left brain

Round Two -- T Minus 8 Days

After a near two year hiatus .. LEFT BRAIN is returning!!  As for what it will be, I have yet to decide, but you should definitely expect the same regurgitation of online media, crazy stories about my life in NYC and elsewhere, Hot Boy Friday, a lot of art and culture, and some big surprises.  Throw in some gay glittery fun, photos, and my unfiltered opinions and lets see where we can go this time.   :)   Stay tuned !

Meeting Avril

Joe and I with Avril, haha....

Cracked

After spray tanning which made me look like an Orange freak, I took the L to Brooklyn for the first time, grabbed Thai food on a thirteen minute walk near the Williamsburg Bridge, and slept in a building full of Hasidic Jews on one of those new fabulous mattresses that molds to your body. 

Upon arriving in Miami, the incredible humidity and warmth of 85 degrees hits the fragile winter in New York skin.  We checked into the Catalina (hip, young, fun with a bit of sex) where we met up with our friend Nikolas from Montreal and then quickly proceeded to the Surfcomber to get the passes for the party and to let one of us check in.  "Between the gays and the grays!"  We had already decided it was going to be a low key night since the rest of our weekend was pretty much planned to be a wild mess.  After some Sushi Samba and caiprinha's, we headed to Score where Ralphi Rosario was spinning and I met up with Victor and his boyfriend.  The night turned out to be uneventful and sorta tired.  I did get to meet Abel though.  Actually by the end of the weekend I met every circuit DJ pretty much (TonyMoran, MannyLehman, Abel, Ralphi, all except for Brett Hendrichson but who cares about him).  After Score and the ability to know every song before it actually started, I decided that I go out too much and that I need to take a break.  Not the way to start my first circuit party weekend.

After a smoothie in the pool with the most amazingly beautiful model with the hottest tats and body I have ever seen, until a day later, we headed to the Pool Party.  Main party 1.  Men in square cuts and surfer shorts galore dancing under the bright tropical sun sipping rum drinks and taking a few too many trips to the bathroom makes a party rocking.  Throw in the idea that they can swim in a pool and well, it felt like Brazil.  The music was fun and pool party-ish but again unmemorable.   After stumbling back to my hotel across the street, a shower, nap, and quick change before heading to the most amazing club I have ever been to.  Twilo Miami is absolutely stunning.  The lights, the sound, the atmosphere, the space are all incredible.  I am jealous.  Nothing in NYC can't compare.  Throw in Joe G spinning and the night was AMAZING.  My favorite and I say that without bias.  (honestly!)  The space was OMG hot and sweaty and jam packed and circuity and light years beyond the fun to be had at Alegria.  Video of the light wall (one of Twilo's hotttt features) here:

After 10 hours of near nonstop dancing, I had to head home because the beach party, Main Party 2, (though not as special as Twilo on Saturday) was fast approaching.  Needless to say we got there late given our lack of sleep but I quickly threw myself onto the dance floor again and danced for another three and a half hours near sober.  I say near, not actually.  Brett sucked supposedly, everyone was bitching, ( I got there late to miss him, he is more Missed the Beat than MasterBeat) and Tony Moran just wasn't spinning great once he took over the reigns.  It was choppy and weird.  And Brokeback?  Come on!  Even though I think video or photos of parties hardly give you an idea of what it was like, here is one I found on the BeachParty with Tony spinning the Brokeback theme (can we say OLD!?!) : 

After a quick bite to eat, a nap, and another outfit change, Joe, Nikolas and I (along with some friends of Joe) headed to Crobar Miami which recently underwent a renovation for the early night party by Manny Lehman.  Crobar looked super hot.  Hotter than NYC again.  Can I say Jealous one more time?  Though Manny wasn't rockstar like he has been.  Unspeakable Joy?  Come on !  At midnight, it was already maxed out packed and the boys were HOT.  And on came the drug binge.  It was incredible how everyone was on something.  They were actually giving away alcohol yet charging you for water !!!   I never had any urge to throw myself into the dance floor at this point.  It looked like a sauna and I was heavily rolling.  So we stood behind Manny and acted like dancers.  haha.  I thought about lieing here about the whole drug thing (which I rarely have done on this site) but I decided who cares and since this is the first time I have blogged in awhile.. lets stay brutally Frank.  It is a circuit party and for anyone who has ever been to one, you already know, they make a pharmacy look like a waste of time.  I was amazed.  I actually thought I did more drugs than I should until I went to this thing all weekend.  I am totally an amateur and in kindergarden.  This party was like being on the varsity team.  5am rolled around (haha) quickly and Nikolas and I decided we needed more so we got in a happy lil cab and trekked into Miami again to go to Twilo one last time and this time for Abel.  It turned out to be my second favorite party since he was "amazing!"  It was serious after hours dark music (and seriously druggy) but the boys were hot, the boy I met at Manny named Seth was lickable, and well.. the vials were rolling around the swamp-like bathroom floor.  I actually kicked 2 by accident when I went in to urinate.  I took the shuttle back home around 10am and slept for an hour.  In total for the weekend I think I slept about 10 hours, maybe 12 max.  I met some great boys in SanFran, a few in LA, and a ton of other fun, great people.  The whole weekend was a blast. 

