Today's post was inspired by TJB’s comment on our Transsexual Truck Stop post, as follows:
"Actually, on my first visit to my very first gay bar, my ill-advised trip to the loo provided me with a sight not terribly unlike the one shown here"…
So tell us about your first visit to a gay bar.
Yes, that includes you straight fellas too. And you laydeez of whatever persuasion.
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ReplyDeleteLet's just say East Inn Club, Olongapo, Philippines, and leave it at that.
ReplyDeleteAh, sweet memory.
ReplyDeleteMy first visit to a gay bar, as a teen with my special friend H. He bought me a delicious sweet drink and some guy did the most amazing card tricks for us I've ever seen. And by card tricks, I mean actual card tricks with sleight of hand and a deck of cards. And by sleight of hand, I mean sleight of hand. Not code for anything else.
Well, not really code.
Come to think of it, maybe it was code.
I was the only girl but no one minded.
I was so petrified two friends had to carry me up the stairs and inside. my fear lasted until the first hottie hit on me - ah youth and a lock of a gag reflex.
ReplyDeleteGood times.......
Good times.
XL: Let's just say East Inn Club, Olongapo, Philippines, and leave it at that.
ReplyDeleteWere the gurlyboys friendly at least?
LEAH: Ah, sweet memory.
My first visit to a gay bar, as a teen with my special friend H. He bought me a delicious sweet drink and some guy did the most amazing card tricks for us I've ever seen. And by card tricks, I mean actual card tricks with sleight of hand and a deck of cards. And by sleight of hand, I mean sleight of hand. Not code for anything else.
Well, not really code.
Come to think of it, maybe it was code.
I was the only girl but no one minded.
Was there a cute little colourful cocktail umbrella in your sweet drink?
It’s not a proper sweet drink without a cocktail umbrella.
CyberPete will tell you.
DAMIEN: I was so petrified two friends had to carry me up the stairs and inside. my fear lasted until the first hottie hit on me - ah youth and a lock of a gag reflex.
Good times.......
Good times.
*titters at image*
And the rest, as they say, is history.
I was fifteen at the Come Out After Dark (C.O.A.D.) Disco when a delightful Marlboro Man bought me a drink, shared poppers, French kissed me on the dance floor, and took me back to his place. There we smoked dope and swam naked in his pool. He had an enormous penis, at least ten inches long but he wanted me to fuck him and be my first. I obliged. I went back to high school the next day with a grin on my face. I saw him many times after that and he taught me everything I know about seduction and sex.
ReplyDeleteMy first gay bar was in Sioux Falls, SD. The only gay bar in the state. I was scared. Shaking. But I did it. I never felt so free and accepted.
ReplyDeleteIt really wasn't all that exciting or special. But going in there was fairly scary.
ReplyDeleteThe umbrella drinks were lovely though.
ReplyDeleteLeave it to ayem8y to have the sexiest story. And to be the biggest slut at the youngest age.
ReplyDeleteThe first gay bar I went to was during the summer I visited my cousins in San Francisco. I was still in high school and it was my first time out of my small town and seeing a big city. It was an exciting summer. I got to ride an escalator and see buildings higher than 3 stories! And a mall! I had never seen a mall nor a dept store until then. That was also the first time I saw a McDonald's and a Burger King!
ReplyDeleteMy older cousin's band got a gig playing in a Country and Western bar. He got us in and I didn't realize it was a gay bar til my cousin told me and I noticed that there were same sex couples dancing--I just assumed that the women in San Francisco were taller and more muscular. I danced with a lesbian to Could I have this Dance. I think she may have mistaken me for one of her kind, as we were both sporting very stylish mullets.
Brighton - 'The Oriental'. Terrible drag act.
ReplyDeleteThe next one was better 'Strange Fruit', a very large man trussed up like a christmas turkey in plastic and fishnet, he spent a very long time complaining about his heels and the discomfort of corsets he wanted to know how we women coped with it.
I honestly can't remember my first going in, but I do remember the first one I saw
ReplyDeleteOn a school field trip to the French Quarter, the nuns hurriedly passed us past. Of course, I peeked in. Rather disappointing.
Actually, I think the same guys are still sitting on the same barstools today.
The Elephant in Bristol was my 1st gay bar - I got thrown out for being underage!
