniel Nardicio is always trusted here.  One of the "nice guys" of club promotion, Nardicio is a treasured nightlife resource.  In the milquetoast nightlife scene of today, his are the parties that shine as beacons of hope.  Whether this affords access to the private life of Anderson Cooper is an unknown variable.

So maybe Anderson's friend in the picture is named Cesar.  From the looks of him he could be.  Or he could be a Marko.  Or a Marco.  Or even a Eucalypto.  But until Cooper is making out with said friend in Columbus Circle wearing jungle red short-shorts, his sexual orientation will remain a mystery.  With the exception of those who know he's gay.

Unrelated blatant whoring:  my DList profile

Tuesday Test: I need to work on my evil

You Are 58% Evil

You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side. Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.

How Evil Are You?

 

Via Something to Be Desired.

Phone-cam quickie: Webster Hall Turkey

Adverthanking

Just a quick thanks to Out in NYC for the advertising love this week. Out in NYC is out to challenge the big gay personals sites. So ad them to your assorted logins. Manhunt and Gay and Gaydar and Bigmuscle and Bear411 and Dlist and ...

Phone-cam quickie: Every Thanksgivin back home was one of these

If I Published It, by Judith Regan

Unpaid pimp

With two recent posts featuring prostitution, an earlier time comes to mind.  As mentioned before, my caretakers upon entry to gay life were the trannies, drag queens, and club kids.  Although there was nothing from Patricia Field in my wardrobe (except those red satin pants), there was no rope or drink ticket that couldn't be navigated.

Some of these friendships extended outside of the clubs, in particular Tia.  Tia was a guardian to me in the clubs.  Tia would approve and, more frequently, disapprove of which boys were worth my time.  She would ensure a fresh cocktail in my hand at all times (which was no easy feat).  She would steer me clear of "devils".

We spent many a day just chatting away or watching Beavis and Butthead marathons at her York Avenue apartment.  Occasionally though our time together would be interupted when Tia would have visitors.  There were two simple rules when a visitor came to visit:  don't speak and don't look at the visitor.  Yes, as many transsexuals must be in order to afford their surgeries and hormones, Tia was a prostitute.

The routine was simple.  Routine clients would call up and ring the door.  New clients that had seen her ad in the Observer or Village Voice would have to go to a certain phone booth which we could see from the corner window of the apartment.  Upon the approval of Tia (and me if she was on the fence) the client to could ring the door.  Once the downstairs buzzer had rung, my position was to sit facing the television, thus with the back of my head to the door.  (At times I would watch ESPN as what was on could not be "too gay".)  Five minutes to an hour later, the client would typically make a quick stop to the bathroom and then head for the door, never having seen my face.

Recently a more economically-minded friend heard of this former pastime and quickly asked, "So what was your take?"  My cocked head conveyed my lack of understanding, so he rephrased the question.  "For each client that came in while you were there, were you given a percentage?"  Assuming that my friend was assuming that my services were also employed, my hasty excusing of myself looked both nervous and confused.

"Essentially", he explained, "you were there as house security.  Seeing you on that couch told her clients that she wasn't alone there and not to mess with Tia.  You were her pimp."

It never seemed as such, but this friend was right.  The client coming through the door saw nothing but a guy watching a football game.  This mere presence or at least perception was enough to quell any impulse to act up.  There were never any problems and services were paid with no questions.  I was a pimp.  An unpaid pimp.

Thanks, giving

If you are a houseguest this Thanksgiving, don't arrive to the table empty-handed.  Your host needs a present, a present that is both appropriate to both you and him.  Perhaps a sausage basket?

YouTube Tuesday: Give thanks to Harvey Fierstein

This is a longer clip than usual, but the message is awesome.  Harvey Fierstein explains the media "fierstorm" surrounding his dressing as Ms. Claus for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade.

You're a wonder ...

A friend has been interviewed by WCBS for having a room in his apartment dedicated to his collection of Wonder Woman toys, records, books, games, lunchboxes, scissors, and other items.  As the first MO interviewee, only pride can be expressed here for Sam's on camera skills.  Where many have closets filled with secrets of lust and despair, Sam has a closet filled with golden bustiers and star-spangled shorts.

Check the full video here.

[Via Cultural Wasteline]