It's deplorable that one must rely on anonymous sex via the internet rather than the bar scene. So many posers and fakes online, you would think Brent Everett was part of a quintuplet set the number of times his tasty pics were passed off as some troll via email to me. Then once you meet in some seedy location, the climax is anti-to-the-max when you realize Quasimodo has DSL and a desperate imagination. It's much better to cruise in the bars for sex, that way you can get drunk enough to take the edge off.

Posted by: Billy at June 13, 2008 9:15 AM

Yes, cheap one night stands were much more intimate than internet hookups. At least you could see what the person really looks like.

Posted by: ving at June 13, 2008 9:38 AM

Jeez Musto...this is the 21st century. Photoshop your image and lie in the nomenclature you make up you post at the website(it will make the hook-up hotter!).
Your 20th century standards for bar cruising no longer apply, the kids are all ADD/cellphone-web-cable/ecstasy freaks.
You did o.k. with your Marilyn parody; go to the gym, (blood) dope and do steriods like all the Olympians and of course crew Viagra like gum and you'll be a contender again ;-)

Posted by: Bindi the Jungle GURL at June 13, 2008 11:57 AM

Oh, I dunno. I had to fend off a silly butchfemme fisting queen last week at The View who kept making repeated overtures behind my partner's back while right in front of his own boy friend/fuck buddy and have been heavily cruised there a few more times lately-why do you think I keep going back?-and a few of the horny regulars @ XES like to block the toilet door shut from the inside for lightning quick dick licking tease action when its gets a little 'hot' in there. Not that I would know first hand or anything(especially when it comes to fisting---bleccchhh).

Posted by: Tim at June 13, 2008 12:06 PM

This really isn't true if you're hot.

Posted by: at June 13, 2008 12:34 PM

This is why I love the Eagle. Still find hot men there who wanna go home for some fun.

The Townhouse is also a good place to hook-up only because the men are too old to know how to use a computer.

Posted by: Will at June 13, 2008 12:39 PM

sorry, but this is just not true! i want statistics. i really don't think this is an accurate statement. am i missing out on something? i've never internet cruised!

Posted by: hihi at June 13, 2008 12:40 PM

It's ruining relationships, too. After 8 months of what I thought was a monogamous relationship, I found a (very active) Manhunt profile on my boyfriend's computer. Things are basically over at this point. But if he had just stuck to bar hookups like most people in gay "monogamous" (cough cough) relationships, I probably never would have known. So it's a risky move, boys.

Also, weird that people so openly post face pics right next to their c-ck shots on a public site. I think it's only a matter of time before some mean-spirited website pops up that "outs" people, mocks their profiles in a mainstream venue, etc. It will be sad to watch, but it seems inevitable.

But yeah, hell is basically seeing pics of your boyfriend online, waving his dick at the world.

Posted by: Steve at June 13, 2008 12:51 PM

Anonymous gay sex was so much better in the 70s. You could go to Uncle Charlie’s, Stonewall or (if you were really kinky) Club Manhole or (if you were really, really, really kink) the Mineshaft. All that homosexual activity rocked and there was no internet at all. Not sure if Michael Musto got laid at any of those places (or at all for that matter) but for some reason all of the fun stopped… or wait. Now I remember why and am sad.

Posted by: Richard Hare at June 13, 2008 12:54 PM

Oh, I don't know...last night I got hit on twice in approx. 10 min at the Rawhide. One of them wrote his email/phone number on the back of a card...turns out it was a card for the Addiction Institute of NY. I kid you not.

Posted by: Tony at June 13, 2008 1:29 PM

Homo, please.

There are plenty of one-night stands to be had out there. I question your choice of venues. The eyebrow-threaded, popped-and-ironed-collar, dihydroxyacetone-dyed cosmo drinkers at [insert name of Hell's Kitchen venue here] are bad lays anyway, Michael dearest.

The problem is more that there is now a variety of gay venues from up-market to down-market. You're making choices to go to chi-chi cha-cha bullshitterias when you could be at the bumpy-bump bam-bam cocketerias.

(The real problem is that everybody now carries a fucking camera in their phone. (Myself included.) Any illicit activity is photographed, broadcast, and catalogged. For this reason, the feeling of intimacy/privacy/safety in public spaces has forever been abandoned in the public gay venues. Thus the retreat to one's own home in order to let the cock free. (Hell, I am hesitant to even to go to a trick's place, fearing a hidden cocksucker's camera catch me and throw me out to x-tube.))

Posted by: Rod at June 13, 2008 1:56 PM

http://youtube.com/watch?v=WcF-MtIhF8E

Posted by: gaycurmudgeon at June 13, 2008 2:25 PM

I adored those wonderful days of woozy bar hook-ups. Even if you went to his house and he was too drunk to have sex, you could put the boy to bed with a cold compress, smoke all of his cigarettes, peek through his refrigerator, steal a few extra-thick terrycloth towels from his linen closet (and maybe a cashmere sweater or two) and if you were really creative, scrawl "No Sale" in red lipstick on his bathroom mirror. Those were the days, my friend.

Posted by: The Late Tallulah Bankhead at June 13, 2008 4:12 PM

It is so sad and true!

Posted by: chump at June 13, 2008 6:01 PM