Before 19-year-old Alex Nash could drop his pants, a motion detector flooded what had been a dark, empty driveway with light.
Cursing under his breath, Nash snatched up his bundle of clothes and ducked into another garage. With no lights to deter him, Nash dressed quickly, keeping still whenever a car drove by. He swapped his baggy trousers for black tights and inflated two condoms before jamming them down his shirt.
“I’m a hot mess,” Nash said, brushing out the bangs on his disheveled wig. “Fix my boobies, will you?”
Nash is a prostitute who works the neighborhoods of Fordham and Kingsbridge in the Bronx. The tall, slender teen isn’t a transvestite, but he dresses in drag to grab the attention of potential clients who come to the area in search of sex. [Read the full story on The Bronx Ink]
The Bronx New School (P.S. 51) had seen its share of typical childhood illnesses during its 23-year history. But ever since the city told parents in early August that their northwest Bronx building was contaminated with dangerous levels of an industrial toxin, each memory of a headache or nosebleed—plus one story of a former student who died of kidney failure—has caused added anxieties. [Read the full story on City Limits]
Animal rights activists were outraged over the light sentence a Bronx woman received for allowing her pit bull to die of starvation. Cherika Alvarez, 30, was sentenced to 20 days of community service and barred from owning or handling pets for three years after Judge Robert Sackett found her guilty of animal cruelty last August 17. A visibly-shaken Alvarez claimed she would never intentionally hurt even a cockroach, sobbing in the courtroom, “I didn’t want any of this to happen. I will feel this for the rest of my life.” [Read the full story on the Gothamist]
Make no mistake: The food in Neerob, a canteen-style eatery in the Bronx, is Bangladeshi—not Indian. The Parkchester restaurant first opened over three years ago, spurred by owner Mohammed Rahman’s frustration that numerous “Indian” restaurants actually served dishes native to Bangladesh, and were staffed by Bengalis. “When you say that the food in a restaurant is Bangladeshi, no one wants to come,” said Rahman, who first came to the U.S. 20 years ago as a student. “But when you say it’s Indian, people are familiar with it. They know what to order.” [Read the full story on The Bronx Ink]