Homo GoGo Boy from Gaiety Times Square to GoGo Man at 43 yrs old

To those who reminisce about the hedonistic sex-saturated TimesSquare of the late70’s,specifically the iconic establishment that stayed in the bsns of legitimate homosexual entertainment well into the fascist Guilliani-era,theGaiety MaleBurlesqueTheater,run as a formidable bsns by an old-school,law&order,profit-minded Greek divorcee,Denise,in the heart of the BwayTheater district 1975-2005,until the desirable realestate was bought&demolished,erasing any indication of homosexual desire in TimesSquare.The HarmonyAll-GirlBurlesqueTheater resided one floor above the Gaiety for much more than 30yrs,offering no recorded music but a single drummer producing the percussion beat to orchestrate the bump&grind the HarmonyAll-Girl dancers performed old-school floorwork before the advent of stripper poles. These cosmetically unaltered strippers were going to become extinct with the new wave of ‘Gentleman’sClubs’ that presented anatomically enhanced young women who made more in a night than the Harmony ladies made in a month.And no more pasties.The streetlevel offered the last vestige of American cuisine;an authentic HowardJohnsons diner featuring its specialty: fried clams. All 3 businesses shared the 3-story bldg on the prime corner of 46th Street/Bway. I overcame my suppressed sexual desire as a man attracted to men by becoming a Gaiety dancer,seeking validation with my naked presence to an audience of strangers from Sept.1976(the day I was emancipated from my parents upon acceptance &residence to SUNY@StonyBrook)until 1978,when I made the executive decision that the opportunitie of graduating from college with a Master’s degree outweighed all the adulation I received performing at theGaiety&iin private exclusive appointments where I was paid handsomely by the hr,never expected to engage in any activity that endangered me legally,physically,or morally.I wrote about those early adult years as a glamorous fairytale.But it is also a cautionary tale to mentor vulnerable young adults who might use their youth&beauty for financial benefit with long-term emotional consequences.My 1st book was published Dec.2014 by my risk-taking publisher,DonnaInk DP.I disclose that my obsession w/ the disco scene clashing w/ a prosperous career&lifestyle, terminating when at 43,I was unemployable,bankrupt,burnt bridges w/ friends&family, leaving me to resort to work as a GoGo Man,paid to dance in clubs in the tri-state area that my vintage 1973OrangeVolvo 1800ES Sportwagon would drive me to.Club owners were expecting a dancer booked by a GoGo Boy agency as sexually confused, unprepared and uncoordinated twenty something twinks. I was received with respect as a seasoned naturally winning dancer who knew how to perform &entertain.The shylocks of flesh who booked& payed me knew I had the goods to present a well-toned body&my erstwhile charm to please the judgmental customers,not to mention my seriously pitchperfect ability to dance to my prepared music.I was in such desperate drug denial that I believed I could retreat to old behavior(a Gaiety dancer at 18 yrs .from upstate NY in ‘76)with no reservations.I always followed the rules of the establishment I was booked to dance at. I never wanted to arouse more trouble than I was already in:driving under the influence,no autoinsurance,transporting drugs across state lines,&prostitution.I had an expensive black leather doctor's bag that a lover had given me as a gift from Tokyo yrs ago;my Japanese LouisVuitton.That sentimental piece of luggage that had taken me around the world on luxurious vacations was now full of stripper costumes&props to dance&strip in a variety of butch looks to keep the audience interested in an old GoGo Man.I always came with my own CDmusic labeled with the track and my stage name: Xristo. I was the consummate performer in an era that did not appreciate anything more than virgin twink flesh. I always wore expensive black loggerboots to keep me grounded to a gogo cage, stage, speaker or bar that I had to precariously stay cemented to.I couldn’t afford to fall blinded by a disco strobe light.I wore a yellow construction helmet with a red, white,&blue thong that paid patriotic respect to the men who built USA.I wore running sneakers,jockstrap,headband&water bottle to portray a marathoner.I evoked lifeguard fantasies w/ a Speedo,mirrored aviator sunglasses&whistle on a lanyard. Black HarleyDavidson motorcycle boots&matching gloves w/ a sheer black Gucci brief w/the signature "G" embossed in rhinestones was my homage to Tom of Finland.A navy thong,mirrored aviator glasses&a sleeveless security shirt presented a nasty S/M cop fantasy.A brown leather cowboy hat w/ yellow ostrich cowboy boots &a brown Gucci bikini made me an Aussie hunter.I performed with a tacky form flattering hot pink bikini &glow sticks wrapped around my ankles,wrist&neck to dance madly to the electro-bubblegum of Madonna's"Ray of Light” while sucking on a lollipop: Faster than the speeding light she's flying Trying to remember where it all began She’s got herself a little piece of heaven Waiting for the time when earth shall be as one And I feel Quicker than a ray of light When Madonna accepted her 1st MTV video award for her performance in "Ray of Light",she noted that it was ironic that she should finally receive the Man-on-the-Moon trophy after all of the other genius videos she produced&broadcast over decades on MTV when all she really did in the awardwinning video was “dance her crazy middle-aged ass off like a mad woman”. I was born the same year as Madonna.I was a middle-aged hoofer,dancing like a crazy madman to"Ray of Light",only I was no longer receiving a PromKing trophy.I was dancing like a madman to pay for drugs to keep me dancing.I was staying alive one day at a time.I identify myself as a member of the species “HomoSapiens”,trying to avoid my own personal extinction.

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