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In the last few decades Chelsea has seen many iconic gay venues close, including Roxy, Rawhide, Splash and most recently G Lounge. Since then the trend has been for all new bars and nightclubs to open uptown in Hell’s Kitchen. But there is new life coming back to a familiar place in Chelsea. Get Out! magazine spoke to Michael McGrail and two of his partners, Facundo Rodriguez and Franco DiLuzio, about the grand opening of...
I grew up on Disney movies. The first movie I ever saw in theaters was “Aladdin.” I loved everything about it: twinkish Aladdin, beautiful Jasmine (later in life I met the voice of Jasmine, Linda Larkin, which was a dream come true), that cute little monkey, a flamboyant genie. What more could I want in life? I wanted to be blond, like Cinderella and Aurora, but my favorite Disney princess was, by far, Belle from...
For the first time in my life, I was on time for an event. Mostly, I think I was just worried that I wouldn’t be able to get into the “RuPaul’s Drag Race” Season 9 Premiere Party. There was some confusion earlier in the day about whose name was on the list, and sure enough mine wasn’t. A quick email later, the coordinators put a hot pink wristband on my boyfriend and me and ushered...
J spent the weekend in Paris, and I spent the weekend freaking out. I didn’t know if I liked J as much as he liked me; I certainly didn’t talk about him as much as he talked about me—or, as much as I gathered he did from the regulars at his favorite bar. But I did like J, and he was exactly my type. I wanted to get to know him better. I decided I...
After barely talking for a year, J messaged me and asked if he could take me out for dinner for my 25th birthday. I was still embarrassed, but accepted the chance to start over. I showed up at Koi on 40th Street, wearing a sequin t-shirt and leather shorts. We caught up and ate the most amazing sushi I’ve ever had, not to mention a few lychee martinis. By the end of the meal, I...
For my 24th birthday, I was sick as a dog. Actually, I’m not sure I understand that saying. I had a dog in Iowa, and he was never sick—occasionally pooped in the middle of the living room floor, but was never actually sick. Anyway, I felt like a dog shit in the middle of the living room floor. But people kept asking me if I was going to do anything for my birthday, and I...
After my breakup with Q, I started seeing The Ex Fiancé again. I had to admit, it felt strange. I didn’t feel like it was before, but it also didn’t feel like something new. We went out for drinks in SoHo with his friends; we went to see movies at the Bow Tie Theater in Chelsea; we’d stay in and make dinner. (Well, he would make dinner, and I would eat it.) I felt like...
I was just sitting around my apartment when E messaged me, out of the blue, and asked if I wanted to hang out and catch up. I don’t see much of E—he keeps busy with his big, fancy career—so I take every opportunity I can to spend time with him. I put on pants (well, my tights with The Starry Night by Van Gogh printed on them) and jumped into a cab to his West...
I remember a lot of things about the last eight years. I remember the day gay marriage became legal in Iowa and waking up Satchel, the gay freshman who lived in the dorm next to mine. “Do you wanna get married?” I asked him excitedly. “No,” he replied flatly. “Well,” I went on, “we could if we wanted to!” I remember that summer, moving to Minnesota to live with a boy I’d fallen in love...
One night, while feeling particularly lonely and particularly horny, I took to Grindr. P was the first person to message back. He looked cute, even if the picture was a little blurry, and was easy to talk to. He was thin, definitely twink status, and had dark skin. I invited him over. We talked for a bit—just your general get-to-know-you-so-this-feels-less-dirty kind of talk. Where do you work, what do you do in the city, how...