That Guy

First off, I must correct a mathematical error I made in last week’s column. I had stated that a cigarette with 1/3 the diameter of a normal cigarette would only give you 1/3 the cancer [INCORRECT]. Having forgotten to account for two dimensions, I should have concluded that it would give you 1/9 the cancer [INCORRECT]. Still utter bullshit, but at least the math checks out.

I admitted to my 10-year-old niece today that sometimes I multiply large numbers for fun. She did not look upon me as too super-space weirdy. I appreciated that.

This week’s issue of Nightspots is dedicated to the one and only Anthony Meade, queer papparazzo extraordinaire. I’m quite certain he’s stuck his considerable lens in your face at some point. This week’s cover was Anthony’s brainchild. In conjunction with the GoGos’ upcoming farewell tour, Anthony thought it might be fun to strip some hot dudes naked and do them up a la Belinda and Co. Turned out pretty well, no?

Stay tuned for the next jam-packed issue, including Anthony’s interview with Ms. Carlisle herself (facilitated by her very own homo son), as well as his photo coverage of the up-and-cumming Stage Door Johnnies.

Oh, and get lubed and ready for IML and Bear Pride, coming to a town near you. Pick up the next Nightspots for all the goings-on of the going-out.

kirk@windycitytimes.com