"Spit", "Swallow" and "Cum in" (the 2011 AVP Courage Awards, Daniel Nardicio's after party and Joey Israel's Mars Needs More Whores)

A few weeks ago, I got the chance to check out a few fabulous events from a couple of my favorite promoters. Daniel Nardicio had invited me to attend the after party for the Courage Awards (from the Anti-Violence Project or APV), and Joey Israel invited me to the opening of his new party Mars Needs Whores, which just happened to be his birthday celebration.

Bohoken, who doesn't want me to tell you where he lives, was invited to the actual Courage Awards in Studio 450, a fabulous rooftop space in TaPS (the Trash around Penn Station). He's my current boy situation, btw. 

image from kurtyphotography.com

The awards ceremony was awesome. They honored people who had really made strides to prevent violence against gays, including bullying, bashing and domestic violence. CNN anchor Don Lemon gave a rather hilarious speech.

The afterparty was in the glass-enclosed rooftop space. Johnny Dynell served as DJ, and Kat de Luna was slated to perform. Unfortunately, she fell ill, so Daniel had the fabulous Cherie Lily fill in for her. Of course, the whole event was open bar, and of course, we indulged.

Once we left Studio 450, we meandered over to Vlada for Mars Needs More Whores. It was on the second floor, but I suggested that Bohoken and I grab drinks on the first floor to avoid the throngs of Martian whores. Go-go hottie Johnny Sandford (of Ohio-booty-tat fame) was collecting the cover at the stairs, and we exchanged fake kisses and real butt-squeezes on the way up.

The party was rather perfectly populated. Not step-on-your-shoes crowded, but still interesting. On the walls were black, shiny torso mannequins adorned with neon lights in shapes that were beyond suggestive. On the stage: a slim masseur in a jock going to work on an attendee (free massages, honey!). And just in case you couldn't find the back room, there were neon signs on the curtain pointing the way.

Oh, and did I mention the go-goes? I don’t think I’d ever run into the deliciously built and scuffy Jay Roth before, but even if he weren't dancing, he would have more than earned my tip. Jay and his go-go partner Rowen Pierce wore only boots and white robes. And maybe socks.

The music was fun, thanks to DJ David Serrano, and YouTube/nightlife personality Cazwell was present and shirtless (he's still got the “Ice Cream Truck” body, too). While Bohoken and I left somewhat early, we did get a chance to wish our oh-so-sexy hostess, Joey Israel, a happy birthday.

Did I mention that there’s now a show at this party… like the type of thing you’d hear about/see in the East Village… like the type of show that might kinda amaze you/gross you out/turn you on at the same time? Yeah! 

Click here to check out a messy, messy Sunday back in '09.