What the f*ck?!?! Part 2

So now on with the story about Eli Rubin, the crazy chick (who i'll call X), and how they're all connected. I got home after the partying and called a friend. I mentioned this random girl. He said it sounded like someone that he knew of, named X. Time and time again he went out places, to bars, or parties or random trips in a number of countries and she randomly appears. Visit to a jerusalem bar? She's there. Party in NYC? She's there. A bus to Hebron? Yep, she's there.

Well soon after I found a message in my facebook inbox. "so whats up with that X girl?! .....she seemed to have come last night to kinda find out who you are... which i thought was odd. because she asked me if i was there for the "blog party" and i said i was there for a goodbye party... then she asked me what ur full name was and i said "i dont do names" - anyway, she left me with a bad feeling... whats the story?"

Now that weirded me out. I had thought nothing of it. Funny though that my friend I spoke to actually knew who the hell I was talking about, once i mentioned a random girl showing up, as confirmed by the message that he had the right girl. Now it seemed i might need to be concerned about her. The fucker had told me he would have someone attend my party to take pics of me. While I didn't think he would, you never really know what stalkers can do. (BTW if anyone saw pics from the night please forward them to me, i'd love to know how fabulous I looked! lmao). What was his connection to her? I had no idea.

Another good friend got really mad at what was going on, and decided he'd get to the bottom of it. And he did. He's clearly got contacts everywhere! So this is what we discovered Eli Rubin did. He has a good few hundred facebook friends, so he made a facebook event. Same time, same place as my goodbye party. The event essentially announced that he had a blog and he'd be revealing who he is and his blog at the party and invited everyone to come. X was the only person that came. I guess he hoped more people would actually give a damn about 'his' identity and show up. He's probably friends with a bunch of religious jews and hoped they'd come.


He still uses facebook to try and get some dirt on me. His status practically every single day is about me, I don't know what his problem is. Clearly he has no life or he might actually be out doing something rather than spending every day trying to destroy mine. And i know he's going to read this so i've got a little message for him. You really suck at throwing parties, but mine was a blast. You should've come!

My last week in NYC :(

I started up the week meeting a friend for dinner. We'd been friends for quite a while but since he's not out or anything so whenever I socialize with the gay boys he's never there. We ate at a new place called schnitzel express in midtown, and then went walking towards the Intrepid. We met up with his boyfriend, well maybe not boyfriend, but the guy he is seeing, and another friend of his and we went out for a coffee. We said our goodbyes and I ended up just walking the streets of Hells kitchen.

I got home to find a bunch of comments on my blog. Someone had found out my identity and was trying to broadcast it to the world. I've already written about him and there's more to come on that in my next post.

That Thursday it got really cold and rained most of the day but nothing was going to put a dampener on that night as it was my going away party at Vlada. Originally I wasn't planning on making anything but Mike practically organized it so who was I to argue? The plan was to take over upstairs, but a message went around to all the attendees that it was moved downstairs (i saw it after the party). It was good to see alot of people I hadn't seen much of recently. Mr subway came, as did PhD (still not quite sure what is up with that. Did i misread him entirely?!?!). It was actually funny because I had posted in my facebook status about the party and it would be upstairs at Vlada. I noticed people at different times going upstairs, seeing nothing there and then coming back down and leaving. I wondered if they were some of Jay's friends who had shown up because of that status. I guess i'll never know.

The night wore on and the crowd dwindled until there were only a handful of people left. And then some random chick shows up. She was the only person that I'd never met and seemed to be there for my party. She started asking me questions, and while i'd had quite a few to drink (some paid for and some shouted ;) ) I can't remember what i told her. I really had no idea who she was and didn't particularly care (more on her in the next post).

Some people had gone home, some had gone to Splash. And I decided to make a move, so I popped in too. While I love splash and really miss it, this wasn't one of their better nights. Don't get me wrong, it was fun, but it was a lights out party with everyone wearing glostick necklaces. I don't need any light to dance, but i like being able to see the boys around me. I did finally meet Justin, who was a party promoter there. And the small group of my friends had a great night (except for a missing blackberry but that was found eventually). For some time I was dancing, and I was holding hands with a cute guy next to me. Yes he was dancing with someone else (I'm assuming a bf) so I was his dirty little secret and we made sure never to get caught, that was fun :) Too bad that was all it was going to be. Eventually it was time to head home and say goodbye to the place i'd had so much fun at in the big apple.

