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  • Walid Soroor

    Three men sat at a table next to us at the Delhi Heights restaurant in Jackson Heights, Queens. One of them had a very mysterious aura, a near sinister smile, and an unusual confidence. His face had a strength of character that was not typical at all. But we were in one of the most ethnically diverse neighborhoods in the world, so it was not strictly an ethnic issue. This neighborhood is populated with an array of cultures and colors, but there was something about his presence that signaled something different.

    I asked my photographer friend, whose back was facing the subject, to steal a glance. He did and confirmed my sentiments. The situation begged for a photo, but photographing people in public is tricky and, at point blank range in a restaurant without permission, is not appropriate. It is at best met with tolerance, at worst met with unknown consequences. It is not public space, and restaurant owners want the privacy of their customers respected.
    My imagination had already created wild scenarios of who this might be and what he did. When he stepped out of the restaurant, I pondered my options and decided on a strategy to involve his friends.

    I got up, approached their table, told one of them that I found the man who stepped out extremely interesting looking, and asked whether he thought his friend would be amenable to having a photo taken upon his return. His response was that he would ask. And my instincts were right. The mystery man was actually a singing superstar in Afghanistan. Upon his return, a short conversation ensued in a language foreign to me, but the smiles needed no translation, and it was clear that permission had been granted. No surprise, now knowing that this man spends his life in front of the public and cameras.

    He was quite gracious, and conversation traveled across tables as I shot. He complimented my camera.  I responded that my friend was armed with a much better tool: a Nikon D3. He noted that it is the man behind the camera, not the camera itself, that made a good photo. He was familiar with our photo equipment and said he was also a videographer.

    Still, there were some pieces of this puzzle yet to be explained. Why the odd smile – almost a sinister grimace? I overheard him say that he had just gotten dental work done – he spoke of getting a perfect job, $8000 worth of work. Local anesthesia and numbness would explain his unusual facial expressions. However, this was itself puzzling. Who gets that much dental work done on the road away from home?

    I was told that a dentist at his performance was so pleased with his performance that he offered to do extensive work at no charge. He would be returning to New York for completion of the work. We exchanged email addresses and names. His name? Walid Soroor. A immediate search when I arrived home confirmed what I had been told. Walid’s brother, Waheed Soroor, has a full page entry in Wikipedia where Walid is cited. YouTube has numerous videos of Walid performing internationally. His companion, who negotiated on my behalf, is acclaimed tabla artist Qais Ulfat. The third member of the group was their manager, completing a real life entourage – see here.

    All the pieces of the puzzle had now come together. I reflected on how I was not only guilty of poor detective work but also had once again misjudged a book by its cover. Another lesson about the surprises behind the faces of New York, this one brought to you courtesy of Qais Ulfat and Walid Soroor 🙂

    Related Postings: Jackson Diner, Jackson Heights, Indian Gold, The Patel Brothers, Only In New York


  • 1560

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

    I knew that our freelance computer guy, Paul, was a regular crossword doer.
    I subscribe to the New York Times crossword online service – convenient for getting the daily puzzle without having to buy the printed paper. Yesterday, Paul paid us one of his regular visits and worked to day’s end, when I typically download the puzzle. I offered to print any puzzles to his liking. “Perhaps Friday or Saturday?” I taunted. The New York Times crossword increases in difficulty each day, beginning with Monday. The most difficult is Saturday’s (Sunday’s is considered equal to Thursday in difficulty, just larger).
    It was good timing – he had been away for a week and had not done last week’s puzzles. Not daunted by an audience or feeling any performance pressure, he sat at my desk and began to rip through Saturday. I was astounded as he flew through this puzzle in approximately 15 minutes, working in ink with almost no corrections.

    In my opinion, Paul is a genius by any reasonable definition of the word. Now I realize that doing a Saturday New York Times crossword puzzle in 15 minutes does not in itself confer genius. Some may argue that such an ability is something akin to savant syndrome. I would imagine that there are puzzlists who have an extremely narrow skill set, but in my experience, that is the exception, not the rule.

