In Jersey, being out and gay could mean a beer bottle thrown at your head. I'd had Chasids throw rocks though my window in Crown Heights just for wearing Levi's. I didn't want to think about what they might throw if they knew the woman visiting me was my lover.
When Splash does close this month, I won't necessarily miss it (though I did have some remarkable times there). What I will miss is the New York City that it was a part of, a place where the fringes of our culture could come together and celebrate.
After coming back to NYC from LA, there was one gaping hole in my life: There was no one place I could go to get back in touch with my friends and my community. There was no place where I could be openly gay but not feel like I was sitting in a shed with rainbow flags over my head.