"The gays and the diseased deer"--those are two different things?

This is for the good! Now all that fucked up attitude will be gone and people can go back to just having fun there.

Where'd you find a picture with a real girl on Fire Island?

Please, no more stories of how hard it is financially for the queens. The summer is the best time for the city because all the screaming nightmares are out screaming all night on Fire Island. Keep them out there for the summer and let the rest of us enjoy the gay city in peace.

that's now the Sy-Fy channel.

which is short for Syphilis, hence all the diseased deer.

The girl is Barbara Hershey in a still from Last Summer. That's Richard Thomas on the right and Bruce Davison sitting in the middle.

That was my first thought - that looks like that old movie with Barbara Hershey, Cathy Burns and Richard Thomas, a kind of "Lord of the Pines" flick with Hershey and John Boy being sadistic sociopath teens who torment Cathy who desperately wants to hang with them. Eerie.

"Last Summer" was also the movie where Barbara Hershey changed her name to Barbara Seagull because a gull, which played a key role in the movie, died during filming and Hershey said she felt the soul of the bird enter her body. Didn't she then go on to marry David Carradine?

The absolute worst place I ever stayed at anywhere was the Cherry Grove Motel, adjacent to the Ice Palace. A cinder block structure with tiny rooms. There was a dyke lifeguard with a whistle who yelled at my friend for going in the water (a few mins. before the pool opened).

It was like a dilapidated barracks in Treblinka. With a disco beat.

But I still go too. It's gorgeous out there.

Musto, you pale and bloated twink,
Hopefully your next cup of bad coffee will send you running to the shitter. And hopefully, when you are straining on the bowl, hopeing to purge your bowels of undigested semen and finger sandwiches, your anus will unplug itself from your body.
Your entrails will then spill into the bowl like a torrent of al dente, albeit rotten, spaghetti.
All it would then take to be rid of you would be one simple flush. You would then be returned to the sewer in which you were spawned.
Cycle complete. Circle closed. And we would all move on without a fucking blink.
Ha!

musto cleverly omits the fact that Bea Arthur was indeed present on FI this summer -- Bea's cremation took place on the beach while Musto and other Golden Girls fans danced around the pyre toasting marshmallows and making 'Smores. Thank you for being a friend, Musto!

Asbury Park is fabulously gay and much easier to get to.