Amorous NYC

As New York City emerges from its long pandemic night of the soul, people are returning to the city streets and going to parties, congregating en masse, doing that which is usually normal but, for much of the last year, became abnormal.

And, uh, they're doing so in interesting ways.

If this story it to be believed, apparently New Yorkers are engaging in hardcore post-COVID PDA i.e. they're making out in public here, there, and everywhere, hither and thither as it 'twere. Oh yes, wherever you go, East Side, West Side, people are suckin' face on the sidewalks of New York!

But that's quaint compared to what's going on behind closed doors.

Apparently, orgies have returned -- particularly in Brooklyn and in other hip and trendy parts of NYC. The young and not-so-young are gettin' busy, reveling in each other's body parts and in a freedom that, for more than a year, was denied them. Oh yes, masks are not the only things being discarded! With presumably everyone vaccinated, people are have ditched social distancing with a vengeance.

Sounds like fun. And exhausting. 

But NYC has always been an amorous town, a place where freaks can freely get their freak-on.

This story about a woman named Eve Adams who lived more than 100 years ago and published lesbian literature and hosted a lesbian salon called Eve's Hangout was a wonderful, intriguing piece of NYC erotic history that, until now, I'd never known about. She was a real trailblazer, fully a century ahead of her time, someone who would be celebrated today. Sadly Eve Adam's life ended quite tragically in the Holocaust (long story), but she was and remains an inspiration.

This town ... we like our sexiness ... and our sexy people -- then, now, and forever.