fresh outta college i lived in the dormer window space of a converted attic that was about that size....and loved it. i also called it the horizontal mambo and had full dance cards most nights...but i was in a university town and lifeguarding at a public pool on campus. Let's just say rubbing suntan lotion on enough bodies will get you plenty of mambomates.
When first working in NYC as a model i'd crash in a scene designer's occasionally vacant rent controlled one bedroom just opposite what is now the Hirschfield. The designer was an off again on again mambo mate who taught me how to drink beer from a glass boot as a weird kind of drinking game----but he was intoxicating enough as is. His kitchen had a bathtub in the middle that didn't let you open any cabinet doors fully or pull drawers completely out of their shelves....and it had a stand up shower/sink combo i've not seen anywhere else. The terlet was down the hall, a "water closet" shared by four apartments on the same floor.
The water closet was so tight to the commode that at 6-3 and a trim 200 i could only stand up in it to do number one. i COULD do number two, but since my knees did not fit inside the water closet while seated, i had to leave the closet door ajar, never a fun thing in a highly populated shared commode-ity. i learned just what places nearby allowed the discreet use of "public" commodes===thus beginning my lifelong love affair with the Marriott Marquis and the late lamented Howard Johnson's where another mambomate could let me in to use their sitdown terlet.
other space saving techniques in the designer's very well-colored crib? a walk in closet with a double bed taking up the entire floor and the shorter shirts and jackets hanging above you like a weird soft sculpture Calder-esque mobile. Two kitchen cabinets opened to reveal a pretty big TV but there was the upright of the center door support dividing the screen visually....sometimes with VHS porn it looked like public bathroom sex through a gloryhole no matter what...or like bootleg Broadway musical tapes had Tommy Tune tapping in another room than Twiggy. He had also rigged a huge revolving lazy susan like shoe rack under the double bed mattress....sometimes when we were both there we'd randomly spin the WHEEL! OF! FOURTEEN SIZE FEET! and see what pair of shoes fate decreed he wear when we'd get drinks bought for us at Stella's.
Oh, the salad days of truly versatile space (and sexuality).
Will: They don't give out awards for helping people be gay... unless you count the Tonys.
"I guarantee that we'll have tough
times. I guarantee that at some point
one or both of us will want to get out.
But I also guarantee that if I don't
ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for
the rest of my life..."
Updated On: 4/7/11 at 05:29 AM
