Once upon a time dance music was, like, totally gay. Gay clubs were the point of origin of modern dance music culture. When EDM came onto the scene, it was gay clubs that embraced the genre. But dance music is now the straight bro's domain, with girls and gay guys just along for the ride.
If there were gay rights trading cards, my character would have high tolerance, 9 acceptance, 10 respect and telekinesis. But in spite of all this power, the moment I stepped foot in The Abbey in West Hollywood and a man caressed the chest hair protruding from my V-neck, I flipped out.
"There was a time when clubs were so central to my life and I cherish the camaraderie that I found there, even if I always knew that it was escapist at best. Sometimes you get caught in that place, though, even if you know better: What are the options, really?"
Growing up in Ohio, I always had dreams of leaving the world that I never really truly felt that I belonged. It's hard to describe why I never really felt Ohio was where I was meant to be, but in my heart I knew that I was meant to grow somewhere else.
I find myself in the arms of a 6'2" god of a man we'll call Atlas. What would my hubby say if he knew? "You go girl!" Because my husband hates to dance, and I'm in a gay nightclub on Leather Weekend in Palm Springs, and Atlas doesn't play for my team.
If you're religious to the point you refuse evolution as a concept, this is not the play for you. But for the rest of the world, Coming is that bitch-slap that will shock you and leave its impression after you leave.