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One of the guys who often headlined went by the name Jeremiah (with various spellings) Shastid. His family had immigrated from some Middle Eastern country or other in his childhood, so his actual surname probably wasn't that much different than what he was known by.
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Jeremiah! Does anyone remember a male dancer who used to wow all the women at the Dayton bars in the 70's. I think his name was "Jeremiah". This was years before the Chippendale dancers and other male revues. He actually lived right down the street from me near the Dayton Mall.
It was like god had sent me a message. Had a chain chair hanging and the shows were times better actually. I was born the same year as Madonna. West Side Story. Not to mention putting gas pumps outside lots of supermarkets! I was blown away by the show - very good looking male burlesque kings showing their erect merchandise for the world to enjoy! Sometimes a movie screen came down to entertain with a film. Their website is I was in such desperate drug denial that I believed I could retreat to old behavior a Gaiety dancer at 18 yrs. The dancers would help each other get hard in the dressing room. It was wonderful, especially for me who was coming from France. And I have sadly lost track with all the dancers who were friends for many years. The dancers were varied and great looking, white, black, Latino — I saw Mark Wolf perform a couple of times I recognised him from a cover story of Inches. Tere was one or two bodies a week turning up there. It was a nice place to go if you were a customer. My solution at the time was to go to a club called Rounds where I could make more money with less partners. I submitted an earlier post in April If it is you, this is what I remember: You were gay in high school or at least bisexual but by the time I met you, you were pretty much straight. And, it was not replaced. I managed to watch only 1 broadway show in all of my 1 week stay because of my addiction to Gaiety. It originally opened in The building was just demolished and last week's visit to the site revealed the zig-zag vestigial trace of the stairs you used to climb to reach the Gaiety. I came across the Gaiety by that Pied Piper of porn, Madonna - my first visit to the theatre was back in - and yup they had pictures from Madonna's SEX book on the wall made me feel at home. It was wide open. Hasn't it always been there? Late 70s early 80s the image there was of youth gone awry. A brown leather cowboy hat with ostrich yellow cowboyboots and a brown Gucci bikini made me look like an Aussie hunter. The dancers, most of them muscled and tanned, would come out on stage and strip, then disappear behind the blue tinsel curtain. Forgot to mention Have been searching and cannot find it. I been in the navy for nearly 30 years and find myself wondering where they all went. I had a wonderful time there and it's one of my favorites moments in my life. I could not afford to fall blinded by the spot or strobe lights of the disco. I was a dancer at The Gayety on and off from to View detailed profiles of: Cleveland, Ohio. I will survive. I worked at the Gaiety beginning of Location: Philaburbia 37, posts, read 66,, times Reputation: I learned that show time had afternoon and evening performances, and for much of my stay in New York I spent a great many hours at the theatre. At this time the boys were all natural and not bodybuilders. Talk about a fad that's dead and buried and likely to never be seen again. And this is also a hint to our photo poster to find some "now, then, and way back when" pics of where North Bend Rd takes its bend to the east. Opacity: Opacity. Denise was like a mother to most. Great stories everyone. What the sign doesn't illuminate is the lore that set the Gaiety apart from other clubs: the mainstream attention it attracted after photos of Madonna and some of the club's dancers were included in her book, ''Sex''; the cachet of visitors like John Waters, Andy Warhol and Shirley MacLaine; and the club's unrivaled ability to survive, despite the strict zoning laws instituted during the Giuliani administration, thanks to a location just outside a restricted area.
