Hearsay

Changes at gay Rehoboth, DJ Victor Martinez's b-day, and more


Published on July 10, 2003, 12:00am | Comments

Department store dancing and panthers at Rehoboth Beach…
DJ Victor Martinez turns five in dog years…
A fitting memorial at the Lantern…

After Capital Pride debauchery and Supreme Court sodomy, Hearsay needed an extended do-nothing vacation. So it came to pass that Hearsay has been silent lo the past several weeks. Hibernating Hearsay retired to the land of tax-free livin', wicker-furniture sittin', Hooters tootin' and First State experiencin' American life. Howdy, dowdy Delaware! July 4th is the biggest summer weekend in Rehoboth Beach (also known to the uber-faithful as Risslyland) -- there are just too many things to do, but Hearsay made a personal vow to take it easy for a change. Fortunately easy is Delaware's middle name. Frisky is it's last name. At the beach, at the bars, at the beach house, at the lake -- boys, boys, boys were getting randy, randy, randy. Hearsay's personal favorite tale: two trashy boys were giving each other a “hand” under a strategically positioned towel on Poodle Beach, until a big gym queen came over and sprayed them with a water gun, to much applause. “You two need to cool off,” he scolded, apparently envious of the attention not being paid to him.

It wasn't just the boys getting Hearsay hot under the Speedo, though. The damn mosquitoes were getting all the fresh blood around, sucking for their small-wonder lives. So Hearsay stayed indoors as much as possible, maintaining the pasty white glow it had worked so hard all winter to achieve. Of course, if Hearsay smoked -- it gave up the Marlboro Reds years ago -- it would be outside approximately every 4.3 minutes, puffing away with every other smoking queen now banished by Delaware's Draconian Smoking Ban in bars and restaurants. And also there's a lot of huffing and puffing amongst the regulars over a restrictive noise ordinance that Rehoboth police have begun to enforce, though it wasn't at all obvious last weekend. From the Blue Moon to Cloud Nine, all bars Hearsay stopped in were reaching eardrum thumping decibel levels.

Of course there's no more Renegade Complex to frolic at -- it's been demolished to make way for outlet-mall townhouses. So, where to dance? Salvation came in the guise of the customer-service king of retail, the Ames Department Store, which has started a nightclub. Well, actually it's all the doins' of ever-trusty Dan “Promoting is My Life's Calling” Contarino, with help from the Moon's Rob Dick and Eric Teves. The new club's name? Am. The promoters, in their small-wonder wisdom, simply draped a black cloth over the -es in the Ames sign out front of the former Rehoboth store. But how to refer to it? Brian “I'll Be Your Guide” Damron pronounced it as “Aim,” as in “Take…” Don “Welcome Back” Kautter called it “A.M.,” since that's when he most often comes out to play. The ubiquitous man about town Chris “Swiss Miss” Riss suggested it was an acronym, standing for After Midnight, Animal Magnetism or Auntie Mame's. (Thank you, Chris. How's the real estate market?) Well, whatever you call it, it's certainly discount department store dancing at its finest. The E and S weren't the only things lost in the switch to dancing. A C seemed to be covered over too, as it was hotter inside than out. And waiting to check out of the store, so to speak, took as long as ever, since the Am boys kept the bathrooms the same as they ever were at Ames: too small and dumpy. Speaking of dumpy, early on Saturday night Hedda “Wilted” Lettuce led us all fleeing the dance floor to retreat to the lounge. “Attention Am Employees: Clean up needed in produce. The iceberg display has ruined our romaine domain.” Working the lounge was Heine “No Small Wonder” Lund, the Rehoboth personal trainer extraordinaire, who was one of the harder! better! faster! stronger! drink pourers of the night as the clock struck last-call at 1 a.m. (Don't forget to drink early and often in Delaware, girls.) Some in the audience surely lost out on their last shaken and stirred, but the Men of Mega at least helped many of them recover the latter with their advertised “Special xxx-effects.” “Attention Am Shoppers, don't be alarmed, but there's a loose panther in the store who won't stop growling.” Hearsay was so scared at one point it tripped the fire alarm, but few dancers noticed until the music cut out, thinking the panther growl, the alarm, and the robotic warning were all part of Blake “Ballmer Bells and Whistles” Rodgers' DJ package.

Alas, like Ames layaway, the Am nightclub will only be around for 90 days, or through September, at which point the building is to be -- what else? -- razed. Can't stop progress. And Rehoboth certainly has progressed, socially speaking. It's never been more re-homo, according to all sources. Mark Aguirre was elected last year as the first openly gay commissioner for the City of Rehoboth Beach. And in May that body unanimously passed a gay anti-discrimination clause. The Advocate just ranked the town the country's 5th Best Summer Destination for homosexuals. USA Today, with help from Gay.com, went so far as to rank Poodle Beach the best gay and lesbian beach. And Letters from CAMP Rehoboth's Steve “Rehoboth Is My Only Baby” Elkins said that in recent times the gayby boom has spread like wicker furniture among beach denizens…

Hearsay wishes a belated happy birthday to local DJ sensation, Victor “And Sometimes VictoriaMartinez, who entered his 5th dog year(roughly speaking, arf, arf) on June 20th. For his birthday, his beau of five festive years Rick “Cedar Point” Skippon took him to, well, Cleveland to see the folks (“Happy Birthday, darling, let's spend it with the in-laws”), en route stopping in Pittsburgh to catch a baseball game (butch boys, these two, but not too butch, as Victor has been known to treat himself to the occasional manicure and pedicure). Old Vic, as he's known in the U.K., is a Friday night resident DJ at Cobalt and a Saturday night regular at Wet. He's sensational -- stop in and hear him sometime…

Hearsay was profoundly touched to learn that the manager of the Fireplace, Alan Harden, approached the current co-owner of the Green Lantern, Greg Zehnacker, with the request that the celebratory wake for two late Green Lantern employees -- Fred Dabney and Al Weber -- be held at the bar Alan used to manage long, long ago. The event, held last Thursday, July 3, in the Lantern's upstairs berth, was an intimate, poignant affair, with several former Lantern customers reentering the renovated bar for the first time. Overheard: “Wow, I never knew it was such a beautiful space!”…

And last but not least: Bob Summersquall. No, that's not right. Bob Summersquill. Nope. Let's try again. Bob Summerzkill. Oh, forget it…


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