The F Word Marches to Splash
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By Jane Lane
It was bound to happen. You could hear it from miles away. The walls of that nightclub were rapidly cracking. The F Word was too much for 30th street. So we decided to move this uniquely chaotic party to a new venue, a larger venue, and that venue is Splash.
There’s been lots of chatter, lots of criticism for moving the party to our new home, and I have words for each and every one of you little fuckers. Since I started at The F Word back at Santos Party House, Mark Nelson and Michael Formika Jones have provided a seat at the table for almost every single go-go boy, transsexual rock star, freak, hot body and talented voice, and they’ll continue their tradition at Splash.
The F Word is not just another party; it’s a weekly event. People spend hours preparing looks and traveling from out of town to catch a glimpse of the carnage. This move will only make things stronger considering that our new home is opening up with open arms to all of our alcoholic friends. What more could you ask for?
For some of you with selective memory, you should think back to exactly one year ago. Dina Marie and I invaded a little club near 16th street. This club, frequented often by twinks, underagers and societies less desirable became a packed house of scene kids. For a while, that party was a party you could walk into your head held high. We found new talent there, new cock suckers, drag queens, muscle boys and everything one could need. And it worked perfectly. My oh my, cultural amnesia often shocks me.
And so the march to Splash will be no different. I’ll still be auctioning off my prostitute friends somewhere in the basement. I’m sure Nancy Nosecandy and Demanda Dahling will be curled up on the floor in a devastating K hole. And hot boys will still be onboard to give you a blowjob in the bathroom.
June 4th, our official opening night at Splash, promises something you haven’t seen in a long time. And it’s my birthday! Yes, believe it or not, someone actually gave birth to me. And so it just seems fitting that I spend my birthday with thousands of people I barely know. Get ready for the rush of a lifetime, no poppers necessary. It’ll be everything you’ve ever wanted or needed. So won’t you come for me on my birthday? The F Word at Splash: not your typical venue? Not your typical party!
The F Word, Friday nights starting June 4th at Splash, 50 W 17th St., splashbar.com, 10pm–6am, $10–$20.