    But I have a lot more evidence than crosswords, and when you put it all together, it becomes difficult to dismiss his talents as a smorgasbord of clever tricks. If you perhaps require elements of a romantic notion of genius, i.e. eccentric behavior or reclusive lifestyle ala renowned mathematician Paul Erd?s, our friend Paul has that covered too. New York City is the perfect environment for the idiosyncratic polymath.

    There was a time when SAT tests were taken without special preparatory courses; if such things existed, none of us knew about it. People just took the test. High scores meant much more. The older SAT (before 1995) had a very high ceiling – in any year, only seven of the million test-takers scored above 1580 (equivalent to the 99.9995 percentile.)

    I had heard through a mutual friend that Paul had done extraordinarily well on his SAT exams, but I never confirmed the scores with him personally. So when I asked yesterday (as he was already completing Friday’s crossword) for the first time about his SAT scores, he thought for a moment and said, “760 Verbal and 800 Math.” You don’t need great math skills to total that in your head: 1560…

    About SAT tests: There is, of course, much controversy about the SAT test. There are bias issues and questions as to the correlation of high scores and intelligence. Some feel that there is too much emphasis placed on the tests, and there is even is an SAT optional movement – a number of prominent small colleges do not require the SAT for college admission. The movement was first instituted by Bates College in 1984.

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

  • Bubbles

    There are few things that are as benign and such an expression of unmitigated joy as bubbles. Joy – now there’s a word used so carefully and sparingly. We find it book titles, such as The Joy of Cooking, but spoken of alone as an emotional state, it is rarely used.

    Perhaps unadulterated joy, like play, is often seen as the domain of children, whose innocence carries no responsibility of deservedness or permission. For most adults, happiness as the result of play must be earned, and judging from the actions of most New Yorkers, apparently few have earned enough to spend it playing.

    When you watch the SoHo bubble man in action on the corner of Spring Street and Broadway, you can see the range of feelings about play by the reactions of passersby. Most will ply their way through the congestion around the vendor, seeing the whole thing as an inconvenience, an irritation, or waste of time. Others, will stop to capture a little moment of joy as respite from stresses of the day. There are those who will stop in wonderment. And I am sure there are some that are thinking, is this activity suitable for a grown man? As often is the case, they have made the mistake of judging a book by its cover.

    Dondi McKellar is a man. In fact, he is a disabled veteran, having served six years in the United States Navy. He hails from North Carolina, and he has been a New Yorker since 1985 and selling Bubble Guns on the streets of SoHo for the last four years. A short conversation with Dondi quickly established that beneath his smile lived a warm human being. He was quite happy to share details of his life, show me his vendor permit, and encourage my photography.

    Personally, I think I will heed with the words of Willy Wonka: a little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men. 🙂

    NOTE: An interesting study on how happiness can be contagious was done by Dr. Nicholas A. Christakis, a physician and social scientist at Harvard Medical School. See the article here in the New York Times.


  • Kind Words

    As he stepped into my office, I recognized his gentle and polite manner. After exchanging how-are-yous, conversation quickly turned to his last show, Typo, some years ago in New York City at the New Victory Theater. I remarked how I had really liked it, to which he responded, “Yes, and you had kind words.”
    Kind words. Now that’s a phrase I don’t hear often in New York. Not that acts of kindness don’t exist. It’s just that his choice of words has a gentle courteousness about it that left the phrase rolling in my head for days.

    I have always contended that the cliche of a New Yorker stepping over a fallen body (rather than helping) is a bit of an exaggeration. Although New Yorkers can be perhaps harried or brusk, when there is genuine need, many will rise to the occasion. I have seen an attorney on Broadway draw a handgun on two individuals in a knife fight to keep if from escalating, while the crowd waited for the police to arrive.

    I am not, however, likening New York City to a small rural town, where friendliness and helpfulness can often be disarming. I have the privilege of meeting many performers from outside New York City, and their manner is often like a brief visit to another place and frequently a window to a more gentle world.

    Jamie Adkins is an internationally recognized talent with many awards and credits. He started his performing career at age 13 on the streets of San Diego. Jamie currently resides in Montreal, where he has worked with Cirque Éloize in the show Excentricus and with whom he collaborated to create Typo. He has worked with Cirque du Soleil in Wintuk.

