Drunken L.A. Dispatch: ‘Cocktails with the Stars’
A couple years after God shut Micky’s down by setting it on fire, the West Hollywood gay bar is back in full form. On Thursday nights the party is Cocktails with the Stars, and we’ve submitted a cocktail napkin questionaire to the promoter, Scotty B, to find out what happens when porn stars, slobbering fans and alcohol-soaked dollar bills come together.







One of them resists getting mauled by striped white tigers. The other willfully gets mauled by hairy white bears. Are Roy Horn and gay porn star Tristan Phoenix separated at girth?
We’ve been super lazy about updating the Lunchtime Poll, but here you go, kids.
Could porn stars have put Obama over the edge? We’re pretty sure the answer is ‘no’, but that doesn’t mean we don’t appreciate an excuse to post half-naked pictures.



Much like a David Lynch character who walks backward into our lives, mutters a few strange incantations, and disappears as quickly as she came, La Pequeña seems to have just heard the news about old Hill losing the race to Barack, so she’s signing off. She has posted her last, angry, midget-drag tribute, naked, wrapped in an American flag, declaring unequivocally, “Fuck you America! Fuck you Obama! Fuck you Tyra Banks, Oprah, Tiger Woods.” We’re starting to think this is racist, but anyway, it’s pretty funny/disturbing, right?
What happens when you get seven exclusives from seven different studios together in the same room? A good deal of penis touching, it seems. The boys came together as part of a boxing themed photo shoot for
