geekyfemme

KenNYC

Let's Form Voltron

yosoylinda

...no.

Joe_Welcome

Mean_Ol_Liberal

Rufus can suck it. You can only out homophobic closet cases. My conservative Christian parents love 360. They have nothing against homosexuals as long as they're celibate and since he's in the closet (hasn't had a press release on the topic), they assume that he doesn't have sex. I smile and nod.

lovely nigerienne

Yeah, true. But to me, himbos are no where near as annoying as bimbos.

GothamTomato

k68

Fine-Al

Then again, this is NYC, wouldn't it make sense to pinpoint the gyms that aren't gay?

FitFiend

elvisiselvis

veronica

A bimbo by any other name is still a bimbo. Nothing quite like having to break up an obvious courtship ritual to get to the lat pulldown at David Barton.

decisiveindifference

I used to belong to the David Barton gym & I loved it because it WAS so GAY. That meant you could actually work out because there weren't any bimbos draped across the circuit machines, trying to get the attention of the hot guys.

decisiveindifference

Though I will say I did see that once, a number of years ago, at Barton's: A woman was trying everything in her t&a arsenal to get the attention of an oblivious Calvin Klein.

I assumed she was new in town.

GothamTomato

Let's Form Voltron

Hmm...I may just be oblivious.

ae38

sexbot

MommyDearest

the cajun boy

sing_michael_sing

gingham

cdmunch

econdave

SchmatSchmaymon

asketchymess

Here is the original post that photos came from, from our old blog:

Sunny Days and Pissed Off Realtors

Last last Sunday... and I don't mean today or last Sunday, I mean the last last Sunday, was the first beautiful day we've had in SF in literally weeks. Every day had been cold, rainy, shitty, and cold... and short (like today). That Sunday was still short, but it was sunny and warm.

After waking up and happily noting that I had not pissed myself (wait... nevermind), I went out to get some breakfast with Raph, Johnny D and Katon. It was alreay beautiful out when we left the house at 9:30 and it was even more beautiful when we left the CREPE House at 11. On our way out the door, still looking hung over, we passed by three girls who were pretty typical of our neighborhood. Two of them were looking at us disgustedly, while the other one didn't notice us because she was busy listening to herself talk. Understandable I guess bacause they were obviously discussing matters of import. In passing I heard her say:

"Like... I want to go to the GAP, but I don't. You know?"

That really has nothing to do with this story but it was certainly amusing in it's own right. Anyhow...

We returned to the Jo-tel and settled in on the front porch to enjoy the sun. The PUMA procured from our apartment some milk and a bottle of Parrot Bay. The PUMA proclaimed the milk/coconut rum mixture to be his new favorite drink. Around noon, we noticed that the cars were beginning to multiply on our street... nice cars. They would double park, throw on the blinkers and enter the modern looking building directly accross the street from us. Near the entrance were two delicately coifed ladies, one of whom was handing out folders of some sort, the other of whom was taking notes on a clip board. We didn't really put two and two together until some guy came over to us and asked us if he could come up on our porch to get a good look at the building's facade. It was an open house. We asked the gentleman how much the places were going for; he told us 500Gs.

We'd already noticed that the clipboard lady had been ice grilling us for some time. At that point, there were maybe five of us on the porch, listening to music and not even drinking anything that could be positively identified as alcohol, but we were evidently cramping her style by being visible. Also at that point it became abundantly clear to all of us what needed to be done:

1) Get all the cock rock we could find
2) Go get more alcohol
3) Strip down to our underwear
4) Turn music up... WAY up

So that's just what we did. I think the pictures are pretty self-explanatory as to our outfits. The only thing that bears mentioning is that sweet Inga was out on the porch with us for most of the day. She was not in her underwear, but we appreciated her presence none-the-less in the capacity of official photographer and hot chick legitimizer of shameless frat boy antics.

Surprisingly enough, most of the home shoppers seemed to find us quite amusing. Few if any were disgusted or said anything derogatory that is, except for the realtor. To put it mildly, she was NOT amused. She came walking out of the building, took one look at us and got on her cell phone immediately. We assumed she was calling the cops, but we weren't doing anything illegal so we weren't too worried. For all she knew, we could've actually been driving the bid price up (this is San Francisco after all). Quoth the PUMA "If this were Noe Valley we would've raised the property value by 100,000 dollars!"

I've been working on this post for a week now and it still didn't come out that funny. I feel like Donald Sutherland in Animal House. Just... here's some pictures.