ReplyDelete(ps - Ive been to Strange Fruit in Brighton - brilliant club)
I used to work in 'the Village' - so all the bars were gay bars. I go back often.
ReplyDeleteThere was just one pub where the landlady used to say 'We haven't gone yet.'
It's has now.
AYEM8Y: I was fifteen at the Come Out After Dark (C.O.A.D.) Disco when a delightful Marlboro Man bought me a drink, shared poppers, French kissed me on the dance floor, and took me back to his place. There we smoked dope and swam naked in his pool. He had an enormous penis, at least ten inches long but he wanted me to fuck him and be my first. I obliged. I went back to high school the next day with a grin on my face. I saw him many times after that and he taught me everything I know about seduction and sex.
ReplyDeleteHe made you the truck stop trollop you are today?
MICHAEL RIVERS: My first gay bar was in Sioux Falls, SD. The only gay bar in the state. I was scared. Shaking. But I did it. I never felt so free and accepted.
*cue Miss Ross singing ‘I’m Coming Out’*
CYBERPOOF: It really wasn't all that exciting or special. But going in there was fairly scary
The umbrella drinks were lovely though.
Umbrella drinks can make your day.
TJB: Leave it to ayem8y to have the sexiest story. And to be the biggest slut at the youngest age.
He didn’t earn his Miss Pensacola crown by being a wallflower!
EROS: The first gay bar I went to was during the summer I visited my cousins in San Francisco. I was still in high school and it was my first time out of my small town and seeing a big city. It was an exciting summer. I got to ride an escalator and see buildings higher than 3 stories! And a mall! I had never seen a mall nor a dept store until then. That was also the first time I saw a McDonald's and a Burger King!
My older cousin's band got a gig playing in a Country and Western bar. He got us in and I didn't realize it was a gay bar til my cousin told me and I noticed that there were same sex couples dancing--I just assumed that the women in San Francisco were taller and more muscular. I danced with a lesbian to Could I have this Dance. I think she may have mistaken me for one of her kind, as we were both sporting very stylish mullets.
Whoa! Back this train up a moment.
Did you say you had a mullet?
LULU: Brighton - 'The Oriental'. Terrible drag act.
The next one was better 'Strange Fruit', a very large man trussed up like a christmas turkey in plastic and fishnet, he spent a very long time complaining about his heels and the discomfort of corsets he wanted to know how we women coped with it.
Now THAT’S Mistress MJ’s type of drag show!
Oh, and see Mr. Frobisher’s comment.
JASON: I honestly can't remember my first going in, but I do remember the first one I saw
On a school field trip to the French Quarter, the nuns hurriedly passed us past. Of course, I peeked in. Rather disappointing.
Actually, I think the same guys are still sitting on the same barstools today.
Seattle’s oldest gay bar (The Double Header) is like that.
It looks like an old Western saloon inside with a long antique wooden bar and old men who look like they’ve been sat there since the place opened.
The ambience is described as “Homoerotic ghost town”.
FROBI: The Elephant in Bristol was my 1st gay bar - I got thrown out for being underage!
(ps - Ive been to Strange Fruit in Brighton - brilliant club)
Look how far you’ve come…
You’re now doing the bingo in full drag and 4 inch heels!
KAZ: I used to work in 'the Village' - so all the bars were gay bars. I go back often.
There was just one pub where the landlady used to say 'We haven't gone yet.'
It's has now.
Let’s all go to Anal Street!
I am hoping that The Mistress and The Houseboys weigh in on this one as well!
ReplyDeleteXL: I am hoping that The Mistress and The Houseboys weigh in on this one as well!
ReplyDeleteMistress MJ and straight male friend wander innocently as young underage drinkers into bar in downtown Toronto.
Mistress MJ: (after one drink and a cigar) “I’m the only woman in here!”
Friend: “So you are.”
Music starts and groups of men start filling the dance floor.
Mistress MJ and friend exchange knowing glances and Mistress MJ realizes she’s not in Kansas anymore.
She never looks back.
Yay!
ReplyDeleteI could see that anal street sign from my window.
never? Weird, because I live in a Gay-Friendly town and my bro is gay.
ReplyDeleteStill.... not once.
I went to a Lesbian concert once (Lilith Fair)...unfortunately I didn't get hit on once!
