I'm excited that Damian bought me Jeremy Atherton Lin's "Gay Bar: Why We Went Out," although I haven't started it yet. (Coincidentally, I see it's also Dr. Eric Cervini's current
Book Club selection.)
As gay bars continue to close at an alarming rate, "Gay Bar" looks back to find out what’s being lost in this indispensable, intimate, and stylish celebration of queer history.
Strobing lights and dark rooms; throbbing house [music] and drag queens on counters; first kisses, last call: the gay bar has long been a place of solidarity and sexual expression—whatever your scene, whoever you’re seeking. But in urban centers around the world, they are closing, a cultural demolition that has Jeremy Atherton Lin wondering: What was the gay bar? How have they shaped him? And could this spell the end of gay identity as we know it?
I rarely go out these days -- I'm 55 and married -- but cannot imagine what my younger days would have been like without bars, where I lived to watch videos, dance and hear new music, and met several of my closest friends.
They say you never forget your first -- I sort of have three because I first "accidentally" went to the London Hippodrome (above) in Leicester Square on
gay night in 1987 while on
vacation with a high-school gal pal (she immediately turned around to go back to the hotel but I opted to stay since I'd "already paid cover") and then accompanied my out Michigan best friend Mark to
Backstreet when I was bicurious(!) before finally going to one in my actual hometown of Phoenix, The Connection, with the first openly gay friend I ever made (Kurt) and his boyfriend (
RIP, Tim).
Curious to see how many of my old haunts (some open,
some long closed) got a mention, including but not limited to:
The Connection (Phoenix)
Brazil: (Scottsdale; East 4th Street east of Scottsdale Road, I believe)
My last two years at Arizona State are kind of a blur. Once I came out I was out -- every chance I could get. While I don't remember all that much about my classes, friends or work from that period, the one thing I do vividly recall is Black Box's "Ride on Time," which seemed to be playing on a loop wherever I went. With its take-no-prisoners vocals and heavy sampling of Loleatta Holloway's "Love Sensation," all the partying in the world couldn't erase the memory of dancing at Brazil to this one! (If someone has pictures, please send.)
Preston's (Phoenix)
Cute doorman
4102 E. Thomas Road
Bartenders at the patio bar
Wink's Cabaret (Phoenix)
Nu Towne Saloon (Phoenix)
Fosters in the Melrose District (Phoenix)
Hotbod's Desert Dance Palace (Phoenix)
Label this a near-miss. When I was a junior in high school I briefly worked at the Salad Bar location in Mesa, where much to my sheltered surprise the staff all did drugs and invited me to go dancing at Hotbod's Desert Dance Palace (aka Hotbods, no one really knows the correct way to spell it), which I later learned was the Valley's answer to Studio 54! (I stupidly declined, in horror, but in my defense I was 16 or 17.)
PHOENIX: The Connection, Al E. Gator's, Taylor's, Wink's,
BS West, Nu Towne Saloon, Preston's, Brazil, Charlie's.
The Spike (West Hollywood)
Arena (Los Angeles)
Boom Boom Room (Laguna Beach)
L.A./LONG BEACH/ORANGE COUNTY: Rage, Revolver, Micky's, The Abbey,
Studio One, Arena, Motherlode, Numbers, Fubar, the Spike, Gold Coast, Ripples, the Silver Fox, Mineshaft, Oz, the
Boom Boom Room, Lion's Den, Frat House, Newport Station.
JR's (Washington, D.C.)
WASHINGTON, D.C.: JR's, Trumpets, Badlands, Cobalt, Lost and Found, Tracks.
Uncle Charlie's (West Village)
XL (Chelsea)
Champs (Chelsea)
NEW YORK CITY: Splash, G, Roxy, Hell, Uncle Charlie's, the Works, XL,
Champs, XES, King, Pyramid Club, the Lure, Eagle, Rawhide, Julius's, Beige, Boiler Room, the Break, Popstarz, et al.
What were your earliest and go-to bars when you were coming out?