J

No sex, but lots of drugs, alcohol and rock n roll

All my posts are on a time delay due to circumstances beyond my control but i'm getting through them, slowly. So it was after the jewish festival of simchat torah (or the night before columbus day - take your pick) And it was time to go out of course!

This time it was a different friend. A straight girl who loved going out as much as I do. We began in the East Village at 3 of cups. After a drink we moved on to Arrow. While it was my first time there, it was clearly a smaller crowd than normal due to the march that day in DC. Dancing, drinking and off to Eastern bloc for more of the same. Then it was time to hit Chelsea, beginning with the G lounge. There it actually got busier and we danced and drank away. Before leaving I had to say goodbye to Jacob the gorgeous bartender who funnily enough had just returned from a trip to where i'm from.

Time for the last stop, Splash. That was where things started to get wild. After dancing for a while my dance partner needed a break, so I danced alone. But I wasn't alone for long. Two guys came up to me and we started dancing. They wanted me to go home with them but I wasn't interested in the slightest. I actually had my eye on another guy there. I seem to have a thing for tall handsome guys :) I got a drink, as did he, and we started chatting. We then did some more stuff with our lips but we certainly weren't chatting! He seemed keen, he asked for my number. Mmm what did that mean? Asking for my number already? He told me to follow him. Downstairs is another bar, another DJ, couches, and the bathrooms. Well it wouldn't be the first time I went in there for some privacy with a guy. He closed the door behind me, but we didn't do what I thought we'd be doing. He pulled out a little plastic bag filled with white powder. Yep, thats what I thought it was. We both did a line there and then went back upstairs. There's a first time for everything, and I expected to feel something different, but it was still cool.

I wanted to head back to his place, but he was actually out celebrating a friends birthday and was going to go to his friends who had already left. Would I join him? Of course I would! We walked to his friends place nearby. A beautiful, but empty pad. 3 bed, 3 bath, nice balcony overlooking 7th Avenue. It had been bought, but not furnished yet, renovations still to be done. His friends were out on the balcony having a cigarette and drinking champagne, so we joined in. My guy was originally from Germany, the birthday boy was born in Israel and one of the others was from London. Funny that most of us were jews.

He gave me a tour of the empty condo. Really how much time is needed to show a person an empty bedroom? The answer to that question depends on what you want to do with them in that empty bedroom. And the answer to that is how long can we be away for before they start wondering where we are? So eventually it was time to go back to the main room and have more champagne. An iphone was acting as a stereo. And there on the granite kitchen benchtop were more lines of coke just waiting for someone to come to them with a rolled up bill. It was seriously the most crazy night i've ever had. Because the place was empty thats all there was. Bottles of champagne, a miniature bottle of vodka, cigarettes and cocaine. I spent the entire night talking, dancing, drinking, smoking and snorting. No really, i did. Till the sun came up and it was time to leave.

We all left and went our separate ways. I was home by 8am and it was seriously the most insane thing i'd ever done. I guess you can call me a bad boy now, as opposed to the angel i've always been.

good night,
J

Getting some, missing out on some, then getting some, and then getting some more!

Sorry this is so long but it's been a long time coming!

Well Mr Fire Island had the flu, so that was out for the weekend. But there was still Mr Stonewall. I got in touch with him and we planned to meet on Saturday. He lived not too far from me so I ended up walking there. The night consisted of lots of alcohol, thai food, pot, and fun on his couch and in his bed, both in the evening, later that night and again the next morning, lol. And then I went home and just hung out, waiting for the jewish holiday of sukkot to finish.

On monday I met up with a friend Steve for dinner at some Italian place in greenwich village and then a bar hop. It was a lot of fun and we hadn't seen each other in quite a while. We began with a visit to Gymbar, which was fun. We then moved on to the G lounge, which was it's usual self on a monday night, pretty dead. Jacob (the hot bartender) wasn't there and there wasn't many people there. I headed to the bathroom and thats when I saw him, Mr Phoenix. You know, the tall, handsome guy I first saw at the Phoenix, then in Chelsea on yom kippur night. And again he was sitting alone. I decided this was it, when I came out i would go over to him and say hi. Only I came out and he was gone. WTF?! Steve thought I was hallucinating, but I wasn't! He really was there. I checked out the rest of the place, and yep he was gone. So we stayed for a drink. There were a couple of cute guys but they were clearly a couple.

