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Inside The Black Party: Last Night In Paradise

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ChrisHarder, LeviKarter

In the almost six years I’ve lived in New York City — five of which I’ve spent working predominantly in gay night life—it now amazes me that I’ve only managed to make it to two Black Partys: this year’s India-inspired, “A Ruined Paradise” theme and the previous year’s psychotic Luna Park fantasy. All political correctness aside, you’ll notice that no matter the theme, a Black Party trademark is seeing just how far one can color any cultural deity or your typical carnival clown in as many distorted and sexually hedonistic hues as possible. And I love it. Or, make that, loved it, as the doors of Roseland Ballroom close forever on this year’s feast of fetishism. Perhaps the thin silver lining to another extinction of a New York City institution is that now a future theme of “Broken-down-ballroom” is conveniently set into place.

Because of the Black Party’s final night’s residency at Roseland and also because of my growing involvement in the adult industry — I exclusively model for Cocky Boys — I wanted to immerse myself in as much Black Party sexcapades as possible. I reasoned that if anything, it’s at least good publicity for getting one’s face (and then some) out there.

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Harder, Marcus Isaacs

 

BP_HaremWhoreMy night began like most of my work weekends: in a cage. Well, technically this was a go-go box inside a cage, but I started the evening working the trickling crowd of early Black Party devotees who already were beginning to fill the upper level of Roseland with an assortment of jock, chaps and harness clad bodies. My cage was stationed directly across from the Rent Boy “harem suite” and I had the perfect view of fellow friends and adult performers like Eli Lewis, Cocky Boys’ Duncan Black, and Austin and Tyler Wolf lap dancing each other and the occasional lucky patron selected by drag performer Holly Dae, who swished about in ethereal white skirts and a pearl and mirror encrusted corset. I in turn was enjoying my own go-go hustling and trying my best to make the most out of my stage, not to mention my tiny, tiny underwear. Using the iron bars of my cage, I periodically hoisted myself into the air, spread my legs in my mesh thong and grinded away against every possible inch of wrought iron, coaxing onlookers to come say hello and ideally make a small donation to my stripper college fund.

After a few hours of cage class and masturbatory grape eating — a fairly accurate, literal description of my brief stage show — I was free to explore the rest of the party. By this point in the night Roseland was filling to capacity. The upper floor of my go-go station swarmed with nearly naked bodies, massing their way in hungry searches through the neon threaded hallways, where illuminated vines did little to incur partygoer’s inhibitions for almost every conceivable sexual act. Blow jobs, hand jobs, rim jobs and job-jobs dotted the pathways like Karma Sutra inspired Stations of the Cross, all filtering towards the dark room.

BP_HaremWhore_2I couldn’t help but find it humorous that the “Black” Party, known for its extreme sexual exhibitionism, also had a “dark” room. It felt like having a dessert table at the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory. Nevertheless, as a dedicated journalist I felt it my duty to explore all aspects of the party, and so I let myself get sucked into the tide of wandering eyes and talkative hands that literally pulled all who dared into the seemingly infinite, pitch black tunnel of the dark room. The bombardment of heavy tribal music, stroking hands and inevitable swirling musk of innumerable men proved too much for me though. I was testing myself as if holding my breath under water to see how long I could stand being in the sweaty, cramped, sexually charged corridor until both my mind and my body screamed for release, and I fought my way back against the current of bodies to the more well lit and aerated hallways. My capacity for heated groping soundly tested — I’d give myself a “seven” — I resolved to take a break from the party and go to the source of the real shows: the downstairs dressing rooms.

BP_Backstage_MonkiesNo matter whether I’m working a burlesque show or a sex party, the dressing room is always the highlight of the evening for me, and the Black Party’s cinder block club house of porn stars was no exception. The players and performers of the who’s who (or who’s screwed) of gay porn paraded, joked, and flirted in unclothed abundance. Zombie Aladdin’s like my fellow Cocky Boys’ bro Levi Karter charged cell phones and chatted with bindi-ed bartenders sucking in the briefest of cigarette breaks. Muscular hunks Boomer Banks and Marcus Isaacs adjusted each other’s pendulous monkey tails while beefcake centurions Seven Dixon and Leo Forte recharged their bodies with handfuls of trail mix and Nutrigrain bars after fucking each other under the jewel toned lights of their cut out Taj Mahal palace. Meanwhile gay porn momma Mr. Pam darted and bobbed with her camera between the clusters of bare butts and sequin appliquéd jock straps and twisted drag sensation Maddelyn Hatter applied the final, not-so-subtle touches of electric yellow and orange powder to her gorgeous, deity-inspired make-up. I felt like I was in an orgiastic Disneyland of leather, muscle, and whorishly costumed Arabian back-up dancers.