The Book of Lamentations: a bitterly nostalgic look at a city in the process of going extinct. I used to visit the Gaiety back in the 80s every time I came to New York on business. The whole concept seemed very outdated. I think it attracted mostly closeted men like myself. As your post noted, there was a small reception room next to the theater itself. They served snacks for the customers and the dancers. Most of the time the customers were shy middle aged men who stood in awe of the well built dancers. They rarely had the nerve to mingle. I wondered at first if the dancers were engaging in prostitution with some of these men, but I never saw an indication of it if they were. Oh it was really fun, it was raining men. Huge muscles. We are writing about NYC only 5 years ago, when I was 25! It all souns like history, like an ancient myth, tragicly unbelievable to US anymore. How come we got so boring in such a short time! Who is to blame? We shouldn't have let them brainwash us. Now those bossy, boring republicans are gone any chance of having Gaiety or such back? It is only fare to have male strip clubs while having somany female strip clubs everywhere. Guys love to perform, showoff. Double standard. Double Standard it is that we got pushed in to by gender-chauvinist powers. We want Gaiety, we want Male Burlesque. I loved the Gaiety. I used to go with my gay boys and watch them work the room I danced there in , for five months. What ever happened to the lovely Denise and her sister, Evi? I miss them. And I have sadly lost track with all the dancers who were friends for many years. I worked at the Gaiety beginning of It was wonderful, especially for me who was coming from France. At this time the boys were all natural and not bodybuilders. Great bodies; the customers were very nice and the owner too. I had a wonderful time there and it's one of my favorites moments in my life. Too bad it disappeared. My first visit was in I'll never forget the incredible dark-haired dancer with the chain that went sailing over the audience; it's a wonder nobody was hurt. Every subsequent visit to NYC found me at the Gaiety. And yes - the dancers were available behind the stage - for a price. I was a devoted patron of the Gaiety from April, , to June, I loved the backroom scene, which was sexually modest for the most part, until Giluliani's clamp down. I made many friends and lovers with the boys. I saw it's decline for many years under Giuliani's harrassment. I left New York just a year before it ended. And, it was not replaced. I now live in Montreal, where the culture of the Gaiety is well and alive. So much for living in the puritanical Etats-Unis. I actually danced there briefly in 79 and came in second in a burlesque review behind a John Holmes impressionist
ANyone know what the rules would have been in summer of '85 at the Gaiety or Follies about touching dancers while they stripped. It is only fare to have male strip clubs while having somany female strip clubs everywhere. I danced at the Gaiety in the late 70's, but by the early 80's I mostly worked as a cashier, as "Maximo". Just went back to the city for first time in years and 46th looks weird with no black stairway snaking up the side of the building. View detailed profiles of: Cleveland, Ohio. Cincinnati v. While on a west-side night spot scandal roll, let's also air out the "West Side Story" story. Very low profile. I made so many friends there and met so many beautiful people there from dancers to customers who gave me moral support when i came out to my parents and vice versa gave support to customers who came there who were still in the closet. I always wondered if there were businesses at one time in that area. I was a hustler looking for extra bread and I tell you tips were cheap if at all. The sentimental piece of luggage that had taken me around the world on luxurious vacations was now full of stripper costumes that I would buy or make. Classy dude!!! Where were you allowed to put the money, and what were you permitted to touch? It was wide open. It was a he'll of a time period- pre HIV and anything went. I recall the vending machine area Only a flight of stairs is visible through a glass door. Advertisements 7-Eleven is taking over the world. Had to "LOL" over seeing the "waterbed warehouse" sign on Glenway. Subscribe to: Post Comments Atom. I stood there trying to convince myself that I might have got the wrong address! I returned to my college StonyBrook and returned to meet Nicky in Penn Station, wherein he lead me to the Gaiety to watch him strip, then, told me to do the same. I'm glad I had the opportunity to experience it all If it is, where's Ron's Roost? Only I was no longer receiving a PromKing trophy for my performance. At he appeared to be the owner- now I know better. Mama Lina's But here I was,a middle-aged hoofer,dancing like a crazy madman to"Ray of Light". If you charged any less the other dancers would hear about it and they could alienate you in several ways for it. Book Events Visit this page for information on upcoming book events. And wait. We shouldn't have let them brainwash us. There was absolutely no sense in it he ce the crowds were small-at least when I worked. My dad and I were looking at the construction site and mom stated that she wanted to check out the howard johnson for lunch, I was on the left side and I noticed a sign stating Gaiety. But West Side Story was a clever name for a place situated on that side of town. Late 70s early 80s the image there was of youth gone awry. I smile at the memories and mostly I thank Denise for being the lady I will never forget. The guests walked through the dressing room and gave you a BJ to the side of the stage in a semi private area. Posted by Jeremiah Moss at AM. I went to Cape Cod where I married and had a son. Between live shows gay porn was screened no sound just visual from a projector , most of the title came from the Kristen Bjorn stable, with those beefy dark men not unlike the dancers. I was blown away by the show - very good looking male burlesque kings showing their erect merchandise for the world to enjoy! Had a chain chair hanging and the shows were times better actually. Too bad it disappeared.