My return flight to LaGaurdia was a gross, depressing, mess.  We looked and felt like shit and the plane never seemed to be able to land.  Though we did get that amazing view of NYC at night.  Throw in the woman talking non stop next to us and the return to reality was incredibly harsh.

Recent Press

The Return.

I will return, I promise.  I needed a breather.  I also needed to figure out why I blog.

Thanks for all your encouragement and emails to get me back ... I think it has worked.

Love Will Keep You Dancing

I am nearly sick of gay culture.   I love dancing, I love myself (ha, even if that sentence sounds bad), I love homo’s, I love certain aspects of gay life, I love sex, but I am incredibly sick of the whole “standing in a bar having drinks with people who would never talk to you because they believe they are god’s gift” idea.  I am nearly to the point, with one of my friends who I frequently go out with who agrees entirely with me, that I might start approaching people to ask why they believe they should be as pretentious as they act.  Because for most of them, they shouldn’t be, it is undeserved.  Do we only talk to people because they could be the next possibility of a boyfriend or in gay word, sex?  Like, seriously…. I am seriously asking that.  What is wrong with American culture that we can’t socialize with each other?   I used to think it was me living in socially conservative without a clue Boston and having little in common with most of the social circles, but now I believe it is just Americans…. sadly.   When I look around at most of my friends, most are not from the United States any longer.   Obviously a handful are, so don’t call me anti-American, not that I really give a shit if you do.  I live in arguably one of the most creative and cultured cities in America, I have plenty to talk about given that those two aspects of NYC are my life.   Is it because humans, and especially gays, ultimately need constant validity in themselves or even more so the argument… are afraid of others?

And on an entirely different yet loosely related topic:

Please watch the video from Defected in the House of Global Gathering.  Look at how everyone is getting along from all ages and races and sexual preferences.    And especially look out for Andy Daniell, my new favorite but only because he is a delicious to look at DJ.

Happy New Years !!

I am going to be away from December 28th through the 7th.  Blogging will be sporadic but I have some future posted goodies.

Updated Interest Blurb

abel, alegria, alias, alfonso cuaron, art history, art, adbusters, almodovar, amelie, amores perros, anarchy, argentina, art shows, aussie bum, azumi, bamboo, barack obama, baseball socks, barack obama, basquiat, bauhaus, battle royale, bbq, beaches, beer, bend it like beckham, blueberries, boys, boyfriends, brasil, Brazil, brazilian funk, brazilian boys, brahma beer, break beats, brunch, buenos aires, camus, cappuccino, candide, cezanne, chad jack, cinema paradiso, circuit parties, cities, city of god, city of men, cock, coffee, coldplay, cooking, clubbing, clubs, crobar, dsquared, dolce and gabbana, dancing, death cab for cutie, design, devil wears prada, diesel, digweed, dining out, dirty sex, djs, donnie darko, downtempo, drawing, drinking, E, energie, europe, essential mixes, explosions in the sky, expensive champagne, expensive anything actually, family guy, fashion shows, faust, favela, feet, ferry corstein, fetishes, fiction, fight club, fiji water, film, florence, food, foreign countries, foreign film, france, gabriel garcia marquez, global underground, gordon ramsay, gotan project, grey's anatomy, guy savoy, gypsy kings, good hard house music, hard core djs, hendrix, homos, house of flying daggers, hot boys, hotel costes, howard dean, indie, independent film, industrial, italy, jocks, jockstraps, joe gauthreaux, janisjoplin, justin timberlake, junior jack, junior vasquez (before and after the drugs not during), kill bill, a boys legs, latin america, latin boys, leftist, left, locker rooms, lord of the flies, los angeles, Lost, lost in translation, low sagging skaters, madonna, making fun of people, making out, massive attack, martinis, matthew barney, mean girls, meatpacking district, mc solaar, michael jackson, michelin rated restaurants, ministry of sound, mohawks, movies, mozart, museums, music, myspace, nyc, oceans, offer nissim, painting, paris, parties, performance art, per se, picasso, piercings, pierre et gilles, pigs, pig sex, politics, pissing, pollock, porn, progressive house/trance, radiohead, randomness, restaurants, richter, rio de janeiro, rise, rufus wainwright, rolling stones, rome, rolling, rough sex, rough boys, sasha, sarah jessica parker, sex, sex and the city, seven, shanty towns, shanghai, sigur ros, skinheads, skinny dipping, sleeping, sluts, sofia coppola, soccer, soccer players, soccer socks, south america, spirited away, starbucks, strippers, star wars, surfers, sushi, sweaty jocks, sweaty boys, sweat, tattooed pig boys, tall paul, tattoes, the OC, the Office, thievery corporation, thomas keller, tokyo godfathers, timbalada, tony moran, trance, traveling, tsotsi, twombly (as in cy), ugly betty, verve, veronica mars, vueve cliquot, victor calderone, vodka, volver, watersports, Weeds, weed, west wing, wine, wong kar wai, wolfgang tillmans, y tu mama tambien, youth group,

