Thursday, June 17, 2010

Love the Glove

*Above is jStar gloving at a birthday party

What: Gloving
Where: The BK (Brooklyn)
Who: Myself and jStar

Never having been a person who enjoys raves or the drugs that accompany them I was ignorant when a good friend of mine, stage name: jStar, told me he was a “glover.”
A “glover” he said, as though this was a noun that should already be in my vocabulary, even after having worked at nightclubs this word was still beyond my realm of understanding.

“You’re a what?” I asked.

“I glove,” he responded.

Turning the noun into a verb made it no more recognizable to me, but apparently now it was thing you could ‘be’ as well as ‘do.’

jStar then went on to explain to me exactly what he meant. The performer (the glover) wears a pair of gloves that contain lights in each of the finger tips (well they insert the lights themselves, but that is neither here nor there). There is also the option of having a ‘palm’ light which, as I am sure you guessed, goes in the palm of the glove.

These gloves are worn mainly to DJ events that take place in clubs or at festivals. Then the performer/glover moves their hands to the music. With the surroundings dark this gives the effect of floating lights and creates a spectacle that is mesmerizing. Most glovers give individual shows to people, and occasionally do group ones, but the people have to be close enough together because these light shows are meant to take place directly in front of your face.

jStar then offered to perform a private glove show for me in his room. With the shades drawn to block out any street light, he played one of his favorite trance tracks. He then proceeded to move his hands in precise, exquisite motions in front of me. Each movement was thought out, prepared, practiced. The end result being a story of lights in front of me, the story was happy when the music was happy and sad when the music was sad.

It was entrancing and though I was skeptical I will now say I am converted. While this group of people (glovers) may be considered dorky at the surface level, the actual act itself is pretty cool.

I can only imagine what the people who do drugs at these clubs and raves see as the lights move, but even for the sober folk like me it is an awesome experience.

Webster Hall hosts a party every Saturday night called Circus that often times have glovers if you want to see this in action. My next step in this world is to attend one of these, anyone want to join?

There is also the Electric Daisy Carnival (EDC) later this month in L.A. This two day festival is guaranteed to score you more glovers than you can handle.

Other various DJ events attract glovers as well, you just have to dig a little bit to find the right event.

Or if none of these options appeal to you, just click here and get ready to be gloved…if one in fact can be “gloved.”

Goals Accomplished:
1) I had never seen a glove show before, let alone had a private one
2) Hmm I might have missed the boat on being uncomfortable...but maybe when I go to a massive venue I will be
3) I learned what gloving meant and that there is quite the following for it

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Only Six Packs Allowed are Beneath Your Shirt



What: Beach Day
Where: Fire Island
Who: Myself, Justin, Dan, Matt, and thousands of other gay men

A couple weeks ago Justin invited me to join him and two of his friends (a couple – Dan and Matt) to go to Fire Island for Memorial Day Weekend. After looking at the outrageous prices for hotel rooms (you must book 3 nights on a holiday weekend anywhere on the island with the lowest rate being $350 per night) we decided to make it a day trip.

Early Sunday morning we caught the LIRR (transferred twice) to Sayville where we hopped on a ferry to The Pines, one of the gay sections of the island. The other gay resort area is Cherry Grove. As we got nearer to our destination more and more people around us were gay, as though proximity played a key role in the number of gay persons.

As suspected each of us ran into at least one person we knew before we even got to the island (where we ran into several more). When the ferry docked we immediately headed for the opposite side of the island, a short walk, to lie out on the beach. Being the brave souls we are, we attempted to go into the water, but only Matt and I made it.

Much to my surprise and dismay the undertow stole my bathing suit, much like I assume a many of the old men on the island might try. Since I thought that coming out of the water nude would be an ‘open invitation’ (see number 6 on the previous link) I stayed in the water until I was able to locate said bathing suit. Humorous to Justin, Dan, and Matt…scary for me.

Past that excitement it was a regular day on the beach, only there were more men and six packs (on stomachs) than most other places in the world. It is quite literally Spring Break for gay men. Everyone can sunbathe and drink all day and party all night. I knew that I had seen this behavior before and remembered that there was a youtube video made by 5 gay men last year on the island to a certain Miley Cyrus song.

Overall it was a great time, full of frisbee and volleyball I had a blast. Sun, the beach, cocktails, could anyone ask for more?...Well there were beautiful men too, so if that does it for you, then I encourage you to go. Even the men on steroids here seemed to be friendlier than the ones on the island of Manhattan (probably because all of their hard work could now be on display).

The only quam I found, other than running into every gay person I had ever met, was the sex on the beach. The gay male population has been known for promiscuity and this seemed to be no exception, whether it was out on the sand or in the meat racks (the wooden pathway that connects The Pines and Cherry Grove). And while I am all for freedom of expression, next time try to go inside boys…no one wants to see that.

Goals Accomplished:
1) I had never been to Fire Island (Spring Break for gay adult men...and the women that accompany them)
2) Uncomfortable when my bathing suit slipped...and occasionally next to the men on steroids
3) Learned this is a literal meat market...and that traveling in numbers is your best bet