The Cock is a notorious bar in the E.vil. People who have been in NYC for a while will often refer to “The Old Cock,” which was a lot more rowdy and raunchy than “The New Cock” on 2nd and 2nd. There were shows that involved masturbation, insertion of unusual objects, ingestion of said objects, etc. I was in NYC for the tail end of The Old Cock and witnessed only a bit of the debauchery that went on in its former location.
Okay, okay. So I was wasted and barely remember leaving with the first guy I made out with.
Now I usually don’t like to go to the E.vil during the week (hardly even on the weekend) but something about The Cock with an open bar piqued my interest, even if there was a $10 cover. The Facebook invite said 10:45, but the sign on the door said it opened at 11. On a weeknight. There were 3 guys there before we arrived, but the cover ran 2 of them off.
AdamFaceHunt, Bottomless Pitt and Iwalked into the empty bar took full advantage of the bartender’s full attention, ordering a round of drinks. The lighting was dim (to say the least), and the Department of Health’s “No Sexual Activity Allowed” sign made us laugh out loud. The music was funky yet tolerable: nothing like I remembered last time I was at The Cock (though it was The New Cock, I barely remember that night either). Then the DJ put on “Bills Bills Bills” by Destiny’s Child! The 3 of us queened out with our drinks in the air for the whole song. The DJ was so delighted that someone appreciated his throwback R&B that he came and got us all a shot. It was Jäger, but it was free!
Grrber texted me, and I told him I was headed to The Cock just to see his reaction.
AdamFaceHunt, Bottomless Pitt and I
While we were gulping down drinks, I was on Grindr looking for subjecs for a post when this guy messaged me.
His face is already blurred. Bad for play, but perfect for blog.
. o O (Honey, I’m nowhere near that drunk!)
Someone hit me on the back of the head, and when I whipped around, I was confused to find Bottomless Pitt. But after a second, Grrber popped out from behind him snickering. Good think I didn't lie about my whereabouts, right?
Me: “Hey, good to see you!”
Grrber: “Hey! I wasn’t sure if I was invited or not.”
Me: “Well, a self-invite is an invite nonetheless. You’re more than welcome. I just figured you’d be too tired from your 12 hour day.”
It turned out Grrber was tired, and the alcohol wasn’t helping. I kept trying to bring him into the circle with Bottomless Pitt and AdamFaceHunt, but he was feeling anti-social. He peaced out after a few drinks, complaining that he should have just gone home, and AdamFaceHunt wasn’t long after him.
Not long after Grrber left, Tré Xavier popped up. With his shirt off (no surprise). One of the things I love about Tré is that he will never leave race alone. You guys might think I talk about race in the gay communities a lot, but I’m the physics major to his Africana studies with a soc minor!
Bottomless Pitt, checking out Tré’s chiseled torso: “Well, if it’s that kinda party…”
Tré: “You know, I love to see another black guy taking off his shirt. Usually in environments like this, we’re the most reluctant to remove clothing.” He shot me a look.
Me: That’s because I already got a Fine, fine, I’ll join the party.”
Tré went off on some story about dancing with a young white guy about two feet away from us in a scarf and no shirt. I can’t remember what the point was, but two minutes later, he was grinding with a different young white guy. He spent the rest of the night in what I’m assuming was an "anthropological study" with these two guys as the subject (occasionally with Bottomless Pitt’s help). Girl knows how to work a situation.
I think it's time to go home.
I had to work the next morning, and the music had gotten much more typical East Village than I prefer. I took my leave around 2:15 and actually didn’t have a hard time getting home!
Did I mention the following Facebook thread on Bottomless Pitt’s wall the next day?
Click here to check out Tré Xavier's blog (NSFW).
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7 comments:
stay away from the bench!
I'm keeping my mouth shut.
Wait... crap!
PLEASE take me to The Cock when I'm in New York...
"It was Jäger, but it was free!"
Perhaps you didn't read about my adventures in LA. (Here: http://manchattan.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-york-pity-part-1.html
Ahem.)
The relevant part went something like this:
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I always say, never turn down free alcohol. Plus, I was alone at a bar in a strange city, and they were being nice to me. I needed to be polite.
"Ok, thank you!" I said, politely. "What shall we have?"
"What we’re having," Deeno slurred, "is either Lemon Drops, or Jager shots."
"What?! Jager shots!" I cried in disbelief. "What is this, a fucking frat party?? Who the fuck does Jager shots?!"
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Props for using the umlaut though...
David, I read that. You got a choice. I got a whisper to the bartender and a toast.
Franck, there's only one Cock I can guarantee to you during your stay.
I think I remember the story I was telling you about the shirtless guy wearing the scarf. It was about how I hooked up with his friend, and how that friend became the subject of my blog post, "Humbling Suck, Redeeming Fuck" because he fell asleep while I exercised my oral expertise.
And from that story, you are so right to label my blog as NSFW. HaHa!
"You wretched whore." -Wendy Williams (pre-TV)
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