Well you won't catch me living in one of those overpriced glass Leggo houses, despite my moniker!
I've tried to find my outlet in other sources of creative inspiration NYC still offers, namely the finest theatre in the world, art openings, occasional concerts, the Metropolitan Opera and the once-in-a-while "parlor games" of family gatherings, like the opening of Rapture. I would not get any of those things in, say, Denver, where I grew up or for that matter in 99% of the cities in this country. What I used to derive from a night at Jackie 60 or Boy Bar or the Pyramid I now seek in season tickets to the Brooklyn Academy of Music, for example (the upcoming season featuring Ian McKellum as King Lear!!!!!!!!!) Undoubtedly part of this change is due to the homogenization of our blessed town, but in all honesty part of it is just me. The clubland of yesteryear will always be with me. But I lived that dream, and now I dream of other things, like a writing career and a summer place in the south of France. And as much as I got from the freakiness and performances and "living art" of NYC nightlife, a substantial part of my agenda back then was also about imbibing and scoring fresh trade. Even if I were single again tomorrow I doubt that I could go back to that approach. If there's one or two bars I like to go to now and then, that's good enough for me. So it's not for myself that I feel bitter ... it's the kids coming here now, seeking dirty, exciting, out-of-this world experiences who will come here and find ...... what?