Eric Scott Matthews

Catch Up

What’s to say. NY was fun and reminded me, as it always does, why I don’t want to live there.  My old friend Robby reminded me the best though when we ran into him at Foodbar and I mentioned someone who had recently moved from NYC to Boston. He said “That’s like a step back!” and the look on his face, the morph of near disgust. His exhausted face. At the beginning of his weekend shift at his second job. Excitement has its price.
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We shopped, we partied, we even got some culture in. And all I really have to say is that Chaka Kahn is still fat and still sounds great, Hot Mess was more mess than hot, everyone still smokes at Hiro, and NYC is still a lot more fun than Boston. Thank gods its such a short drive away.
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Oddly enough I had even more fun this last weekend in Providence. It was probably due to the company.  Gucci-Prada’s 42nd birthday was phenom. Bless. Fetch. Everyone got him something cock like.  The strippers at XL are still too ghetto without the personality. They just remind me too much how much their job sucks for me to enjoy the show. Watching the audience there is always more interesting.  Mirrorbar was a wreck; so crowded I couldn’t even find the stage/box. And then we got lost in the streets of Providence. Cops on horses divided us. We lost cars, friends. Almost ran out of gas. Couldn’t find a way to get off the highway. Slowed. Screamed at each other. And then, like a miracle, we found a 24 hour Mobil station with a store and a microwave. And the biggest can of Monster I have ever freaking seen in my life. Um. I’ll let you know when I break down and drink it. Seriously. It’s waiting.

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Daniel Yakovleff: young gay man in boston, Murdered

I'm not much into news blogging, and I don’t have much to add here, but there hasn't been a lot of coverage on this one yet, and it should be passed along.

The short of it is that Daniel was last seen leaving the Eagle on Wednesday night and was found stabbed Thursday morning in a Dorchester apartment.  It wasn't his apartment.  There is pretty much nothing about it in the Globe.

I didn't know him, but I had seen him around.  What I find most disturbing is how little information there is available.  This is the kind of thing our community should be made aware of right away even if it might cause a some panic.  There is a very real possibility that even if this was not a hate crime that it was a sexually related murder.  Someone killed a 20 year old gay kid and is more than likely still around Boston right now, and our local television and other media outlets remain silent.

As usual Andy Towleroad has good links to the story:

Gay Boston Man's Killing a Mystery

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I blame the skim milk

For some reason not only have I been unable to keep this updated, but I have been surrounded by an eccentricity of Eric’s of late. Don’t really know how that happened.

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First there was the whole New Years thing. Yeah I had a few people over, (none named Eric), and we ended up at machine, but I didn’t write anything because this year I decided to hermit myself and really shut out the world for a week. And I’m sure someone somewhere is going to read this and think me having 4 people over constituted some party they weren’t invited to. Sue me.

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We hit machine around 11:30 and for some reason everyone I talked to or bumped into turned out to be named Eric. Even the drag queen. Sure there was a Stephen, but we all know about that story from the thanksgiving after-hours and and why I stay away from that one (as tempting as he might seem).

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Casey Aflek standing on my street, gone baby gone, and sweeney todd

Oddly this weekend was more about passive entertainment than it was about my more traditional Halloween goodness. I guess I wasn’t in the mood to either find some sexy- attention getting costume, or wearing something more creative that I’d get ignored in. 

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Instead I caught the movie Gone Baby Gone, which, I had totally forgotten, was virtually filmed on my street. I even remember the uproar of my non-nine-to-fiver neighbors when the crews closed off the intersection for a few days last year. So when I saw Casey Afleck, who unlike Matt and Ben has actually gotten hotter as he's grown up, standing in front of my neighbors fence it was very surreal. Ok this was on the big screen, but still pretty crazy.  And he really has grown up.  This was definately his movie.
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mitt romney: he will lie to you too

GTFOOB, stealth at the boatslip, truro, dinner, diesel and the golas, and I haven't even mentioned EJ yet

Yet another GTFOOB™ Friday landed me in Ptown lat week with MightyMouse. Actually, Derek and Alex hitched a ride with us rather than get raped by the fast ferry’s crazy prices for what was supposed to be a simple, casual night on the cape. It still appalls me how expensive the cape has become; everything from the drinks to the rooms seem like they have been priced with the rich kids in mind. So Alex and Derek’s mad adventure sneaking into the Boatslip didn’t phase me. Their phalanx of bags, however, did.
“Don’t you think it would be stealthier to sneak into the Boatslip with something smaller, and lighter like say a bag of concrete bricks? A Hum-vee”
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fatty fat fat

This NYT has an article claiming that if your best friend gets fat, then you probably will too. What’s really interesting to me is that most of the participants in this study are from Framingham, MA, which makes it particularly local.

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Last Weekend: Providence, Paradise, Paint, Prospects

Um…right, my weekend.

Well there was Providence on Friday, which for some reason has a decent gay night life while Bigger Boston languishes. I actually have nothing to report from that night. We went to the Alley Cat and hung with my old friend Mike, whose the bar manager. Which means, of course, there was a free drink or 8. Then again I think Mighty Mouse bought most of them. Then Mirrorbar, which will probably be hopping until the walls fall down around it. It hasn’t changed. They still keep finding hot twinky possibly Brown students to dance on the railing and serve techno-colored test tube shots even in the summer.