Christmas Eve break down

I sit here on my sexy titanium colored laptop as the clock ticks closer to that magical hour where Santa flies around the world and the birth of Jesus is upon us.  I sit here in a town where I can see the stars and if I breath deeply enough smell the ocean.  After 6 hours of socializing with immediate and not so immediate family (given that I am Italian).  I mean six hours (or even more) of eating seven fishes and more chocolate than I should have, drinking wine (and Gin when it called for it), exchanging stories and presents, and playing with kids who are truly the real reason of Christmas.  Maybe it is the suburban air, or the six hours of family relationships, or the fact that my cell phone has died from lack of battery charge leaving me feeling in deep isolation in "America," but something has me a bit emotionally woozy.  I really somehow believe that I can feel the stress (of just living in NYC) and all of those little annoyances of my everyday life seeping out of me like a Chelsea boy sweating in the gym steam shower.

Maybe it is sleeping in the house that I grew up in, under my parents roof.  Or driving around town and seeing where I used to ride my bike, have my first ever alcoholic drink, or hang with my friends in high school talking about our "big" dreams in life.   Or maybe it is the peaceful calmness that is Bristol, a town adorned with Colonial houses sitting on the bay and dating back to the Revolution (one of those justified wars we used to talk about).  Maybe I am losing my mind as I sit here gazing into my Apple wondering if life in NYC or anywhere else in the world is just a distraction from what life actually is.  I really feel like I have asked myself about a million times in the last 3 weeks, "Am I Happy?"  Is this what I should be doing or want to be doing?  Is this going to fulfill me for now, for the next ten or forty years?

And for the first time to ever pass through my head, I felt that lil twinge/spark/nausea inside where I wanted a child.   I mean, even I was horrified at the thought, and my absolute annoyance towards other peoples children will not be subsiding when I get back to the city.  I will never step aside for a woman and a baby carriage.  I am sorry, but seriously, she isn't gods gift and neither is her child.  But, I felt it!!  A boy, for sure.  I want to see him grow.  I want to teach him everything that I have learned about life.  I want to stand there as he realizes his interests and his dreams.  I want him to be a punk.  To lash out.  To grab attention.  To be out of control and blissfully happy.  To see him see Christmas as the most exciting thing in life for all of the years he does.

I want to feel that I did something in my life.  Standing in a bar hoping for a boyfriend or a trick for the night isn't going to do it.  Doing it for fun while I am 25 is one thing, doing it for the next 25 years is another.  The great big carousel of life just keeps spinning, but when you ultimately get off you have to ask yourself, was it everything I hoped for?

About Me.

