Clinamenic
Binary & Tweed
Believe me I was surprised too, albeit pleasantly. The sign reading “Ass Juice” on the menu gave no indication of what was in it, so I was prepared for a more exotic taste than that of a mere Arnold Palmer.
Yes, it was incredibly uncomfortable. One time it was a small coffee shop space—maybe 8-12 people, very intimate. I'm sitting on the floor, under a table, at 6'2", because it's a small space and I show up a little late, don't wanna take the last chair. Proceed to get shown a video about how white people take up space—a supreme bit of irony vis-a-vis essentializing—and then am asked to participate in a call-and-response where I say shit like "I am a white supremacist," "I need to make space for the black people that I and my ancestors have denigrated with structural racism," "I accept the black man's potent sexuality as superior to my own."
It was an exercise designed to be humiliating—classic s/m tropes—and was. I kept silent but my cheeks burned and I left afterward. Actually, my girlfriend at the time helped organize the event, which was why I was in attendance to begin with.
Yeah everyone talks about "afters" (short for "after hours" and "after party"), it's seen as the much more exclusive event, often the "real" event. There's the public watering hole where you network and then the inner circles + whoever they picked up or liked at the watering hole heads back to someone's apartment. This is all over Whit Stillman films (Metropolitan, Last Days of Disco) and I believe the basis for the new Matt Gasda play.just saw after hours for the first time. similar to what i've been reading about the bohemian ideal recently, i suppose its obvious, there is an enduring myth about the night in new york that continues to the present, the randomness, the chance, everyone being up at 2am, artists doing weird shit, the girls who'll sleep with you immediately. it's obviously not a coincidence that he's reading henry miller at the start. eyes wide shut is part of that long lineage as well i think. party girl too, and that half-finished basquiat film. a really powerful myth i think. intoxicating. it makes you want to impersonate it, be a part of it.
it's part of the soup with the brooklyn culture mafia thing too, although only a minor flavour rather than a bulk vegetable.
Yeah everyone talks about "afters" (short for "after hours" and "after party"), it's seen as the much more exclusive event, often the "real" event. There's the public watering hole where you network and then the inner circles + whoever they picked up or liked at the watering hole heads back to someone's apartment. This is all over Whit Stillman films (Metropolitan, Last Days of Disco) and I believe the basis for the new Matt Gasda play.