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The most notable thing was that there was some booze (less actually than I report) and yet no drama at all. This is why Mighty Mouse gets the Most Fun award. So get your butt back to Boston!

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I spent the rest of the weekend not painting my bathroom again and counting down the days till my blissfully uneventful 4^th of July vacation, which I will probably spend playing with my Wii and not painting the bathroom. No “Cape Cod” trips for me this year despite the time off and free place to stay. I just can’t force myself to do it again.  Those years as a houseboy/restauraunt host/ retail queen/go-go boy/whore have ruined semi-circut parties for me in that town.  I even wrote a book that takes place in that place.

Instead HotChris from Disney (who's offical nickname is CopChris but I hate to highlight that job since its such a gay-VilliagePeopledrag thing and Chris really isn't like that) will visit for a few days. A trip to Ogunquit is in the works for the actual 4^th, and most unspectacularly I may be trekking out to Albany on Friday to start the vacation out, um, right. Yes, Albany. Boston has me so flagged that I’m considering traveling all the way back to Upstate NY out of shear boredom (and bars are open later). It's just one night. Part of me hopes that it will prove to be tragic, dull and unfuckable out there just so I can come back missing Boston. 

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Either that or I will have something interesting to blog about.

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Mem Day '07

On the Pod: Do You Want To Dance-- Bette Midler

Memorial Day. We’re supposed to be all thankful and crap to our military. And its really very hard for me to do that right now.  Well, we’re in an unjustified preemptive war that were failing at. My brothers and sisters are still being kicked out from the armed forces, even when they need us the most. One of the things I find amazing is how wonderful our troops still are, many of whom must be just as annoyed at our government’s leadership as I am. I know gays too still over there, still fighting, despite everything. I’ll admit it they are the ones I remember on Memorial Day. I remember when we fought wars because they were the right thing to do— has that even happened during my lifetime?
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I don’t actually have a lot to report from the long weekend. I didn’t finish paining as I had hoped. I basically just slept, ate, and played videogames. Sure I broke down and went to Avalon, and at least I got to dance on a box for a while and shed a few extra calories, but honestly the place seemed a bit limpid for me. If they do tear it down, as reported, to make way for a mega-club I won’t miss it. It’s jumped the shark for me. Avalon used to be a rave-like atmosphere.  People wore costumes, glitter, angel wings even on non holiday weekends. There were three dance floors, once upon a time. Different DJ’s in different rooms.  A full drag show every Sunday at midnight. There was a reason to be a little tired at work on Mondays. Now it’s just like every other club, only a bit bigger.  They deign to let us homos in on what would otherwise be their slowest night.  Forgive me for not being so excited about it. It isn’t just the Internet that has killed clubland in Boston, it is clubland itself. Promoters, club owners and managers, they are lazy.  It’s entertainment and yet these people, they try to run the places like they are just a neighborhood bar.
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Skunk Butt

Martyrboy: you hung over?

ganymedeem: yes

ganymedeem: red bull morning

Martyrboy: lol

ganymedeem: that’s what I call these'

ganymedeem: like the English Red-Letter Day

ganymedeem: cept that’s a good thing, this; however, is not

ganymedeem: not so so bad really. i kinda have a nostalgic place for these Fridays

Martyrboy: lol

ganymedeem: oooh and about tomorrow, i think i may just be lame and just wear a Bauhaus shirt, which, of course, only the actual old guys like me at the party will even understand.

ganymedeem: either that or I will look at Garment District for acid-wash jeans and a solid polo shirt i can wear with a popped collar though then everyone will think I’m just trying to dress like a current twink (Except for Trevor and Joe and others who were actually around in the 80’s). I definitely was more the Bauhaus shirt guy than the polo shirt guy then though.

Martyrboy: lol

Martyrboy: what did you do last night?

ganymedeem: drink apparently

ganymedeem: actually had great Indian food at that new place in the SE, Mela or something

ganymedeem: It was good even in a black out

ganymedeem: There was a small black-out in the SE

ganymedeem: then the Fabulous Fritz Carliton

ganymedeem: Then a few minutes in hell, and by hell I mean CC

ganymedeem: then messy hook-up

Martyrboy: lol

ganymedeem: then home to find the dog peeing on the kitchen rug

Martyrboy: yum

ganymedeem: and ten minutes later I woke up feeling like I just ate out a skunk

ganymedeem: i stole that colorful picture from Pat

Martyrboy: haha

ganymedeem: who occasionally likes to say "I’m so hungry i could eat out a skunks ass"

ganymedeem: to which I always reply: wouldn’t it just be easier to kill and eat the skunk, I mean why go for the ass just because you’re hungry?

ganymedeem: that doesn't sound hungry to me that just sounds like you have a whole different kind of problem

Martyrboy: haha

ganymedeem: that is the best description of the night

ganymedeem: and shall be blogged