ReplyDeleteMay I have an umbrella drink please?
ReplyDeleteOr two..
It's been one of those days.
KAZ: Yay!
ReplyDeleteI could see that anal street sign from my window.
I imagine it goes missing on occasion.
I know I'd to have it!
BOXER: never? Weird, because I live in a Gay-Friendly town and my bro is gay.
Still.... not once.
Ask him if he’ll take you to the Double Header.
I’m sure some of the old guys on the barstools have posed for Mistress MJ’s Filthy Friday.
RANDOM: I went to a Lesbian concert once (Lilith Fair)...unfortunately I didn't get hit on once!
Note for next time…
You’re supposed to wear Birkenstocks and a flannel shirt.
CYBERPOOF: May I have an umbrella drink please?
Or two..
It's been one of those days.
Why don’t I just affix a cocktail umbrella to a long straw and place it inside a bottle for you?
KAZ: That should read, "I know I'd like to have it!
ReplyDeleteOne hot summer night at the Cha Cha Palace in Downtown Whateverpeg circa mid 70s.
ReplyDeleteTotally "fried" on a Friday night with a crew of muscular tanned hotties from "High" school and we were mobbed from the getgo.
Free drinks, great dance music and a groovy light show...
we danced with each other all night..very european eh?
And speaking of european...I remember taking warp speed trips to the loo, (never whizzed so fast in my life) but mainly an unforgettable positive empathetic experience not to mention a tremendous boost to the ego.
An evening filled with fascinating unforgettable imagery and exhuberant determined chickenhawks trying to get us wasted..
little did they know that we had not fallen off the turnip truck from Bugtussle, and that we could hold our liquor in a manner that betrayed our youthful appearance...
watched a few fall by the wayside in their effort to persuade us to "experiment".
Good Times.
DONN: Now you have online fellas chasing you…
ReplyDeleteLike CyberPete!
My first gay bar was The Loft in Norwich. The only gay bar it must be said (except for the Castle which was full of lesbians at the time, so doesn't count). I don't really remember much of what happened, other than drinking gin and lurking in the shadows next to the dancefloor.
ReplyDeleteIVD: So your m.o. hasn’t changed over the years one bit, I see.
ReplyDeleteLurking in the shadows, ready to pounce with your sharpened talons on some unsuspecting young twink.
Your innocent question did trigger some memories I happily could live without. Where I grew up there was no gay "bar" and ordering something with an umbrella in it ... "well, Schwuchtel ..." I left this town and nothing on earth can make me return.
ReplyDeleteThings were very different than today thirty years ago in the Suebian province.
I like Pina Coladas*
ReplyDeleteAnd getting caught in the rain
* Actually, just about any drink with a little pastel paper umbrella in it. Oh, and fruit slices.
MAGO: Your innocent question did trigger some memories I happily could live without. Where I grew up there was no gay "bar" and ordering something with an umbrella in it ... "well, Schwuchtel ..." I left this town and nothing on earth can make me return.
ReplyDeleteThings were very different than today thirty years ago in the Suebian province.
Instead of memory lane, I’ll take you down mammary lane.
XL: I like Pina Coladas*
And getting caught in the rain
* Actually, just about any drink with a little pastel paper umbrella in it. Oh, and fruit slices.
As anyone who’s not into yoga and who has half a brain would!
Washington, DC, "The Lost And Found", Jan. 1977.
ReplyDeleteLike others have said, very nervous going in. Once inside it was all mirror balls, Donna Summer and fun. Everyone was very welcoming. I met people who became mentors, lovers, enemies and friends, many of whom have died, all of whom I love.
I was instantly at home. My parents had the Officers Club on Andrews AFB where they belonged. Other friends parents had country clubs where they belonged. Well now I had 'The L&F' where I belonged.
By the end of the night, after about the 4th playing of Abba's "Dancin' Queen" (it was a hit at the time) all those queens dubbed it my theme song, 'cause I was Young and Sweet, Only Seventeen.
Thanks for bringing it back.
Knuddelschwubbelduddel
ReplyDeleteRehoboth Beach, DE, Cloud Nine, for the Karaoke. Got a very nice smile from a very cute girl and a very nice martini from a very butch woman.
ReplyDeleteI think my short hair and comfortable shoes disguised my hetero ways.
