Stellas
Stella’s is more than a pool hall. It’s a place where young gay men in New York City can go when Con Edison is threatening to cut off the electricity.
Despite it’s blemish on today’s pure and sinless gay community, the bar is one of the best in the Big Apple. If you and your lover plan to adopt children one day, I advise you to keep your faggot ass from frequenting the place. But if you have nothing to lose and no friends in high places, go to the ATM on 8th Avenue and 50th Street and withdrawal a few bucks to experience that gay Tony Soprano feel for a change.
Mayor Gulliani toned the place down quite a bit. There was a time when Latino street thugs pulled eleven inch snakes from their cages for a mere dollar. But the carnival no longer offers those amusements. The former mayor’s no tolerance approach to dealing with the trade without tax service industry has made things even more challenging and exciting in this unknown lavender light district.
The hustlers who play pool there have dicks like pool cues, and screw girls when they don’t need cash. They’ll screw anything after a few beers and bucks. They’ll do you too, if you know how to play pool and use the ATM. So when you’re fed up with the millions of homosexuals in the city who want nothing but to play the role of female while having sex, treat yourself. Even street thugs get bored with that hole that girls have.
I went there for a drink one evening about five years ago. I had no idea what went on in the place. I like to play pool with men, not dykes so the place seemed harmless. Thugs who play pool at Stella’s do so to display their wares to bar patrons/ Johns, not really to win the game and prove their manhood. It’s a lot like fighting a diva for center stage when playing the hustlers, so one must know how to handle a pool stick if he hopes to win the game.
I was the best player the bar ever knew. Thugs used me to woo Johns. I didn’t mind. I got paid, pimped and had some of the best dick in town while "paying my Con Ed bill". I made more in an hour than I did all week at my nine to five and experienced the same temptation as Eve when the big snakes came crawling down the big apple tree.
Other bottom queers were playing lesbians with other gay men in bath houses.
I played in the pool with real sharks.
Despite it’s blemish on today’s pure and sinless gay community, the bar is one of the best in the Big Apple. If you and your lover plan to adopt children one day, I advise you to keep your faggot ass from frequenting the place. But if you have nothing to lose and no friends in high places, go to the ATM on 8th Avenue and 50th Street and withdrawal a few bucks to experience that gay Tony Soprano feel for a change.
Mayor Gulliani toned the place down quite a bit. There was a time when Latino street thugs pulled eleven inch snakes from their cages for a mere dollar. But the carnival no longer offers those amusements. The former mayor’s no tolerance approach to dealing with the trade without tax service industry has made things even more challenging and exciting in this unknown lavender light district.
The hustlers who play pool there have dicks like pool cues, and screw girls when they don’t need cash. They’ll screw anything after a few beers and bucks. They’ll do you too, if you know how to play pool and use the ATM. So when you’re fed up with the millions of homosexuals in the city who want nothing but to play the role of female while having sex, treat yourself. Even street thugs get bored with that hole that girls have.
I went there for a drink one evening about five years ago. I had no idea what went on in the place. I like to play pool with men, not dykes so the place seemed harmless. Thugs who play pool at Stella’s do so to display their wares to bar patrons/ Johns, not really to win the game and prove their manhood. It’s a lot like fighting a diva for center stage when playing the hustlers, so one must know how to handle a pool stick if he hopes to win the game.
I was the best player the bar ever knew. Thugs used me to woo Johns. I didn’t mind. I got paid, pimped and had some of the best dick in town while "paying my Con Ed bill". I made more in an hour than I did all week at my nine to five and experienced the same temptation as Eve when the big snakes came crawling down the big apple tree.
Other bottom queers were playing lesbians with other gay men in bath houses.
I played in the pool with real sharks.
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