    His new one-man show, which I saw Saturday afternoon at the Tribeca Performing Arts Center, is entitled Circus INcognitus. In this essentially silent work, he showcases his many skills – juggling, mime, clowning, hand balancing, slack-rope walking, and his routine with freestanding ladders. You can read more about him on his website here.

    Jamie’s affable character permeates his show, and I am not the only one to notice. From a review of Typo in the New York Times:

    “… throughout this pleasantly casual, mildly daffy homage to old-time acrobatics. The show, aimed at young audiences, gives Mr. Adkins a chance to show off an impressive array of juggling and ladder-walking and slack-wire balancing skills. Just as important, it gives him a chance to show off a breezy likability that can’t help but bring Charlie Chaplin to mind…. The show is so genial that you can’t quite tell if the occasional drop is intentional, and you don’t care anyway.”

    Yes, and those are kind words 🙂


  • Peter Lik

    America’s image is synonymous with self-empowerment. However, even in the land of opportunity, there are reasonable limits on what a person can do. It is unlikely that a person in his/her 40s can become a competitive gymnast or that someone with an average GPA will get into Stanford University and become a research physicist. The idea that you can be or do anything in the USA is oversold. Most of the late-night self-improvement televangelists are just not being honest. The world is built on the backs of ordinary people, working hard and doing ordinary things. Starting a business and entrepreneurism is something in your blood. A workshop or book will not turn a company man or woman into a business tycoon. And that’s good – someone has to do the heavy lifting and keep the engine of our country operating.

    Photography is a field where making a living is quite difficult, particularly if one wants to find work other than weddings or functions. There has been criticism of photography educational programs – very few graduates will ever make a living working in the field. And to sell substantial amounts of work is not a small achievement.

    However, it is good to think outside the box and not take the advice of naysayers and self-defeatists to heart. And for the driven, ambitious, talented, and tireless self-promoter, the land of opportunity and streets paved with gold does exist.

    I happened across a new gallery of photographer Peter Lik in the heart of SoHo by accident and was drawn in by what appeared to be work of extraordinary craftsmanship and detail.
    I was told that Lik is the most awarded landscape photographer in history as well as the most financially successful – Peter has leveraged his skill set quite remarkably. I watched a number of videos on his site and was absolutely astounded to learn that Lik has 13 galleries worldwide and grossed $35 million dollars in 2008, with expectations for greater revenue in 2009.

    Peter Lik was born in Australia of Czech immigrant parents. He currently lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, which he uses as a jumping off point for his photographic excursions of the American west. He shoots panoramas with a Linhof 617 Technorama camera, using Fuji Velvia film and a Hasselblad with digital back. He uses drum scans and prints his photos on a Silver Halide Fuji Crystal Archive paper. Careful examination of his work will reveal an astounding level of detail, color saturation, and luminosity. Some have criticized his work for heavy post-processing. In his defense, however, I think one has to judge art photography by the result. Darkroom manipulation of photos has been going on since the beginning of photography. I recommend a visit to one of his galleries; even if you cannot afford his work, it is interesting to see Lik’s photographs in person, and many book collections of his work are available…

    Please note: Comments for this posting have been suspended due to controversy over Peter Lik’s work and his organization.


  • Viktoria’s Secret

    To launch a website for a new product line of hoops, we wanted photos that would differentiate us from other vendors. We decided to go for imaging which would have an unmistakable New York City look. What better place than a rooftop with views of water tanks, ventilators, high-rise buildings, and the Empire State Building? Or the waterfront in Brooklyn with the Brooklyn Bridge as backdrop?
    Of course, we needed a hooper who not only had the skills but also was not afraid of heights. We happened to know just the person.

    Meet Viktoria Shvartsman, professional contortionist, acrobat, aerialist, hand balancer, juggler, and hooper. When I asked prior to the shoot, just as a formality, if she was afraid of heights, she laughed and said, “Absolutely not.” Perfect, because we wanted precarious looking stunts. The afternoon photoshoot was split between the rooftop and Brooklyn waterfront in the Dumbo neighborhood in Brooklyn.

