The 12 Worst Types of Gay Men


By Michael Musto

Plus: More New York City nightlife gossip that will make you proud


I know you love the kind of gay who gives gossip, so here comes a whole bunch of it, all about New York City, since I seem to be lacking a sumptuous beach house to write about. Just when Hell’s Kitchen appeared to have reached its gay limit—like some of the twinks I know—even more bars happen to be heading there. For one, John Blair, Beto Sutter, and Ted Arenas will open Rise Bar in the Fall. Says Justin Luke, who’s the bar’s community liaison, “I don’t think that HK is reaching a saturation point. I think it’s experiencing a renaissance. Out with the old and in with the new. Rise Bar effectively stretches the Gayborhood farther north and brings a new lounge and new nightly programming from three of the most experienced nightlife business owners in the city.” So everyone rise up north for Rise Bar, oh-kye?

Meanwhile, the original hub of gay nightlife, the West Village, has suffered another setback because the long-running drag bar Boots & Saddle didn’t get approved for its new location. (Community boards can be so hatey.) I hear the place, which is affectionately called Bras & Girdles by insiders, is closing at the end of the month, but they’re looking for a new space that will work out—hopefully not in HK.

In the heart of Times Square, the drag restaurant Lucky Cheng’s has had some struggles, and now the boite’s irrepressible owner, Hayne Suthon, has sadly died of cancer. Hayne was a sort of Auntie Mame to the downtrodden and weirdly gorgeous, long serving lipsynch, S&M themes, and chocolate high heels to open-minded tourists. Her legend will live on, but the club is another matter. I hear her daughter owns the name, but the investors own the space. Staffers are waiting to hear what will happen.

Another great loss was the recent suicide of Derek Neen, the premiere doorman at clubs like Beige and the Roxy for many years. The problem was that Derek was deported to his native Canada, where he tried to get into nightlife, but he was having a hard time and felt isolated and hopeless. His snappy, genial way of dealing with the impending hordes was always an act of pure genius. I will celebrate this year’s Pride in his honor.

Speaking of Pride, there’s a bit of a messy situation going down here surrounding it. Promoter Brandon Voss tells me he’s being sued by Heritage of Pride for promoting “NYC Pride” clubs events (the bashes are for Matinee and Supreme Festival) since HOP has trademarked that name. An emergency injunction was issued, and they’re suing for damages. (One of the side issues is apparently that Azealia Banks is performing at the Supreme event, and she’s been in a controversy involving alleged homophobia.) Voss says it’s absurd that any organization should “own” Pride, especially one which he feels is using this as a tactic to funnel revenue to itself. He adds, “We have written testament from HOP itself (Chris Frederick) that they only gave ‘10% of $30k net income to charity last year’.” Chris Frederick responds that they have no comment on the lawsuit at this time. Be proud, gays!