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  1. #ParadiseLost is the most white-boy #zine I’ve ever made, but it’s just a reality of the hardcore #punk scene that most ppl involved were cis/het white guys. Still, I managed to include the perspectives and contributions of women & people of color as best I could. Queerness comes into play in terms of spaces. This zine is about reconstructing the memory of 80s & 90s Sarasota and it’s no surprise that some of the best places to hang out—the places with the best music & atmosphere—were #GayBars.

  2. How on earth do you protect a #queer space without gatekeeping identities at the door? No one wants a bouncer scanning people’s auras for "heterosexual energy." Which brings me to the elegant, historic, slightly chaotic solution.
    medium.com/prismnpen/saving-lg

    #LGBTQ #GayBars #Nighlife

  3. Jeder ist herzlich willkommen bei unserem BÄRENBADEN mit Grillen am Cranachwäldchen! 🐻🧔🏻‍♂️🏳️‍🌈🍖🥗👍🏼🌞🛟💦🏖️🥩

    #coloniabears #bearcommunity #LGBTQ #bears #gaybars #bbq #gaybbq

  4. I discovered that #queer fellas these days bear a stronger resemblance to me than to Mr. Universe. I was pleased to observe that, within the environs of at least one particular #gay watering hole, the obsession with physical perfection seems to have subsided.
    medium.com/prismnpen/when-did-

    #LGBTQ #GayBars #BodyImage

  5. It’s one of the ultimate ethical conundrums of our generation, one might say; a question worth pondering as we enter another #Pride month, a time when more spaces and events catering to the #LGBTQ community arise.
    medium.com/prismnpen/should-st

    #GayBars #GayClubs #SafeSpaces

  6. Want to give your opinions on your favorite gay bars while helping out your friendly neighborhood trans leatherman with his thesis research? Then considering signing up for an interview slot: calendly.com/ejm40/lgbtq-bar-c

    #gaybars #lgbtqresearch #gayresearch #queeringacademia

  7. Wednesday 24th May, 1989.

    ‘I’ve grown wary of men over the last few weeks since that awful evening when Stephen told me he had got back with David. I still remember that smirk on David’s face as they held hands after announcing the news. It was that kind of smirk that I wanted to wipe off his face. How I resisted not punching him that evening, I’ve no idea.

    True Stories about living as a gay man.

    My love life continues to cause me problems today when I bumped into Stephen again, and he asked, ‘Would I see him again?’ after telling me he’d made a dreadful mistake returning to David.

    To say I was somewhat taken aback is an understatement. I was gobsmacked and didn’t know what to say. Ultimately, I asked if I could have some time to think about it. He’s handsome, but the fact that he went back to his partner over me rings alarm bells.

    But worse was to come when Bob walked into Bromptons* tonight. Butterflies immediately started fluttering around my stomach.

    Bob was with the guy I’d been hearing about. I’d heard rumours weeks ago that he was seeing somebody but didn’t believe them. Now I know that all I wanted was ‘NOT’ to believe them.

    I don’t know who he is, but he looked miserable with Bob like he didn’t want any attention from him or, for that matter, anybody else in the bar.

    So, here I sit tonight writing this entry, knowing that Stephen and I both seem to be heading for unhappiness. Stephen, because I’d be a fool going back with him (wouldn’t I?), and me? Because Bob completely ignored me. It’s as if the relationship we once had never happened. I still do not know why he ended what we had.’

    *Bromptons was a gay bar in Earl’s Court, London.

    Notes from the author.

    That was the last entry in my diary from 1989. It was as if my life ended that day. But, of course, it didn’t. I simply stopped keeping a diary after that day, but I don’t know why.

    As a very close friend from the time of this final diary entry once said to me – ‘There is no such thing as an ending. It’s just the point where we leave the story.’

    After reading this entry, I’m still determining who Stephen is. I can’t remember him, but he obviously made an impression on me in the late 1980s.

    Nor can I remember who the guy was with Bob.

    However, I still remember Bob, what he looked like, how he talked, how he smiled, what he did for a living, and the address he was living at the time. I still remember what he wore the last time I saw him, what happened on our first date, and the first time our eyes met.

    People enter and leave our lives daily. Some travel with us for a long time, whereas others swiftly cross our paths, never to be seen again. Do those who stay around and engage with us and who impact our lives do so for a reason? Do they protect us, warn us, guide us? Or do they enter our lives to put a stop to something?

    Even though some people take us on journies to Hell and back when they enter our lives, those journies are probably life lessons that we should never forget. Unfortunately, we do because we end up making the same mistakes.

    Fast forward to today, reading the diary entry took me back to my days as a young gay man living and working in London. What scares me more than anything is that I referred to Stephen going back to his partner as ‘alarm bells.’ Whereas I didn’t seem to think that alarm bells accompaned me when I started dating somebody who was already attached. Now I wonder how many people who entered my life back then heard those alarm bells.

    At the time, London seemed like the safest place to live in the UK for a gay man. I felt a protective wall built around it kept us all safe. It was like a big comfort blanket. That’s why, in 1986, I chose to go and live there. But it wasn’t always safe. Nor was it always comfortable and protective.

    Next month: – Jobs. Some jobs were easy – you could be yourself. But other jobs came with a warning if you were different.

    If you enjoyed this entry, you may also enjoy reading, ‘True Stories: Gay Memories – The Day My Life Changed.’

    Please feel free to ask me any questions by leaving me a comment.

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    #1980s #Gay #GayBars #GayLife #GayMan #GayMen #LGBT #LGBTQI #London #TrueStories #TrueStory

  8. One of the people I’m interviewing for my thesis: so once you go off and get that PhD, what are you going to do with your life?
    Me: well, after going through all that, hopefully I’m going to end up researching more of this stuff
    Them: I think you’re going to end up owning a gay bar

    #BusinessAcademic #QueerAcademic #QueeringBusiness #QueeringAcademia #GayBars #QueerBars

  9. There are several problems with gay bars: one, that you have to stay up too late, and, two, that they’re designed to be exhilarating. This typically means the music is loud and your attention is directed to the glitterati: “Who’s that hunk coming in the door now?” As a patron, your attention is always wandering. And then there’s the alcohol issue. For some, that’s a third problem.
    medium.com/prismnpen/lgbtq-saf
    #LGBTQ #SafeSpaces #GayBars #CityAndCountry #Equality

  10. Not everyone is cut out for the bustling, alcohol-fueled atmosphere of a bar. For introverts, the idea of venturing into a loud, crowded space can be downright daunting. Online platforms provide a more comfortable, low-pressure alternative for making connections within the LGBTQ+ community.
    medium.com/prismnpen/why-today
    #LGBTQ #GayBars

  11. I recently went to a gay bar to meet new people. I was feeling pretty confident, rocking my favorite shirt and a fresh haircut. But as soon as I walked in, I felt the judgmental stares from every direction. It was like I had walked onto the set of “RuPaul’s Drag Race” and failed to impress the judges.
    medium.com/prismnpen/the-intim
    #LGBTQ #Gay #AsianAmerican #GayBars

  12. It feels like queer and especially trans people can’t go outside without being berated or assaulted. My partner was called a “faggot” a few blocks from our home in a progressive city in a progressive state. How 90’s of them! I didn’t even know people still used that word as a slur!
    medium.com/prismnpen/the-loss-
    #LGBTQ #Queer #SafeSpaces #GayBars

  13. An emotionally raw, but salient essay on what it means and feels like to be #queer amidst threats and violence in #gaybars.

    contexts.org/blog/another-mass