BP_DuncanBlack_MaddelynHatterThe combination of all the playful, sexual camaraderie mixed with the even more direct physical groping and probing on the trance-inducing dance floor again made me regret my former ambivalence for attending previous year’s parties. It’s in fact a condition shared by many New Yorker’s I think, this missing out on some of the more outrageous events and opportunities that supposedly drive many of us to the city in the first place. So whether its next week’s sex party or Chelsea gallery art opening, I challenge you, the reader, to actually get out and go do it!

Now, all that said and soap box acknowledged, die hard Black Party congregants will probably find it humorous that after vowing to immerse myself fully in this final night’s decadence, I packed up my jock strap and said goodbye to the Roseland for the last time just around 4 a.m., an hour when many party goers are just beginning to arrive. In fact, as I sit here writing this article on Sunday afternoon, there is no doubt in my mind that the dancing, sex, and debauchery is barely beginning to wrap up itself up. Nevertheless, I felt like I had gotten my full taste of the Black Party experience, and besides, that craving was now replaced by the very real hunger pangs from all that earlier cage dancing.

BP_Maddelyn HatterMuch like my nights usually begin on a box, so too do they also end up in a booth, usually accompanied by home fries and as much Heinz Ketchup as a I desire — I had soundly burned those carbs so don’t throw me no shade. And even though the hypnotic beat of Roseland’s tribal rhythms continued to entice and draw new participants into its sexual playground, at least a handful of spent partiers joined me in occupying adjacent booths and tables, mixing in the relative quiet din of the after hour’s diner crowd. In fact, sitting right across from me were three belly dancing goddesses, now looking much more casual in their street wear while sharing plates of home fries and chicken tenders, though still covered in head-to-toe blue body paint and glitter.

I smiled to myself as my own late night breakfast approached my table. Though I make my living in nightlife, I definitely needed to get out more.

By:           CHRIS HARDER
On:           Mar 24, 2014
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  • 17 Comments
    • Icebloo
      Icebloo

      How many new HIV infections were achieved at this party last night ?

      Nasty.

      Mar 24, 2014 at 9:15 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • EvonCook
      EvonCook

      @Icebloo: Hopefully none Icebloo. It is possible to be sensuous, licentious and promiscuous enjoying the best of male sexuality and instincts and also take precautions against disease, even if those things are not PC for assimilationists and wanna be faux heteros or male lesbians. Monogamists tend to be far more unnatural, churlish and prudish, not to mention frustrated and condemning! That is what is really “nasty!”

      Mar 25, 2014 at 1:07 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • DarkZephyr
      DarkZephyr

      @EvonCook: I was on your side and just as annoyed as you are until you attacked “monogamists”. Why did you feel the need to do that just because Icebloo’s self righteousness annoyed you? Besides, not everyone who is into monogamy is prudish or judgmental. I am monogamous with my fiance and have been with past boyfriends (I practice monogamy when I am in a committed relationship), but when I have been between relationships I have not been a stranger to safe, casual fun and I don’t judge those who are in open relationships. Monogamy is what I choose for myself and there is nothing wrong with that.

      That being said I still feel that Icebloos comment was pathetically judgmental and inflammatory and I fully agree with the first portion of your first sentence. It IS “possible to be sensuous, licentious and promiscuous [while] enjoying the best of male sexuality and instincts and also take precautions against disease.” There is nothing wrong with that either.

      Mar 25, 2014 at 2:25 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Stache99
      Stache99

      @EvonCook: I’m just gonna say that I agree with most everything you said and with DarkZephyr too. Then again I just like to be in the middle ;)

      Mar 25, 2014 at 3:10 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Fang
      Fang

      @EvonCook: Preach!!!

      Mar 25, 2014 at 7:06 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • BrandoPolo
      BrandoPolo

      @EvonCook: Gotta love the hypocrisy of someone who condemns another for churlish judgments before smearing men who are in monogamous relationships as “assimilationists”*, lesbians, unnatural, etc.