We headed off and moved on to Splash. Time for some showtunes as musical mondays! So as we were on our way I saw 2 religious jewish kids walking around. They looked like they'd just gotten off the boat, maybe from boropark?! They were probably around 15 or 16 and they turned onto W 19th st just as we turned off. They couldn't have been going to G lounge or anything like that could they? And what the hell were they doing in Chelsea at a time of night like this, dressed in their religious garb? I asked if I could help and they said they were looking to play pool. That was one thing I didn't know of in a nearby location. Bars? Yep. Clubs? Yep. Pool? No. I considered telling them off in Yiddish but that probably would've freaked them out. It would've been funny though. So off we went to Splash.

It was fun and it was his first time there on such a night. There a guy there that reminded me of the tall dark handsome guy i'd been seeing everywhere. Of course he was with another guy, a short blond twink and they were very obviously together. Then Shoshana Bean was introduced and did a few numbers. Some pop songs from her album, and some from shows she'd been in. Scott Nevins introduced her and damn he's cute! Once she'd done her show who do I see but tall, dark, handsome guy #1 (TDHG1). No seriously, i wasn't hallucinating thank god! Of course before I could go up to him TDHG2 makes a beeline for him. Steve had to leave cos he's actually got a job, but I stick around for a bit, finishing off my beer and keeping an eye on these two. They start talking and the twinky boyfriend goes away for a bit. These 2 guys head for the booths at the back and begin making out. Like seriously WTF?! I just missed out on both of them?! FML! There whole time they were there and I was drinking the twinky bf kept searching for his guy. Too bad he never looked at the back of the place. I probably should've given him a few hints, lol. One guy came up to me and asked me if I did any modelling. No seriously, he did. He said he was visiting from Peru and thought I was very handsome. Well thanks, but back to my guys.

At one point TDHG2 went for a bit and TDHG1 was just standing there. I figured i don't care what reaction I get, I just need to go over to him and say hi, and the next thing I know, someone puts down a beer next to me and says thats for you. Great, just what I wanted. Some fucking guy to buy me a beer. Well I wasn't going to tell him to get lost or I wasn't interested. So we smalltalked for a bit. Just long enough for TDHG2 to come back and leave together with TDHG1. Anyway this guy who bought me the beer was from Brisbane, Australia and was visiting the US. And I wasn't interested in the slightest. So I pretty much left soon after and went home.

Wednesday it was time to go out yet again. Wednesday night is usually east village night. Starting with the Phoenix. I met up with a friend there for a few beers. It was nice and chilled. We went out for a smoke and there was a group of guys we got chatting to. We also got asked to byt some randoms if we'd mind doing a survey for them. They were from Hunter college and they basically gave you a pda and it went through asking questions, about your sexual practices, and alcohol and drug habits. It was anonymous of course. Too bad they didn't come to me a couple weeks later as I'd have had more to answer and maybe i'd actually have qualified for the survey (and i know you're curious about that. Future blog post!)

My friend needed to head off, he worked and went to school so I started walking with him. But then I thought a couple of those guys were going to cab it to brooklyn, and I was heading to brooklyn. So i may as well join them (and one of them was cute so that didn't hurt either). The 3 of us jumped in a cab and went towards home. We first dropped off one guy, and suddenly it's just me and the cute guy in the back seat. One thing led to another and i'm sure you can guess what happened but i'll tell you anyway. Hands roamed, lips touched. Lots of kissing and making out in the back seat. I wonder what the taxi driver thought. Not that I care, i'm just curious! We got dropped off at his place, said hi to the cat and had lots of fun!

Rather than staying the night I went home because I was heading out to Long Island early that morning. I decided if i went to sleep for a couple hours I'd probably end up sleeping through my alarm so it was to be an all-nighter. I got home watched some tv, had something to eat before heading out again to the subway.

Fast forward to that night. I had been looking forward to this event for a long time. It was the annual GLBT sukkah party at the JCC. This month there was no JQY meeting so it looked like this was going to be my last hurrah. Pretty much all my gay Jewish friends were going to be there, as well as others I'd never met before. Made a bunch of new friends, had more alcohol than food, and spent the night mingling and socializing. Wait, they mean the same thing, right? Anyway the party was supposed to go till 10 and by 10.30 security wanted us out of there. As what usually happens after these events we get herded outside and people just hang around there until we decide where to go. We ended up in Splash, heading there in a couple groups. The Israelis and their 'host' went first, followed by another 4 of us.

