Anyone who has been in the dance scene for more than 5 minutes has heard this phrase. It is from a club anthem, "The Door" by Circuit Boy, which features a running monologue by Alan T, the darling of South Beach nightlife.
Alan T (the "T" is for Tibaldeo) is a personified Pride parade. Gloriously campy and saturated with wit (but without being an evil queen) Alan doesn't tear others down in order to build himself up. It is not hispurpose to hurt, only to instruct.
For those who are tempted to dismiss Alan as all style and no substance, take a look at his background. He is fluent in Italian as well as Nelly-ese. Trained professionally as an architect, he is well grounded in art and aesthetics. "I
have studied at premiere institutions of architectural significance," he told me, including the University of Miami's School of Architecture, Columbia School of Architecture in New York City, and the Architectural Association in London