As a not so terrible looking bartender in downtown New York City, I get my fair share of attention both on the job and off. That attention comes from all types of folks: straight, gay, fat, skinny, old, young, rich, poor, stupid, smart, persistent, mute, etc. I’m often asked how I handle it all. My standard answer is always the same: it comes with the territory. You could literally weigh 400 pounds, have every other tooth missing, smell like a D-train subway staircase in July, and you would still routinely be handed some hot ass on a platter without even trying. It’s similar to how a lot of people treat cops and other uniformed workers. The difference with bartending is that you have the added benefit (I guess) of being in an entertainment setting – one that loosens up people’s inhibitions with alcohol and quite often, harder stuff.
I have many conservative as well as liberal values. I can’t be put in a box in terms of politics, religion, and other hot-button topics (abortion, death penalty, etc.). I tend to defy categorization. I do take a stand on a lot of issues – they just happen to be my own, not anyone else’s ideas of what I should believe or how I should behave. In a nutshell, I believe everyone should be free to do whatever the fuck they please as long as they don’t defame, hurt, or kill anyone else – whether I believe in what they’re doing or not – period. Live and let live is my motto. Just please refrain from shitting on my own parade – whatever parade I might be having. Similarly, I won’t bust up your party. Get it?