Nothing especially unique about beards so kinky and filthy and, ugh, RED, that you can barely look at them even on a computer screen without feeling queasy, so I’ll leave you to parse this piece on Market Hotel-hipster-PBR-whateverness yourself and move on to the interesting shit: some kind of vaguely slutty, moderately S&Mish, gay pornesque photography and dancing deal at Starr Space this past weekend. I truly am not sure what OTK Discipline was actually about. While I wouldn’t describe the host in the photo as “buff,” he certainly has a nice body (I mean, he should never pose for a photo with his ass upside-down, but I’m sure it’s quite nice right side-up). And then the girl writer (how) ends the piece on sex with girls in Park Slope, and that’s where she and I agree: yuck. On the Park Slope thing.