    Viktoria is part of the fifth generation of a circus performing family that dates back to 1912 in Russia. Her older sister Gena and younger sister Maria are also performers, as well as her father and mother. Here is a photo from 2002 of the entire family, including her mother, father, and myself in my studio. If you would like to see a performance montage of her act, you can find it here. (Update 1/4/12: This video has been taken down.)

    Viktoria has acted and modeled. She has been in two international circus competitions, including the world circus competition in Italy and Premier Rampe in Monte Carlo. She has been in various TV shows, including ABC Family’s “Switched,” and has performed in numerous venues: Busch Gardens Tampa, Hannaford, Cirque Du Joir, Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus, Circus Hamid, Circus Circus, Grand Tunica, and Mohegan Sun.

    I have known her since she was a young girl. Like her two sisters, she is extremely pleasant and personable. Very talented and confident yet humble. And now you know Viktoria’s secret 🙂

    NOTE: The story of my business can be found in Signature and Juggle This. The newly launched hooping website can be found here.

    Related Postings:  Artiste Extraordinaire, Spinning, Fire and Drums, Spiegelworld, Titans


  • Perfect Attendance

    Hong, the owner of Hong Wah Laundromat at 176 MacDougal, and I share very significant near misses. Let me explain.

    As I have grown older, I find myself doing more creative work. Product design and graphics in my business, and, recently, writing and photography for this website. But when I was younger, I always considered myself a numbers man. I loved math in high school and majored in math in college. I tried to quantify most things. Otherwise, how could one make any objective evaluations without measuring and numbers? One way to satisfy this thirst for all things numeric is setting records and noting the numbers. Like days attended in school.

    Very few students are awarded perfect attendance for 4 years of high school. I did, nearly. Yes, I did get sick with flus and colds, but I attended, under all conditions, every school day for four years. One day, I left early in the afternoon for a dentist appointment. I assumed, however, that I would get a perfect attendance award and was shocked on graduation day to find that I had been slighted. Apparently, leaving 2 hours early is not perfect attendance. Too late to protest at graduation ceremonies, and to this day, I still feel cheated.

    I don’t want to get into a pissing contest about who works hardest or competitive tales of hardship – everyone has one or more. But New York City is not a prison camp or the third world, and even though many New Yorkers are workaholics, there is always some accommodation made for holidays and time off. With some exceptions.

    Hong is the first and only person whom I personally have met that takes no time off from work. By work, I mean going to a place of work and putting in a full day.
    Hong Wah Laundromat is open seven days per week from 8AM to 9PM (Sunday until 8PM) -that’s 13 hours per day. He and his wife are there every day, all day. Some time ago, I asked Hong if he took vacations. He appeared mortified and just bristled at that concept. His immediate response was that he had to work every day.

    And by no time off, I don’t mean very little time off, I mean none. Or should I say nearly none, because recently, I learned a dirty little secret. Hong does close one day per year: New Year’s Day. So, like me, he misses that award by one day. But, unlike me, he has an easy solution to his near miss. I’d just work that extra day and give myself perfect attendance 🙂


  • A Colorful Life

    Many people’s adult bios can be easily summarized mathematically. Got up, got ready for work, went to work, came home, ate, puttered around the house, went to sleep – times 365 days, times x years. Others pack their lives with so much adventure that a condensed version of their 10-year bio can read 10 pages long. That’s the math as applied to Kat O’Sullivan, self-proclaimed gypsy and itinerant global nomad.

    I have passed by both this art bus and the street vendor with her table of recycled clothing numerous times. I never knew that there was a connection between them. So for the first time, I made the acquaintance of Kat O’Sullivan, who graciously greeted me when seeing my interest in photographing her vehicle. She invited me to go inside her bus. You can also see her recycled clothing , details of her life, art projects, and media articles at her website, Katwise.com.

