As you may know, Bushwick isn’t really the place for those with a “family-friendly” mindset (give it another six months though, and I’m sure the Gymboree will be rolling into town). And most of the girls here are trying extremely hard to reinvent themselves/forget their past/generally seem like they don’t give a shit. Thus, are you really all that shocked that in the late hours of Saturday night/early hours of Sunday morning, there was a detectable spike in the amount of Bushwick girls who went home with questionable men?
The Burning Bush was able to stop a few of these shame-faced girls wearing sunglasses and toting coffee and a bagel as they scurried along Bogart or Moore Street. Even though it seemed like they were trying to forget about what happened mere hours ago, The Burning Bush got answers from Gretchen Stein and Lo Esteem. When Stein was asked why she felt compelled to go home with a stranger, she broke down, “It’s because of my dad, okay? I mean, isn’t it always because of him? I’m supposed to take the train to Connecticut today and I don’t even know why ’cause he’s just going to ignore me. At least this gross guy I went home with paid attention to me for a minute.” We’re assuming that’s how long the sex took altogether.
Esteem had a somewhat different take on her reason for deciding to go home with a fat guy from Three Diamond Door. “I just couldn’t be alone. My dad abandoned me when I was six, and every time Father’s Day comes I feel like total shit. I needed some kind of boost. I thought a one-night stand would do the job.” The Burning Bush attempted to interview other freshly fucked girls leaving Brooklyn’s Natural or L-Mo’s in a haze, but they were either incoherent or very hostile. Something about Father’s Day just brings out the worst in the female gender.
Written by Genna Rivieccio