A 200 Question Fun Survey 4 Myspace (All The Bzoink Surveys Put Together)
Full Name::	Frank William Malafronte
Birthday::	May 29, 1981
Birthplace::	Providence
Eye Color::	Brown
Hair Color::	Brown
Height::	5-11
Weight::	145
Right handed or Left handed?:	Right
Your Heritage::	Italian and 5% Irish
My Worst Habit::
Zodiac Sign::	Gemini
Shoe Size::	11
Pants Size::	30
Innie or Outie?:	Innie
Parents Still Together?:	Yes
The Shoes You Wore Today::	These super hot black Diesel shoes that have this grey cap on the front
Your Weakness::	Forgiving someone.
Your Fears::	Being poor, alone, snakes, and having done nothing with my life.
Your Perfect Pizza::	Thin crust with sausage and peppers
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year::	Finding a gallery to represent me
Your Most Overused Phrase On An Instant Messenger:	lol, OMG, lmao, ew
Thoughts First Waking Up::	Usually that I am hard and horny.
Your Best Physical Feature::	Face.
Your Bedtime::	Midnight, unless it is the weekend..  and then maybe 5am?
Your Most Missed Memory::
MY FAVORITES
Favorite color?:	Blue
Food?:	I will eat anything, except Ethiopian.  Sitting on mushroom like benches is just weird.
Sport?:	Um, no.
Animal?:	I love dogs.  Soooo cute!
Ice Cream?:	Chunky Monkey
Candy?:	M&Ms
Store?:	Energie
Salad Dressing?:	Italian !
Actor?:	I can't pick just one.  Gael Garcia Bernal if forced.
Song?:	Love Generation.
Letter?:	F
Number?:	8, for obvious reasons.
Gum?:
Holiday?:	Fourth of July
Season?:	Summer, no questions.
Toothpaste Flavor?:
Radio Station?:	We still have radios?
Perfume?:	Dolce and Gabbana.
Scent besides perfume?:	A Hot Boys.
Body part on the opposite sex?:	Face.
FRIENDS AND LIFE
What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?:	A successful artist.
How Do You Want To Die?:	Happily
Turn ons::	Skinheads, rough str8 boys, those muscles that runs from your sides down to your crotch.
Turn offs::	Boys who smoke, obnoxious pretentious people, untrimmed hair.
Which One Of Your Friends Acts The Most Like You?:	Matt
Who's The Loudest?:	Brian
Who Makes You Laugh The Most?:	Joe
Who Have You Known The Longest?:	Tom
Who's The Shyist?:	Myself ?
When Have You Cried The Most?:	When my first boyfriend broke up with me, the first time.
What Is The Best Feeling In The World?:	Pure Blissfull Happiness
Worst Feeling?:	Failure
Where Do You Want To Live When You Grow Up?:	Rio de Janeiro
If You Could Change One Thing About You What Would It Be?:	I would like to be smarter.
How Long Do You Think You'll Live?:	Weird....
FINISH EACH SENTENCE
Let's walk on the:	wild side
Let's look at the:	beauty of life.
What a nice:	city
Where did all the:	love go?
Why can't we:	get along?
Silly, little:	boy.
Isn't it weird that:	people are afraid of each other?
Never under any circumstance:	should you ever do that.
I wish:	I had a boyfriend.
Everyone has a:	issues.
I am:	me.
HAVE YOU EVER
Been In Love?:	AbsoFUCKINGlutely !
Been To Juvie?:	EW, Juvie?  Like.. really?
Mooned Someone?:	I think so, in high school.
Been Rejected?:	Of course.
Ran Away From Home?:	hahah, no.
Pictured Your Crush Naked?:	I've fucked my crush naked.
Skipped School?:	Defininitely
Thought About Suicide?:	Definitely
Slept Outside?:	Yah, in a tent even, lol.
Laughed So Hard You Cried?:	Yes.
Cried In School?:	I am sure at some point I did.  I am a gay boy like that.
Thrown Up In School?:	Probably.
Wanted To Be a Model?:	I want to date a model but I never felt like I wanted to be one.
Cheated On Someone?:	Sad but true.
Done Something Really Stupid That You Still Laugh At Today?:	Yes, haha.. selling used underwear online and having them returned to my cousin, who also lived in my city, hahahahahahha..
Seen A Dead Body?:	Does a funeral count ?
Been Bitched Out?:	Haha, yah.. we call him my old no longer friend Greg.
Drank Alcohol?:	Today?  Yes.
Smoked?:	Yes
Been On Drugs?:	hahahah ..... Yes.
Eaten Sushi?:	Yes.
Been On Stage?:	In high school, not since.
Gone Skinny Dipping?:	Yes, in Ptown.
Shoplifted?:	I think I stole art supplies once when I was a kid.  How, haha, lame.
Been Drunk?:	Yah.