We got there and headed straight for the dancefloor. After a bit me and one of the guys got a drink, and things moved on from there. We left Splash quite early (much earlier than I usually do) and headed back to his place. While it wasn't that late unfortunately the lack of sleep the previous night got to me. I will say though we more than made up for it the next morning :)

That Friday night was shmini atzeret, and I got invited out to a friends place for dinner. As per usual some people there I knew and some I didnt, but got to know them quite well throughout the night. The food was great! Compliments to the chef. Wine flowed non stop, it was really a fun night. After dinner we decided to head out. It was friday night, which usually means Rockit! Unfortunately, rather than take my wallet with me for the night, i left it at home and took things I thought i'd need. Cash. ATM card. Metrocard. That's right, i left my id at home. Was I really going to go all the way home to get it? You betya! I subwayed back home, giving directions to 3 lost middle aged white women in from DC for the weekend, and then back to rockit. And i'm glad I did. My friends were still there and I hit the dancefloor. I seriously love NYC. I have so much freedom! I ended up dancing with a guy from Turkey who was a law student in NY. Well we did more than dance, but he eventually left to go to his friends that were waiting for him outside. I went back to my friends and we left not long after. The israeli boys took the subway home so I went with the LA boy for some pizza. He was staying with a friend in Chelsea so we went our separate ways after that.

What the f*ck?!?!

So i'm sure plenty of you want to know what the hell has been going on with me. Well I went out a few weeks ago, doing the thing I do in New York, and I got back home and found a few startling things. Someone had commented on my latest blog post "A we are going to miss you in B". A being my real name, and B being the place where I lived. I also had received an email from some random yahoo address with similar message, only this time they also mentioned where I was from. And I totally freaked out. Who was it? Was someone playing a joke on me? Was someone trying to out me? Who had found out this info and what did they want? The first thing I did was delete the comment. I also replied to the email. Things went back and forth. He told me his first name and where he was from but I didn't believe a word of it.

Eventually I decided to turn moderation on for all comments, and i made my blog invite only until I could figure out what to do about this situation. Of course he informs me that he's made copies of everything i've written on my blog so far, lol. Not that he really did, but what a bored soul!

I also received a message to my real facebook account from a person saying "wow you're jay murray?!". This person (i won't reveal his 'name' here) has been known to harrass other young gay jews, as well as write very inappropriate things on their walls. In short he has pissed alot of people off. He began emailing me links to things online that mentioned me. Well 2 could play at that game. One of my 'friends' emailed me his real name and I googled him. I found his real facebook profile and his linkedin profile (with info on where he works). He denied it was him but my money says it is. He also emailed some people informing them that the Jay Murray blog is [insert my real name]. I'm not sure how many people he sent that to, but at least one of my friends got it. He also mentioned that he'd have someone at my going away party taking pics of me.

I think thats enough explanation for part 1. There's more to come in a part 2, but i think I need to finish off some other posts before I get on to that, so have a great day :)
j

Blog update

For all you eager beavers out there, a blog update is coming!!! Contrary to what you may have heard i'm not dead. Just been extremely busy, and having PC issues (no i'm not getting a mac) and have half a dozen posts that i've started but haven't been able to finish, but i promis the new post is on its way. And this will take precedence over every other one i'm working on. It will explain what has happened to me and the blog over the past couple of weeks. You will be shocked, horrified and enthralled. I promise :)

j

Gleeeeeeeeeeeeee

Ok be honest here, is this why you watch Glee? Lol. Thoughts? Then comment!

The rest of the weekend and then some

Hey,
I guess this could be called a continuation from the previous post.

Friday night and shabbat were pretty boring. I stayed home in Brooklyn and didn't go anywhere exciting. Saturday night rolled around and I was dying to head out. I go on facebook and a friend is on. Have I heard of the Tall Gay Agenda? he asks. Nope. Well it's a facebook group he found and membership requires you to be 6'2 or taller (not quite sure how they confirm that via facebook). Anyway they were having a monthly get together at the Stonewall. Was I interested? Sure I was! It sounded interesting and I'd never been to the Stonewall.