    Here are some of the highlights of her nomadic life: born in 1976, finished high school in two years, attended over 200 Grateful Dead concerts, lived with a hill tribe in Thailand, worked for Mother Teresa, lived in a bus which she painted with psychedelic colors, graduated Phi Beta Kappa from UC Santa Cruz (anthropology), had a pet monkey, worked in the Hamptons as a yachty, attended Burning Man (no surprise there), worked as a translator in the Chilean jungle, crossed the Sahara desert, sold Christmas trees in Harlem, worked with street children in the Philippines and at an orphanage in the Guatemalan jungle, hitchhiked from Ecuador to New York. She also avers, “I have never used any drugs, never got arrested, never borrowed money or went into debt, never even got a stupid tattoo (or any tattoo, for that matter.) I was a straight-A student all through High School and College. Every step of the way I had the blessings and support of a gorgeous, loving family.”

    A colorful life, wouldn’t you say?


  • Crustie

    I really wanted a full ensemble of crusties, but not knowing when or if I may have the opportunity to photograph a group, I present you with a lone crustie girl.

    I did actually have opportunity some time ago for group shots, but a photographer friend and I both found them rather menacing, and we were unsure as to the reaction we would get if we fired away with professional-looking photo equipment. So we abstained. However, since that time I have been yearning to capture crusties for this blog. The woman in this posting was photographed in Tompkins Square Park, where groups of crusties can sometimes be found.

    What is a crustie? A contemporary nomadic bohemian. Anti-authority with varying politically nihilistic values such as anti-work, anti-government, anti-war, anti-religion, anti-vivisection, and anti-civilization. Of course, there have been many other subcultures that loosely fit this definition, such as hippies, with whom crusties have much in common.

    The countercultural incarnation known as crusties have their own brand with signature characteristics, the most apparent being the rejection of bathing, dirty clothing in drab brown, greens and black, and dirty dreaded hair – hence the term “crustie.” A dog is a common accessory, as seen in the photo. Other accoutrement are butt flaps, tattoos, clothing patches, punk rock hair styles, bullet belts, and sleeveless jean jackets.

    Fundamentally homeless, crusties survive using various means, such as dumpster diving and begging. They are sometimes associated with crust punk (or crustcore), originally known as Stenchcore, founded by the bands Amebix and Anitisect in Britain in the 1980s. In the USA, crust punk began in NYC with Nausea from the Lower East Side.

    I’m fascinated by subcultures so wide and deep, with a long history and about which I was completely uninformed…


  • Sir Shadow

    I am not going to render an opinion here on Sir Shadow’s art, but I will report that it is certainly a phenomenon. After gleaning his website, I see that he is on the road to becoming a one-man industry. As I have written here before, it is always so surprising how one can be unaware of people, places, or things in this city which are virtual institutions, in many cases having had major news coverage, such as articles in the New York Times. A good example of this is Joe Ades, the Gentleman Peeler, a character who has based himself in Union Square.

    Sir Shadow, 59 years old, was born Thomas Allen Paxton and grew up in Jamaica, Queens. Paxton, a high school drop out, has never gone to art school. He resides in the last flophouse on the Bowery, with recent plans for conversion.

    New York City has the population density, diversity, and tolerance to embrace and nurture any self-promoter who has good schtick and chutzpah. Self-confidence in tandem with a creative mind will permit virtually any endeavor to become a potential success – there are always patrons to be had, even with the most bizarre products or services. This city is a cauldron, always brewing soups with unconventional unique ingredients.

    I was amazed at Sir Shadow’s fluidity. He is a master of the flow (part of his tag line) and improvisational poetry, describing his work as The One Line Art & Flowetry of Sir Shadow. He creates highly stylized line drawings in one continuous movement, never lifting the pen. A drawing in his signature silver ink is completed in a minute or two. For $20, he will make a personalized piece for a customer while reciting a poem particular to that individual. See more photos here.

    Although I imagine that art snobs may turn their noses at such a commercial endeavor, this man has created his own business and has taken himself from homelessness. He has a website, blog, online shop, a book, a fan club, Youtube videos, and a Myspace site. A master of self-promotion, Sir Shadow is now offering $1 million dollars to anyone who helps him earn $2 million…


  • The Pieman

    Looming large in the photo, but rather innocuous live in the setting, is a character who is famous and infamous, depending on who is telling the tale or hearing the story or on one’s political alliances.

