I spent yesterday afternoon at Roseland Ballroom, checking out the wares at the sex-themed Black Party Expo. (Thanks for the invite, Bill!)
But I skipped the infamous Black Party itself. (In fact, I’ve never attended. Someday I’ll go… Maybe.)
Instead, I hosted the annual “We Love The Golden Girls” party at Stonewall Bar. This was my third year, and it turned out to be my favorite, with lots of great acts and an enthused crowd.
Black leather and granny realness. It was a versatile day.
