Re: Nuit Blanche (FAB Magazine, Oct. 17-07) Nightless City was truly less I could have slept through this yearâ€™s Nuit Blanche festivities on Church Street. The much-ballyhooed gaybourhood component of the city-wide art happening was about as exciting as the softcore pseudo-porn on late-night cable television. After months of hype about Nightless City, I was primed for outrÃ© exhibits and envelope-pushing performances that explored the intertwining of art and sexuality. Instead, I was handed the corporate-sponsored dregs of Pride. Judging by the bored faces of those ambling up and down the strip, I was not alone in feeling cheated of sleep for little more than the usual Saturday night queues on Church. Also, I was totally lost. Nightless City was listed as a collective exhibition in the Nuit Blanche guide, with no further details. I went looking for â€œAsleep,â€ an all-night projection of homelessness-themed photographs and visual works at Church and Maitland but only found four inflatable phalli blowing smoke into the air (perhaps up a metaphorical ass?). This ode to ejaculation was laughable in its resemblance to the portable ballrooms found at suburban malls during fall fairs. A half-hour of mostly fruitless wandering left me with the suspicion that Nightless City was little more than a crass ploy by the Church-Wellesley Village Business Improvement Area to gain access to the extended liquor service hours available. Nevertheless, I did enjoy the live writing event (with shadow dancing accompaniment) at This Ainâ€™t the Rosedale Library and was sufficiently perturbed by a performance artist dressed as a young bride and cradling an eviscerated goat carcass. The nightâ€™s most appalling sight was those moronic American Apparel kids in their creepy â€™70s-style gym clothes hollering and cavorting with hula hoops. Their idiotic commercial antics had no place in a celebration of the arts and merely served to underscore the blandness of an event that ended up offering more to area merchants than it did to Torontoâ€™s art lovers and the gay community. Christos Tsirbas writes for CBC Radio and Instinct magazine.