While waiting for him outside some guy offered me some blow on the street. Surprise surprise I did not take him up on the offer. What can I say but there alot of tall men in there. And anyone who wasn't tall suddenly looked really short. We met a few people while waiting for drinks. One cute guy I was chatting to disappeared, but there were some others including a group we went upstairs with. One guy in particular was pretty into me, we spent much of the night chatting. Eventually it was time for us to go but we exchanged numbers and will be hanging out this weekend. The drinks at stonewall sucked though. Like really bad. Bottles only if I ever go there again.

We moved on to another party. This time a house party hosted by the director of Trembling Before God - Sandi Dubowski. It was his birthday, and a few more friends were on their way there too so off to the east village we went. It was raining but couldn't hail a cab so we walked it. And the place was packed! Lots of new randoms, some i'd love to have gotten it on with. And someone thought there was weed in the birthday cake. I'm not sure if there was but not like i'd complain anyway. I also spotted someone there that I knew. I don't know if he recognized me but I certainly recognized him, and he left soon after I got there. Not sure if I should read anything into that. Eventually it was time to head home.

Yom Kippur was coming up the following night and I really didn't have any major plans. I thought maybe i'd pop into the local synagogue for a bit. I probably wouldn't fast. And then something happened. A friend from the city mentioned he was thinking of going to CBST. Well that was all the push I needed. We met up outside the Javits Center in Manhattan. Apparently it's the only (or one of the only) high holiday services in Manhattan that is free, so it attracts straight people as well as GLBT. As you do, you bump into people that you know, or just recognize from facebook - there was a good few thousand people there, how could you not? We saved a few seats for some people we saw. All 5 of us were there and it was a really nice evening. Besides the fact that across the aisle on my left were a couple hotties, and someone that came with one of my friends was pretty cute too. He was too many seats across that I couldn't really start a conversation with him, but at least I could look at him.


Growing up orthodox all I ever knew was one way of praying. Sit there, read the words, understand them or not, just say them. It was one reason I didn't really care for prayer that much. But these services were really enjoyable. It was honestly the first time in a long time I could say I enjoyed synagogue services. Maybe it was the mix of prayer and music and choir and rabbi's comments, but it was fun. Afterwards a bunch of us went outside, there's kind of a balcony overlooking the west side highway and the hudson and NJ since people traffic flowing out of the hall was going so slow. Of course when we finally made it out it seemed almost like a JQY meeting. All the people that you know, but didn't know were there that night. Mr Splash and his baby, and a bunch of others too, just chatting away and socializing. I thought maybe i'd actually come back the next day too (but that didn't end up happening). It was a nice night out and the friend I came with was walking back to Union Square so we headed off together. As we passed through Chelsea, who did we see but the tall cute guy we both noticed at the Phoenix a few nights earlier! That was just random and funny. And again he was alone :(

I got back home and was hungry and thought why should I bother fasting if I don't do so many other things (yeah I know that's a slippery slope). So I had something to eat. I didn't make it back to CBST the next day, I pretty much stayed at home and chilled. I did decide I would fast the rest of Yom Kippur, and i'm glad I did.

The next day was an exciting day. Lunch with Mr Subway :) It had been postponed a few times and was really looking forward to it. I met him near his work and we went to a place called Cosi. I had a really nice time, he seems like a fun guy, and he mentioned he had a boyfriend, who he met a few weeks before he met me. FML. I mean don't get me wrong, it's nice that he has a boyfriend, and when we first met he did tell me his love life was complicated. We did have a nice lunch though and walked around a bit, and he's a really nice guy. It's just that I wouldn't have minded an invite back to his place at some point for some... um you know what, lol.

Lastly I had another date (with a girl) this week. Yeah thats a real FML. And it was bad, like really bad. I ended it as soon as I could without being rude. Really, what a nerd! There's no other way to describe her. Since I had a car I took my sister out to eat in Flatbush at some kosher place which was absolutely packed! While there I saw some people I knew. There were 4 guys, 2 were a couple, and someone else I recognized. Does that mean he's gay? No. But he's single, and older than me. Really made me wonder!

Anyway, I have to head off, going to meet the guy I met at the Stonewall. And yes I'm having a fabulous sukkot, lol.
Jay