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October 1 & Blog Reflections
On the last Saturday of summer, I stepped on a crunchy orange leaf on a softball field. My lunch that day was hot dogs and a plate of fries between my two games, in which I scored four runs. To be at softball on time, I woke up at 7 in the morning after getting…
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And Do What?
New York’s hottest club is the deli on a Sunday morning because none of us here have a brunch reservation. In theory, I could brunch if I wanted to. Many joints take walk-ins but it’s the principle of the thing. In this diverse crowd, we all have different reasons for swapping Sunday brunch with a…
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Eduardo’s Rules for Dating
Why is it called Fashion Week if it only lasts five days? To be honest, I don’t really care. I don’t know how to dress and sometimes the fashion girls wear outfits I find beyond heinous, so it’s obviously not my scene. Enough so, that my man who’s not my man went to an afterparty…
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Beggars Can’t Be Choosers
Good morning, Brooklyn. I’m hungover. Who can say they’re surprised? Last night was a cute night out with my friend David (gay David, not straight David, for those of you familiar with the latter). I went to House of Yes for the first time in a year and it’s still as disappointing as I left…
Gay Club Jet Lag 