      My fiance and I are extremely happy for ourselves, and we are enjoying together not only the best of male sexuality, but also of love and life. However, we are also manage to happy for our friends who are legit porn stars, committed bachelors, and in strong open relationshhips, and other guys and girls in our social circle who make sexual and relationship choices that are different from ours, but which make them healthy and happy.

      But that’s because we’re not angry, insecure and lonely like those who of you feel the need to look down on others’ lifestyles to feel better about your own. But I do thank the first two comments for proving that the inner sadness misdirected towards others as bitter self-righteousness can be found both among “monogamists” and the promiscuous.

      *P.S. An assimilationist is someone who integrates society. Its use here makes no sense in its negative context, unless 1) there is some pro-segregation movement in the gay community of which I am unaware or 2) the comment was written by someone who is “faux smart” in a massively failed attempt to sound credible. In general, one shouldn’t use big words unless they actually know the meaning.

      Mar 25, 2014 at 8:26 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • chrisharderxxx
      chrisharderxxx

      If you enojoyed this article you can catch even more photos and behind-the-scenes recountings of my nightlife sexcapades at http://chrisharderfilms.com/

      XXX!

      Mar 25, 2014 at 8:48 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Cam
      Cam

      @DarkZephyr: said…

      “@EvonCook: I was on your side and just as annoyed as you are until you attacked “monogamists”. Why did you feel the need to do that just because Icebloo’s self righteousness annoyed you?
      ____________________________-

      Because he is just as self righteous, and apparently hypocritical.

      Mar 25, 2014 at 9:43 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • erasure25
      erasure25

      @DarkZephyr: You seemed to have overlooked the phrase “tend to.” The response was not an “attack” on anyone, merely an observation, although somewhat anecdotal without citations to evidence. No need to get personally offended in this case.

      Mar 25, 2014 at 12:13 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • misterhollywood
      misterhollywood

      Gotta love the pictures – looks fun!

      Mar 25, 2014 at 1:20 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Geeker
      Geeker

      @Icebloo: These were all porn stars and escorts so most were probably already positive to begin with.

      Mar 25, 2014 at 1:56 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Stache99
      Stache99

      @Geeker: Can you please cite the study or link where you came up with that information. That way people don’t assume you just pulled it out of your as*.

      Mar 25, 2014 at 2:09 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Geeker
      Geeker

      @Stache99: The rising number willing to do bareback porn and who are willing to have unsafe sex with clients kind of hints at it.

      Mar 25, 2014 at 2:40 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Stache99
      Stache99

      @Geeker: The same could be said of society in general. Porn only reflects that. No more and no less. The same argument could be made for any gay related parties.

      Mar 25, 2014 at 3:09 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Geeker
      Geeker

      Black Party isn’t a gay related party though,it’s a gay porn/escort related sex party.

      Mar 25, 2014 at 3:56 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Kangol
      Kangol

      I’m very pro-sex, but let’s just say that while the Black Party did actively promote safer sex with LOTS of free condoms and lubes, there was a contingent that was having sex without the condoms.

      Did they all already know their sero-status? Had they all already been tested for HIV and STIs recently, and discussed this? Had they all negotiated the risks? I don’t know.

      But I will not fault the Black Party. They did make an extra effort with safe sex this time.

      Mar 25, 2014 at 7:40 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • corporatewhore
      corporatewhore

      The BP was a good time, this last time at Roseland. What was not good was the DJ Boris. Anyone who goes to the BP knows that between 3:00 a.m. and basically 9:00 a.m. is prime time. I think Boris took over at 4:00? Whomever it was, first there was the depressing Britney Spears dance number. Um, organizers, this is the BP, not the White Party. How did we go from double fisting on a Ducati, to a dance number (with lame dance music during it). Then, while not as bad as that idiot Hector Romero who played Whitney Houston’s Greatest Love of All a few years ago (he should never be allowed to DJ again after that b.s.), Boris had a crowd, a huge crowd, pumped up and ready to dance and what does he do? Brings it down in two ways: 1. His set wasn’t great. He brought the tempo down too often and for too long. 2. He employed those bright white lights (with all the colored ones) but when you do that (employ the bright white lights) it becomes too light on the dance floor. It’s the BLACK PARTY, it’s supposed to be heavy music and a dark atmosphere. So wherever they move it next year, please, ensure the DJ’s get that it’s HEAVY dance music from the word go and also please, no more lame ass gay dance numbers. jesus h.

      Mar 28, 2014 at 11:05 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·

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