From top, left: Daughters of Devotion, Jodie Harsh, Gage of the Boone, Chase Holster, Jessica Love, Kyle Farmery and Amanda Lepore, David Terzian, and William Noguchi

I have a history of, shall we say, misfortune at Marquee. From nearly being toppled from a gogo box, to a blow-up doll debacle, to the most traumatic: The time a greasy stranger, as jealous as she was vicious, got low and bit me in the genitals. TWICE. Yet, week after week, I go back for more. Because it is simply the greatest night at the most decadent club in all Manhattan. Q Thursdays, the brainchild of the Holy Trinity of gay New York nightlife – Susanne Bartsch, Brandon Voss, and Patrick Crough – is the most fertile stomping grounds of downtown’s brightest stars, all reveling in the excess, all dancing underneath a disco ball the size of the moon. The crowd is mixed, in every sense: Gay and straight, fashion fags and muscle queens, Cindys and Naomis. Everyone, from everywhere, abandoning all inhibitions, having the time of their life. This is why people go out. This is why people move to New York. To get lost in the atmosphere, to find a new best friend over bottle service, to LIVE, in a way you can’t and won’t anywhere else.

So I expect to see you there every Thursday, even if I end up crucified or something.