Welcome to WeHo!
West Hollywood is the ultimate tease. It’s where you find the cutest boys, but they’re all gay!
- My friend. Saturday night.
What an astute observation a girlfriend of mine made while sandwiched between the most attractive, sweaty and gyrating men on the dance floor. Now she gets why I joined OkCupid.
Just what my weekend needed, “Paris Is Burning” GIFs! A WeHo regular that works at Video West INSISTED that I rent this classic promising that it would change my life. He then proceeded to vogue while chanting “Pepper LaBeija”. Thanks for the fabulous recommendation, boo.
- Only Girl in Weho from the house of Xtravaganza
(via jerseydrag)
WeHo Fashion Week 2011
Last night, Fall Fashion Week 2011 commenced with Fashion’s Night Out. I pranced about the West Hollywood boutiques, sopping up the gratis cocktails courtesy of Louboutin, John Varvatos and others with my brother and friends. At one point, I awkwardly bumped into a guy that I may have kissed (OK, we kissed) at a ridiculous 2010 Valentines Day party. These uncomfortable reunions happen, but it’s quite a rare occurrence for a straight girl in WeHo. I’m fairly certain though, that’s business as usual for most of my cute neighbors.
Anyway, In honor of the fashion frenzy taking place this week, I present- as told by my grainy phone photos- the fall trend that is currently sweeping the WeHo catwalk itself, Santa Monica Blvd.: “Lumberjack Realness”.
The Abbey Is Straight Gross
The Abbey, it’s time we have a talk. Do you remember the adorable young gentleman from the other night? Sitting behind the retractable barricade in VIP, propped upright, yet somehow spewing all over himself? Within seconds your black clad bouncers were nicely escorting this sick guest outside. They were right. Fresh air would have served him well (and probably everyone else) at that point. Also, you simply cannot have someone spitting up the very alcohol you are trying to sell, especially when they have the glow of the fireplace serving as their own personal spotlight. It’s just really bad for business.
Well I should tell you, contrary to initial assumptions, this partier was not suffering the consequences of excessive alcohol consumption. No. This cute unfortunate soul, seeking a night of uninhibited dancing to a mix of “Dancing in the Dark”, looking fierce with bottle service, was in fact made nauseous by the obnoxious straight people using the dance floor to demonstrate just how they procreate. Believe me.
The Abbey is very hetero friendly, but it is still a gay establishment. Despite this, men flock there to prey on women that may frequent the club with their friends as though it is some novel idea. Just last night as I was dancing and sweating out my weave, I was smushed between two straight couples deepthroating each other. As a straight person myself, I know that I am free to indulge in similar raunchy behavior anywhere in this city, so can’t we just let gay people have a club of their own where they deepthroat freely? And recently, a guy “hit on my friend” by trying to recruit her to help him navigate the gay bar scene (“How do I tell guys I don’t want to dance with them since I’m not gay?”), because homophobia is so alluring. Ugh! Anyway, what I’m saying to you, The Abbey, your straight clientele is just the worst. Now please excuse me while I puke.