Been Called A Tease?:	For sure.
Been Beaten Up?:	Never.
DO YOU
Swear?:	Whats up with some of these fucking questions?
Sing Well?:	No, I sing badly.
Shower Daily?:	No.
Want To Go To College?:	I went to college, I want to go to grad school now.
Want To Get Married?:	Fuck no.  Relationships don't work.
Believe In Yourself?:	Yes, well.. mostly.
Get Motion Sickness?:	Sometimes.
Think You Are Attractive?:	hahahahha, Yes !
Get Along With Your Parents?:	Yes, they are adorable.
Like Thunderstorms?:	Yes, unless I am outside.
Play An Instrument?:	No.
Own An IPOD?:	Like 7.
Pray?:	To who ?   haha.
Go To Church?:	I think if I went to church, it would ignite into flames.
Sleep With Stuffed Animals?:	Not recently, would be a bit weird.
Keep A Journal/Diary?:	A blog count?  www.malafronte.net
Dance In The Rain?:	I would love to.
Sing In The Shower?:	Rarely.
THIS OR THAT
Pepsi or Coke?:	Definitely coke !
McDonald's or Burger King?:	Burger King.
Single or Group Dates?:	Group Dates?  Is that like group sex?  haha, single dates for sure.
Chocolate or Vanilla?:	Vanilla but that by no means has any relationship to my sexual preferences, lol.
Strawberries or Blueberries?:	Blueberries.  Mmm, the little Maine ones kick ass.
Meat or Veggies?:	Meat.
TV or Movie?:	Both, but I would prob. say movies first.
Guitar or Drums?:	Drums
Adidas or Nike?:	Adidas
Chinese or Mexican?:	Mexican
Cheerios or Corn Flakes?:	Cheerios
Cake or Pie?:	Cake
MTV or VH1?:	MTV
Blind or Deaf?:	Deaf.  I could never imagine being blind.
Boxers or Briefs?:	Briefs
CAN YOU
Do The Splits?:	No.
Write With Both Hands?:	No
Whistle?:	Yes
Blow A Bubble?:	No.
Roll Your Tongue In A Circle?:	Yes.
Cross Your Eyes?:	Yes.
Walk With Your Toes Curled?:	No.
Touch Your Tongue to Your Nose?:	If I tried hard enough, yes.
Dance?:	Absolutely.
Eat Whatever You Want And Not Worry?:	I wouldn't go that far, lol.
WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON
You Touched::	OMG, the boy from the other night, OMG !
You Talked To On The Phone::	Some boy.
You Instant Messaged::	Marc
You Hugged::	Brian
You Yelled At::	Brian, hahah.
You Played A Sport With::	Does sex count?
WHAT'S THE LAST
Time You Laughed?:	Yesterday
Time You Cried?:	Last night watching Grey's Anatomy
Movie You Watched?:	Devil Wears Prada
Flavor Of Gum You Chewed?:	Some new kind that tasted like a candy cane.  Mmm.
Joke You Told?:
Song You've Sung?:
RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT
Where Are You?:	At my desk, in my apt, in NYC
What Can You See Out Your Window?:	Another building.
Are You Listening To Music?:	Yes
What Are You Wearing?:	Boxers and a tank top
What's On Your Mousepad?:	I don't have one.
BELIEFS
Do you believe there is life on other planets?:	Yes
Do you believe in miracles?:	Yes
Magic?:	Yes
Love at first sight?:	Yes
God?:	Sometimes
Satan?:	No
Ghosts?:	No
Santa?:	haha, I wish I still did
Evolution?:	Sometimes
IN A BOY...
Fav Eye Color::	Blue or Brown
Fav Hair Color::	Brown for sure.
Short or Long Hair::	Short
Height::	5-11, 6 feet, around there.
Weight::	145 or lean and toned is best.
Best Clothing Style::	His own.
RANDOM
What Country Would You Most Like To Visit?:	Bhutan
Number Of CD's I Own::	I think I threw them out after I burned them all
Your Good Luck Charm::	My black bead necklace from Brazil
How many pillows do you sleep with?:	3
Do you drink milk?:	Yes
Person You Hate Most::	As in their name?  Now that is mean.
Most Outdated Phrase::	Oh My God !
Do you think God has a gender?:	Yes, male, FOR SURE.
Where do you think we go when we die?:	I hope someplace better.
How many rings until you answer the phone?:	Depends who it is.
What is something scientists need to invent?:	Cure for Aids.
Are you a health freak?:	Sometimes
Are you a virgin?:	hahahahahahahhahaha, NO.
If you could travel into space, where would you go?:	The Moon with someone I love
What is the worst weather?:	Freezing ass cold.
Did you play with Barbies as a child?:	No
How many grades have you failed?:	I think I failed gym once in high school.
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