[Ed. note: This is where the photo is. - Will]

...I know what you're thinking and yes, I'm single.

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sfwill22

AndIAmTellingYou

Real 'mos go to the Univ of Abercrombie & Fitch, and we wear our gang colors proudly.

AndIAmTellingYou

La Cieca

sexbot

cdmunch

Joe_Welcome

Joe_Welcome

veronica

francophony

...oy vey!

Joe_Welcome

scarletmenace

SchmatSchmaymon

francophony

the-cubicle-dweller

AndIAmTellingYou

Equinox is just too much for me. B'way is like walking into Splash. Lexington, not so much.

I'm still shopping around since... eye candy is always an incentive, and I've plucked a few bf's from amongst 'mos at the gym.

AndIAmTellingYou

vandusen

fasthugger

"If I'm 'gay,' how come I work out so much?"

Oh...

Untranscribable Sound Of Unmanly Anguish

The demographic at Crunch Lafayette is highly gay, but it is a more "I'll put the weights back on the weight rack rather than toss them on the floor" flavor, than "free-for-all in the sauna" thing, I found.

bittergreen

lawyerlez

fortqueenmean

Diglett

I went to the pool today at the Crunch gym on 42nd. Holy shit that place was gay! I think it's the pool and Chelsea/Hell's Kitchen proximity. There was this kind of friendly cruise vibe, but almost everyone was ripped out, I mean like GQ abs of steel good-looking, so I was passed over, which is good for me.

I believe the term is "troll" for this kind of behavior. Some of the boytoys even took notice of the situation. I was just busting up and wishing that you could have been there, or maybe that would have given you too much ammunition for when I am drunk and rhetorically defenseless.

My response?

The only ways that you could've found a higher concentration of the 'pink bomb' would be if you went: skinny-dipping in the lake next to the Rambles of Central Park; sunbathing in see-thru hot shorts at the Christopher Street Piers; or a sweaty jog through Fire Island's Meat Rack wearing only a conveniently place tube sock and knee pads. I recommend that if you venture for future visits you find yourself a loose-fitting burkha with tinted goggles. No showing of skin or its "Dueling Banjos" for you. Even your intent stare of Lady Buckeye's brown-eye will not shake them from your crude deposits.

fortqueenmean

rod townsend

jam4th

the cajun boy

NotThatClever

bacon-yum

Actually, the sauna has already been closed by the health department, so maybe a new record has been broken.

And the NYSC in Harlem is also gay, gay, gay. Like a rainbow coalition of buggery. Love it!

90lbweakling

NobodyLikesMe

medium self-esteem gay: NYSC's on 23rd (both), Crunch on 2nd btwn 58th and 59th

low self-esteem gay: NYSC on Irving

hot sex with guys wearing wedding rings: bally's sports on 32nd

wearing buttplugs while lifting: 19th street gym

hear complaints that "the provided "invigorating post-shower eucalyptus splash seemed to be left out from yesterday and thus not fresh enough and do you know how stressful that is for me as a stylist, a professional stylist?": any Equinox

rod townsend

And since when is it permissible for one gaye to rag on another for lifting 5-lb. weights? It's not like Rufus is some Butch McButchypants. Where is the sissy representation?

tammyfey

Jory

1) Any gym that haughtily laughs in the face of traditional grammar, ie DavidBartonGym, is decidedly gay and PROUD.
2) Neighborhood consistency: GYM on 8th is actually a gay bar, so isn't DavidBartonGym just following suit?
3) Men wait in line for the EFXs. . .with hard-ons.

sarahspice6

Teabiscuit

GayGayerson

She also reports that AC(/DC)360 has been working out there recently complete with mini entourage.

As one of the few straight men in Chelsea I chose the NYSC on w23rd and 8th. It has never seemed overly gay to me and there are always plenty of women, young and old, puffing away on the stair climbers.

2CK

In a recent visit to NYC, I passed by an Equinox in Brooklyn Heights, and was reminded of our Silver Fox, before remembering where I was. Do the outer borough gyms register on the gayscale? If not, who exactly goes to the Brooklyn Heights Equinox?

Dwayne Provecho

But that was before 23rd and 8th was built, so I'm assuming now that the Park Ave location is a second banana in gayness.

the-cubicle-dweller

Aatom

the cajun boy

Sigerson

Amanda Lepore strutting on a treadmill gaytrumps B.D. Wong doing abductors in short shorts.

Thataboy

ajl

sexbot

Clarence Rosario

Untranscribable Sound Of Unmanly Anguish

HoHoKennedy

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NobodyLikesMe