James St. James' last novel, Disco Bloodbath, chronicles Michael Alig's real life descent into madness, ending with the hacked up body of the really dead drug deal, Angel Melendez.

Capturing the glitz, glam and gore of 1990's New York, Disco Bloodbath killed the competition, becoming a classic and finding new life in the 2003 flick, Party Monster, starring Seth Green as the incarcerated and single Alig, whileMacaulay Culkin appeared as St. James. Now, St. James makes a triumphant return with a less blood-curdling tale, Freak Show.

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Frankie D is used to being seen as a wild man. Look at him: he's a hairy beast! Despite his follicular bounty, Frankie's not keen on being labeled a bear. In fact, it's probably best you don't label him anything. This New York City bartender and student's one in a million.

For full disclosure, we've been friends with Frankie since the beginning of time. Well, at least since editor Andrew Belonsky used to work at a now defunct Chelsea coffee shop. He was eighteen, Frankie was twenty.

Despite their history, Belonsky's never had a real opportunity to pick Frankie's brain. So, in the interest of The Wild Issue, we enlisted Interview's Lucas Lai to do a little NYC photo shoot, after which Belonsky and Frankie went to one of their favorite fag dives, The Boiler Room, to get a little wild with a tape recorder.

Read the grizzly results, after the jump...

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New York's a wild town. Sure, it gets much of its reputation from the hustle and bustle of international culture, fashion, art and everything in-between, but the true meat comes from its fierce, uninhibited inhabitants. Take, for example, downtown darling Ladyfag.

Since moving from Toronto, this woman has taken the nightlife scene by storm, commingling with the freshest - and most made-up - faces in town. Ladyfag lives her life as she sees fit - taking chances, pushing envelopes and making no apologies for her love of the glittering game:

Most of the things I do, my parents would not approve of, but if you ever go out in queer nightlife, you know what wild’s all about. It’s just being over the top. Just meet me at The Cock one time and you’ll see wild styles!

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Phil Collins hasn't had a number one hit since 1989, but that doesn't mean his tunes aren't alive and well. Or, rather, alive and unwell. Brooklyn-based performance artist Neal Medlyn has revived some of the British musician's biggest hits for his demented, wholly twisted rock opera, Neal Medlyn's Coming In The Air Tonight.

The 32-year old performer takes the stage as Collins to highlight the song's dark underbelly. To build some hype for the show, Medlyn recently sat down with journo Dan Avery for a little heart-to-heart. He may not be a Collins fan - in fact, he describes his as a "douche bag" - but Medlyn can't resist the 56-year old's high-strung lyrics:

I wanted to make a show that was dark, like the opera, but more real world. There’s actually stuff in Phil Collins’s lyrics that makes you think if you hung out with him, you might be terrified. There’s all this accusation and paranoia. He seems like a schlubby Englishman on the outside, but then he’s kind of intense.

Medlyn - a former go-go dancer - tells Avery:

Oh, there’s blood and stuff, but I don’t think it’ll get that messy... It’s like a dance party with lots of blood. But it’s light and cheery.
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I do end up in my underpants or without my shirt off a lot... I like to feel like I might spin out of control at any moment.

Read more about the show here. And, of course, don't forget to check out Medlyn's website.

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• It's Wednesday. You know what that means. Well, yes, the week's half-way over. But, more importantly, it's time for some Good Times: the Queerty-sponsored, eastern bloc-housed, Jimmy Im-spun, Svedka-soaked weekly party. This week's special treats: guest DJ Kurvin and the launch of Genre's spring break issue. Hopefully they'll make up for that MOTY scandal. Get the deets, after the jump.

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Get that noggin' churnin' kids:

Which pop megastar celebrated his visit to nyc last week with an east Village gogo dancer and gay-for-pay rent boy? "he was fat, completely hairless and doesn't really like being touched," says the young gentleman.

Gatecrasher [NYDN]

The NYPD may want to start saving their pennies. Gay cop Jai Aiken has informed the fuzz that he plans to sue them for $15 million after coppers tried to set him up in a sting.

It all started in 2004, when an informer claimed Aiken had been peddling stolen guns and hired hooker. The police investigated the matter, but could find no evidence of wrong-doing. Unsatisfied, they then deployed an undercover cop to try to sell Aiken stolen goods. The 14-year veteran didn't bite initially - he was more interested in biting the undercover, who claimed to have had sex with men in jail. Aiken then spent the next few months trying to seduce the undercover, bragging of his sexual exploits - brags the boys in blue caught on tape. After a few months of naughty banter, Aiken finally caved and bought a stolen iPod and television, for which coppers arrested him.

At his trial - during which all the embarrassing tapes were played for jurors - Aiken insisted his intentions were purely carnal:

I don't deal with drugs, I don't deal with guns. I was trying to have a sexual thing with [the undercover]. So, I was just going along with whatever he was saying.

Now, he's filed the paper work to proceed with the lawsuit, saying he's been humiliated and didn't deserve such treatment: "I worked for the Police Department for 13 years. I was very professional. I don't deserve what these people did to me." For their part, the NYPD has only said that they haven't seen the lawsuit and, therefore, cannot comment. They do, after all, have their hands full with that whole Sean Bell murder.

'Humiliated' gay cop sues city for $15M [NYDN]

Again proving itself to be a groundbreaking newspaper, the New York Times has spent a whopping 2570 words telling us what we already know: Hell's Kitchen's establishing itself as one of the city's most gay friendly neighborhoods.

For those of you not living here in the city we so often refer to as the "hell mouth", more and more fagalas have been eschewing the increasingly pricey Chelsea for the more affordable Hell's Kitchen. On the surface this sounds like a simple real estate-related migration. Upon closer look, however, Hell's Kitchen as hot property mirrors a larger national trend.

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New York City's Speaker and acknowledged lesbian Christine Quinn may not have been able to march be barred from the city's St. Patricks Day Parade, but that didn't stop her from celebrating in Dublin. Of her emotional trip:

The fact I’m here in Dublin and able to march and participate in inclusive events should send a message of how backwards the New York parade is.

Included in Ireland [NY Blade]

So, what'd you do last night? Huh? What's that? Sounds like a snooze. You should have been at Good Times. You know, the Queerty-sponsored, Svedka-soaked, Jimmy Im-spinned, eastern bloc-housed weekly party. Yeah, we forgot to post the flyer but we expect you guys have some semblance of a memory left. You should know by now: Wednesday = Good Times.

We've included some more pictures after the jump. Our homo-photog got a little drunk and dropped his camera down a glory hole so, sadly, there aren't that many. You can, of course, relive last week's 'mo madness, too.

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Life, they say, happens in an instant. And New York-based photographer Jeremy Kost's there to capture it. Readers have seen Kost's work here before - namely: his coverage of the Independent Spirit Awards.

The Texas-born artist doesn't spend all of his time on the red carpet, capturing celebs with his signature polaroid style. An aficionado of all things nocturnal, Kost has snapped many a New York night, producing thousands of images. A select few of those images made it into his show at The SoHo Grand: "Not a Play Area". Not a bad achievement for someone who fell into photography on a whim and - more surprisingly - for only about five years.

The 29-year old isn't stopping there, however. He's got loads up his sleeves. Read what he had to say about his seemingly bright future, intimacy and lending Andy Warhol a helping hand. But, first, the important shit: diet coke - can or bottle? Find out Kost's take, after the jump.

To see Kost's show, get that cute little tush of yours over to SoHo Grand. "Not A Play Area" will be up from this very second until April 15th. Plan accordingly. And, of course those of you looking to do a little cyber-stalking, you may be intrigued by his website: RoidRage.

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