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Pantsless in Portland

The creator of Erotisphere writes about the website,
the Portland scene, and life without pants.

by AnDroid

That Anarchistic Beast

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Thursday, 03 September 2009 16:20

I went to Laurel's birthday party last night. She was one of my roommates in the first house I lived in when I moved to Portland in 2006. I hadn't seen her in a couple of years.

“So you're a hipster now,” she said. She was already drunk when I got there.


The Time I Got Thrush

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Thursday, 27 August 2009 13:54

Did I ever tell you about the time I got thrush? I was living in Boise, on hiatus from life, working part-time at the public library and spending the rest of my time drinking with my brother, Marko, and having scandalous affairs with any woman who would follow me home from the bar.


Portland's Gay Erotisphere

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Thursday, 20 August 2009 13:13

The first time I walked into the Silverado, timid and alone, my unkempt hair flowing halfway down my back, I was wearing an oversized Nirvana t-shirt and ripped jeans, and I stood out like a sore thumb. I was barely old enough to be in there. The feeding frenzy that ensued was something straight out of Shark Week. Men were literally fighting each other to buy me drinks. Everyone was dying to get a piece of this scared-looking young newcomer, and many of them did get a piece. If I had a soul before, I believe it got lost somewhere in the mix that night. Oh well.


Strange Ritual

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Thursday, 13 August 2009 16:20

I remember that first time walking into Mary's Club – a naked woman dancing on the stage, a crowd of Japanese businessmen huddled around shouting and throwing dollar bills, sober women threading their way through the mass with trays of drinks, collecting money, feeding the chaos . . .

Rose City Strip and Club Rouge Open

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Thursday, 06 August 2009 16:20

Last night DBarr102 and I shut down the Rose City Strip, which is the new and much improved club that now occupies the space where Cocktails and Dreams used to fester. The beauty of living so close to it was that we didn't leave the house until 1:30am and still had time to look around the place, pound a couple drinks, and throw down some bills. As the DJ pointed out, they put a lot of money into remodeling this club, and it shows.


Portland Closes Due to Heat

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Thursday, 30 July 2009 16:20

“If Baltimore shut down in 104º they'd never be open! You gotta fuckin' suck it up, man!” Kimbot's birthday was this week, and the heat shut down Portland almost as bad as the cold did last winter.


Spilled Cocktails and Dreams Deferred

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Thursday, 23 July 2009 16:20

For the last few years I've stood at the bus stop every morning and watched the large wooden letters that once spelled TOMMY'S deteriorate and crumble from the building's facade on SE Powell and 35th while the smell of rank seafood wafted by from the fish market on 34th. The last remnants of the sign didn't make it through the winter and have yet to be replaced. Behind Tommy's shines the neon Cocktails and Dreams sign, although the “Dreams” died long ago, and recently that sign was ripped out completely so that only the border remains. Although the club's hours are still posted on a piece of paper taped to the front door, the place has been closed for the past month.


Carousel of Debauchery

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Thursday, 16 July 2009 16:20

Well we had a great time as usual at the Oregon Country Fair (OCF) last weekend. The group we assembled for camping at Zumwalt was maybe the largest we've had yet, and also probably the rowdiest, although we could scarcely compete with our neighbors, who brought a vaporizer and a three-foot bong and took acid the first night and giggled until the sun came up. Good people.


The Oregon Country Fair: An Essential Event

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Thursday, 09 July 2009 16:20

It's time for the Oregon Country Fair, my favorite event of the year. I've been looking forward to it for the last twelve months.


Underwear Shopping

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Thursday, 02 July 2009 16:20

Shopping for underwear is like browsing the gay porn section in a seedy back-alley sex shop. The guy at the register looks at you as you slink in, and you wonder, “Does he know why I'm here?” The security guard eyes you suspiciously. You try to act casual, moseying along, perusing the wears, thumbing through t-shirts, until you arrive at the men's underwear section as if by accident.

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