Welcome to my intersection of the highway, specifically I-35 and I-70. although aesthetically my life manifests at the intersections of kink, dandyism, art, and industry.
I am the newly appointed Kansas City, Missouri correspondent for The Gay Highwaymen.
Let me offer a lay of the land: I am in KCMO (shorthand for Kansas City, Missouri) but I can hit a low-rent hooker in KCK (Kansas City, Kansas) with a pebble chucked from my window in the Hobbs Building.
Like so many other places, KCMO is chock full of bottoms. In this case, I mean river bottoms; two to be exact, east and west. My studio is in the West Bottoms of KCMO, the old warehouse, shipping and stockyard area due west of downtown. Many of the warehouses currently house artist spaces, galleries and an odd assortment of cafes and miscellaneous business ventures. Burly-Q queens and aerial fabric performers flash up the place with glitter and sequins.
The East Bottoms are the chemical plants and industry. As they have a penchant to explode every other year or so, the west is the best sort of bottom to be.
I am a lost boy looking for his proper home. Until I find it, KCMO offers some great art, some queer little food and entertainment venues and a thriving underground culture. While I am here, I would be honored with the privilege of reporting to you all about it.
And as long as I am searching along the gay highways for a place that feels like home, you can track my personal adventure over at dapperkink.
Safe journeys from your KC ‘mo.