Let's share your crazy days of hedonism, anywhere, anytime.
1987- 90 the world, mk, nell's, downstairs @ tunnel, save robots, I'm thankful there were very few cameras.
| by Anonymous | reply 1 | August 30, 2019 12:55 PM |
Shtudio!
| by Anonymous | reply 2 | August 30, 2019 1:51 PM |
Limelight!
| by Anonymous | reply 4 | September 4, 2019 1:05 PM |
Late 70s, early 80s - while attending Kent State, I would drive to Akron on Wednesdays to the Old Plantation -- they had 50 cent well drink night - the place, which was in the middle of an industrial no man's land, would be packed with well dressed, cologne drenched, cigarette puffing homos - It was a tiny bit of gay heaven.
| by Anonymous | reply 5 | September 4, 2019 1:52 PM |
Orlando's The Club at Firestone in the mid to late 90s. The first gay place I ever walked into. I remember how nervous yet excited I was. I was dating a guy about 8 years older than me and I had just started tiptoeing out of the closet. I remember waiting in line and finally getting to the door. It flung open and I recall the bass from the music rattling my insides and taking in the kaleidoscope of lights and hot, muscled men gyrating on platforms. It was like a movie and I remember it vividly to this day. It was beautiful and cathartic.
| by Anonymous | reply 6 | September 4, 2019 2:02 PM |
Boxers n Briefs in East St. Louis anyone?
| by Anonymous | reply 7 | September 4, 2019 6:14 PM |