The New Penny in Leeds was the first gay pub, t'was rough as sandpaper! Full of cackling old queens. I remember going to the toilet and was pursued by a drunken man who kept waggling his doo-dah at me (we ended up in a cubicle together!)
ReplyDeleteMJ said...
ReplyDeleteWhoa! Back this train up a moment.
Did you say you had a mullet?
I sure did! I got a stylish mullet after I had a mohawk and before I moved on to cornrolls.
FELIX: Washington, DC, "The Lost And Found", Jan. 1977.
ReplyDeleteLike others have said, very nervous going in. Once inside it was all mirror balls, Donna Summer and fun. Everyone was very welcoming. I met people who became mentors, lovers, enemies and friends, many of whom have died, all of whom I love.
I was instantly at home. My parents had the Officers Club on Andrews AFB where they belonged. Other friends parents had country clubs where they belonged. Well now I had 'The L&F' where I belonged.
By the end of the night, after about the 4th playing of Abba's "Dancin' Queen" (it was a hit at the time) all those queens dubbed it my theme song, 'cause I was Young and Sweet, Only Seventeen.
Thanks for bringing it back.
Oh Felix, your story gives Mistress MJ a lovely warm glow.
Or is it the Irish whiskey?
Anyway…“The Lost And Found” is a perfect name for a gay bar.
Mistress MJ has friends who tell how alone and “lost” they felt until they walked into their first gay bar.
Thanks for your story.
MAGO: Knuddelschwubbelduddel
Oooo!
PEEVISH: Rehoboth Beach, DE, Cloud Nine, for the Karaoke. Got a very nice smile from a very cute girl and a very nice martini from a very butch woman.
I think my short hair and comfortable shoes disguised my hetero ways.
Was it down the street from Felix’s “Lost and Found”?
Listen, we’ve seen your picture and any lezzer in her right mind would have the horn for you…comfy shoes or not.
MITZI: The New Penny in Leeds was the first gay pub, t'was rough as sandpaper! Full of cackling old queens. I remember going to the toilet and was pursued by a drunken man who kept waggling his doo-dah at me (we ended up in a cubicle together!)
Did you “spend a penny” at The New Penny?
I don’t suppose you had the chance what with all the doo-dah-waggling going on!
EROS: MJ said...
Whoa! Back this train up a moment.
Did you say you had a mullet?
I sure did! I got a stylish mullet after I had a mohawk and before I moved on to cornrolls.
Next you’ll be telling us you wear Crocs!
Velvet Nation in DC, circa 1996. I don't remember much other than I wore a duct tape bra, water cost $5 a bottle (which was unreasonable then) and the men in the ladies room (first time I'd seen that!) applauded me when I walked in for reasons I know not why.
ReplyDeleteAhh, were we ever really so young?
MISS PLUMCAKE: Welcome to Infomaniac!
ReplyDeleteBased on the responses here so far, it looks like DC is the number one town for coming out.
Of course we’ve seen you out and about over at Chateau Thombeau. However, we had no idea you were the Miss Plumcake of Manolo fame!
Yes, Mistress MJ is a fanolo (would that be the correct term for a fan of the Manolo blogs?)
I haven’t visited the Manolos much lately as my own Infomaniac bitches keep me hopping and leave me little time for visiting outside the doors of the Infomaniac moat.
I shall rectify the situation asap.
First time in: The Kachina, Portland Oregon. Had to use the restroom, it was all a blur. Peed so fast I took the enamel off the bowl!
ReplyDeleteFirst time partying: The Family Zoo, also Portland Oregon. Totally average working class bar full of totally average working class men quietly drinking beer. It was....disconcerting. But they served me!
Look: more accolades for fabulous YOU!
ReplyDeleteNATIONS: First time in: The Kachina, Portland Oregon. Had to use the restroom, it was all a blur. Peed so fast I took the enamel off the bowl!
ReplyDeleteFirst time partying: The Family Zoo, also Portland Oregon. Totally average working class bar full of totally average working class men quietly drinking beer. It was....disconcerting. But they served me!
Your piss is like paint thinner anyway, isn’t it?
THOMBEAU: Look: more accolades for fabulous YOU!
Mistress MJ owes it all to YOU YOU YOU!!!