    This is the Pieman, aka Aron Kay, a Brooklyn resident. Pieing, the act of throwing a pie in someone’s face, was originally a common gag in slapstick comedy. Kay considers the Three Stooges the true fathers of pie throwing. Pieing as a political statement originated in the USA with the Yippie movement in 1970. (If you are not familiar with the Yippies, see my posting here.) Kay has thrown pies at conservative author William F. Buckley, NY Senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan, former New York City mayor Abe Beame, the Nixon Watergate operatives G. Gordon Liddy and E. Howard Hunt, William Shatner, Andy Warhol, and Jerry Brown Jr., the former governor of California. His last target (in 1992) was Randall Terry, former leader of anti-abortion group Operation Rescue.

    Belgian artist Noel Godin began throwing cream pies in 1968. Perhaps a more poetic interpretation of his actions, Godin refers to himself as an enterteur. He considers his actions non-violent and uses a tarte classique, filled with whipped cream (and perhaps chocolate). At least the receivers get a free gourmet dessert. Among the luminaries who have been his victims are Bill Gates, Bernard-Henri Lévy, Jean-Luc Godard, and Nicolas Sarkozy.

    Although I am not an advocate of violence or pieing, there are many individuals who are extremely incendiary and have built careers setting fires and fanning the flames. One who comes to mind is Ann Coulter, who has been pied. Watching an individual like this in interviews and debates, with her sneering and snide remarks, gives one an understanding of how someone can be incensed enough to throw a pie. Others who are extremely arrogant (William F. Buckley Jr, e.g.) or hold articulate, extreme right wing views, such as anti-gay-rights activist Anita Bryant, also ruffle the feathers of pie throwers.
    Bon Appetit?


  • Redemption

    If you are open-minded and social, the people of this city can reveal a world to you that is unique and remarkable. The biggest problem is that some of the most fascinating lurk behind the most unassuming faces and things. I never know where a casual conversation will lead. More times than not, a story unfolds that is woven with extraordinary fabric, and I am so very glad that I did not just pass it by.

    So this is how I met Isack Kousnsky, an unassuming man cleaning a window in front of what turned out to be his school bus. I stopped to pet his dog, a beauty I wrote about last year in Wolfdog. Isack turns out to be an accomplished photographer/artist with an unusual portfolio of mixed media work (you can see it here). His work is stored in his bus. He has had shows worldwide and is a SoHo resident. He was located in front of 111 Mercer Street, where his studio was formerly located.

    We spoke of the difficulties in working in Manhattan with stratospheric rents. His old studio is now $6000 per month for 1/2 of a floor. He will be most likely relocating to Brooklyn, which, although less expensive, has seen its own very high increases in rents.

    Isack Kousnsky, born in Haifa, Israel, in the ’50s, moved to New York City in the early ’80s. Based in the East Village as a strong artist, he became part of the avant-garde movement. He exhibited in many galleries, such as Sixth Sense Gallery, Now Gallery, and Hilo Project, focusing in painting, sculpture, and installation. During that time, he curated one of the largest exhibitions of the ’80s art movement, including artists Salvador, Rosilio, Luca, and Keith Haring. In 1989, he returned to Israel and built and produced an alternative art center in Haifa. In 1990, he started to produce his artwork in photography and developed a new technique combining painting and photography. In 1993, he returned to the city.

    I have written before about the danger in New York of judging books by their covers. I am one of the worst when it comes to doing this; I am quick to judge, and frequently, I am way off the mark. These articles are my efforts at redemption…


  • Keith

    Keith Haring was a NYC-based artist and sculptor, known for his graffiti art and social activism. In the early 1980s, I had the privilege of meeting Keith numerous times while working on a collaborative business venture. People frequently ask what he was like. My experience was that he was always charming and really knew his Pantone colors. You can read more about him here. The work in the photo is a recreation of a piece done by Keith in 1982. From the Deitch Foundation website:

    “The Keith Haring Foundation, Goldman Properties and Deitch Projects announce the recreation of Keith Haring’s celebrated Houston Street and Bowery mural. The mural became an instant downtown landmark after Keith painted it in the summer of 1982. The mural was up for only a few months in the summer of 1982 before it was painted out but its image remains imprinted in the memory of many people who were part of the downtown artist community in the early 1980s.
    The mural is being repainted by Gotham Scenic using the extensive photographic documentation of the original work. The work will be unveiled on May 4, 2008 the day that would have been Keith Haring’s 50th Birthday.”

