I don’t know why people suddenly think I’m some sort of club child. I mean, I admit I’ve always been, um…gregarious, but I’m hardly a regular on the nighttime scene. Anymore.
Nevertheless, people insist on approaching me with ideas for club nights as if I’m some kind of authority on the subject. Just this week, someone came to me with the idea of doing a gay night at an Uptown bar–one that typically draws a heavy cigar-and-cognac crowd, with the occasional batch of Tulane students mixed in for good measure. The owner of the place envisions small-scale circuit-type events. I, of course, think that’s about as exciting as suet pudding.
I mean, is it just me, or is the idea of doing a “gay night” irrelevant these days? Okay, I know I’m speaking from a position of slight privilege, living in the gay ghetto, surrounded by normative, homogenizing queerness every goddamn day of my life, but still, I don’t go to parties simply because they’re being thrown by a bunch of ‘mos. There has to be a draw–performance, cheap drinks, a unique atmosphere, something to get my ass out of the house.
Luckily, the resident dj and I think alike. Only thing is, we’re having trouble thinking of acts and events beyond the first couple of parties. Maybe a good night of sleep would help…. But until that happens, perhaps you have some ideas you’d be willing to share?
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