Some forums can only be seen by registered members. View detailed profile Advanced or search site with Search Forums Advanced. They even have stores in Japan! But during the Sohio era the largest Cincinnati convenience store chain was King Kwik. They were "all over the map. But in areas near an expressway or hospital - for instance - they were doing business So one of their ad slogans was a jab at UDF: "We're there when you need us. An actor dressed not too much differently than the in famous kid-show host "Uncle Al" filmed all the ads twice, then the producers would create a "split screen" commercial so it appeared that he was twins - who were known as the Kwik Brothers. The other motto for the stores, "Kwik in, Kwik out" started or ended plenty of jokes back in the day. One suitable for including in a family-friendly forum was, "Why do hold-up men love robbing King Kwiks? Of course all this was when no one had gotten the idea to plop a convenience store on every gas-station lot instead of a business office and repair garage. Not to mention putting gas pumps outside lots of supermarkets! As for the night spot on Old Colerain, my mind's too full of King Kwik jingles to pull up its name. But my hunch is that this is the club which - in a bold move since it wasn't in Newport - started featuring ahem "exotic" dancers when the disco craze was on the wane. One of the guys who often headlined went by the name Jeremiah with various spellings Shastid. His family had immigrated from some Middle Eastern country or other in his childhood, so his actual surname probably wasn't that much different than what he was known by. Anyway, a friend of mine at college in Indiana hailed from that part of the world and was acquainted with "Jeremiah. Big mistake! Classy dude!!! Then, funny how these things happen, the building mysteriously went up in flames. While on a west-side night spot scandal roll, let's also air out the "West Side Story" story. During the years when all cool people were doing the hustle 'cause that's the way uh huh uh huh they liked it, a prosperous local restaurateur bought a building located on Cheviot Rd near North Bend, maybe vice versa, and opened a disco. Few if any guys ever met a girl named Maria there. But West Side Story was a clever name for a place situated on that side of town. Word soon got out on the teen-age wire, no less quickly and reliably than Twitter does today, that getting carded was never a problem there. So if another long-gone and notorious club in Greenhills was too crowded, or "not happening," Plan B at least in my part of town was to drive out to Monfort Heights. A few weeks before their senior year in high school was to begin, two kids did just that and only one made it home. After knocking back a goodly quantity of beers at West Side Story, they sped around aimlessly for a while before deciding to return to familiar territory. The driver lost control on one of Montana Ave's curves and smashed into a tree, killing the passenger instantly. What made matters worse: the owner of the club, and the boy who died, lived on the same block. This happened in July of if anybody wants to dig for the accounts. And this is also a hint to our photo poster to find some "now, then, and way back when" pics of where North Bend Rd takes its bend to the east. If it is, where's Ron's Roost? Hasn't it always been there? West Side Story. Now that was a place to behold. It was on the lower level of the strip mall. One night his buddy actually got bit by Red's pitcher Pedro Bourbon during a fight. Does anyone remember the club or restaurant with the big flaming torchs outside in that strip mall? American Luxury. Some of them I have already posted. A bunch of new photos! Wesselman Rd. Had to "LOL" over seeing the "waterbed warehouse" sign on Glenway. Talk about a fad that's dead and buried and likely to never be seen again. Waterbeds did give you a good night's sleep and were fun to, uh, play on though. Approaching Miamitown from the east on Harrison Pike now probably involves driving across a concrete deck bridge with low and plain barriers on either side.