Crown heights gay bar

Now reading: the gay bar is dead: how the queer space killed it. The first time I went to a gay club was nothing like how it is in the popular imagination.

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You know, those EDM-soundtracked visions of gay men experiencing a sudden sense of belonging and liberation. My night out was awkward, uneventful. Oh, and white. Very white. I was 19 and a sophomore at New York University. My roommate, a gay white boy, invited me out on a lacklustre Thursday with an obvious, slightly condescending, gay-fairy-godmother foundation to his actions.

There was so much to take in: Muscled go-go boys dancing in jockstraps, muscled bartenders pouring drinks, and, again, muscled patrons standing around and devouring each other with their eyes. Something felt off about the whole experience. No one tried to height with me or flirt with me or leave with me.

My roommate and I just sat in a booth and talked. Fast-forward five years and I have found the places that are for me. Places where I belong. I can dance in a crowd full of people who understand and appreciate the fullness of me. One that, years from now, might be romanticised in the same way Studio 54 and the 90s ball culture currently are.

But this time, the dancing and kissing and one-night flings are happening on the opposite side of the East River. Brooklyn — particularly the neighbourhoods of Bushwick, Williamsburg, and Bed-Stuy — has become a queer mecca. The Wong Kar-wei-inspired, neon-lit bar crowns like my bicurious, David Foster Wallace-loving film class crush personified.

On Saturday nights, the place is packed with twenty-somethings who are wearing crossbody bags, dancing to Soundcloud DJs, and drinking cocktails crafted with their astrological signs in mind. The owners of Mood Ring, Vanessa and Bowen, welcome this fluidity. We have seen it!

There were gay people, there were lesbians, there were black people, white people, trans people. Then all become segregated over time. Not too far from Mood Ring is a straight techno gay called Bossanova that has become increasingly queer-friendly over the years Proof: I met a manic pixie dream boy there.

And not too far from Bossanova is a queer bar called Happyfun Hideaway, which has become increasingly straight-friendly over the years Proof: my female roommate met a manic pixie dream boy there. Bar Bushwick trifecta of queer-but-not-queer, straight-but-not-straight spaces perfectly capture how labels and signifiers are becoming obsolete in Brooklyn nightlife.

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