    In this photo, you can see some of Keith’s signature images, including his atomic symbol, dancing men, and funhouse characters. I find it apropos that the work is done on a slab of concrete, with weeds growing in front and framed on one side with barbed wire chain link fencing. I think Keith would have approved…


  • Steal the Show

    If you are uncomfortable with the gay community, I would not suggest taking up residence in New York City, particularly in the West Village. New York has some of the largest communities in the United States for individuals whose sexual orientation is other than heterosexual. And there are many orientations, as seen in the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center at 281 West 13th Street. You can read about them here.

    The gay community suffers from many stereotypes. As with any group, those who stand out are not necessarily those who typify the group. In fact, usually not. Religious fanatics don’t generally represent the constituents of their faith.
    Many of the gay men or lesbians seen acting out, i.e. involved in wild activity, excessive promiscuity, or gyrating on floats in the Gay Parade, are just a small sampling. This may be something which is discussed frequently, but I believe that it is perhaps only given lip service. The real problem is that most individuals in the straight community do not have interactions with or friends within the gay community.

    I have worked with gay men and employed them. At one time, I made close acquaintances with a large number of gay men whom I saw on a semi-regular basis. At parties, my girlfriend at the time and I were the only heterosexual couple who attended. This was a great opportunity for me to really get to know a number of gay men well. I was always made to feel completely comfortable. The personalities, temperaments, and livelihoods spanned the gamut. There were artists, pharmacists, bankers, and real estate developers. Many were in very long-term committed relationships. Some were quite conservative – “you would never know.” Of course, as to be expected, the flamboyant always stole the show…


  • Street Revival

    I’ve never seen anything like this on the streets of New York. I was taking a leisurely Sunday afternoon stroll along East 7th Street heading towards Tompkins Square Park when I noticed a line of people on the sidewalk. The block is quiet, and this was a rather unusual time for a long line – I saw no retailers that may be running a promo with a celebrity tie-in. So I asked and was told that there was a minister who would be coming out of an overcrowded church basement to administer healings and blessings on the streets. People were being moved forward to the edge of the sidewalk, facing the street and leaving space behind them (I incorrectly assumed to allow room for pedestrian traffic). So we all stood and waited in front of City Light Church (beneath St. Mary’s Orthodox Church at 121 East 7th Street).

    Out came our greatly anticipated minister, and we could see that this was no ordinary minister. He was heavily tattooed and adorned with jewelry, earrings, and piercings. He was having individual conversations, holding heads in his hands, pushing or blowing lightly, and down they went, being supported and guided to the sidewalk by assistants behind them.

    Some were trembling before he came to them, and many remained lying down on the sidewalk as he moved to the next in line. One woman was crouched down for several minutes – I got down next to her and noted that she truly looked ill and was unable to get hold of herself.

    This is Todd Bentley, a 32-year-old man who heard the voice of God in his former drug dealer’s trailer and was saved from a life of drug abuse (he overdosed three times) and prison. A new revivalist with edge. He is based in British Columbia, Canada, where he heads Freshfire Ministries. Judging from his website, he is a busy man – constantly touring. He has crusaded in over 55 countries and heads an orphanage in Uganda.

    There are many new ministries, addressing various groups and demographics. The Christian theology is being repackaged and delivered via contemporary vehicles, themes, and messengers. Joel Osteen is another example, playing to a large arena in Texas.

    I made no judgements on the goings on in this event except to say that something was definitely happening to these people. Of course, I’m a little naive – revivalist meetings have been going on for some time, but a direct experience is new to me. I was invited to step into the end of the line – I only regret that I didn’t to see for myself…



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