Did you ever go into a gay strip club or bar by accident or on purpose?
shadowcat
Atlanta suburb
Back in the 70's I did once. The wife and I were partying with a GF of hers and things were looking ripe for a 3 some. Well we ran on out booze and I had to keep this party going. So I hit the street in search of some place to buy more. It was 1AM and just about everything was closed. Finally I found a beer bar open and as soon as I walked in I knew it was a gay place but I was on a mission.
The place was pretty crowded and the guys were dressed and acting just like you see them in the movies. There were 2 guys dancing with each other on top of a pool table. I headed straight for the bar. The bar tender took one look at me and asked "Are you sure you want to be here?". Then I told him that I just wanted 2 six packs to go. While he went off to get them, I noticed a message on the mirror behind the bar about attending a party at so and so's house . "It will be a real gay affair".
No one approached me and as soon as I paid for the beer I got the hell outta there.
The place was pretty crowded and the guys were dressed and acting just like you see them in the movies. There were 2 guys dancing with each other on top of a pool table. I headed straight for the bar. The bar tender took one look at me and asked "Are you sure you want to be here?". Then I told him that I just wanted 2 six packs to go. While he went off to get them, I noticed a message on the mirror behind the bar about attending a party at so and so's house . "It will be a real gay affair".
No one approached me and as soon as I paid for the beer I got the hell outta there.
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Myself no, but it happened to a good friend of mine. He sat and ordered a beer, then as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he knew he had made an error. He drank his beer in record time and fled! I still kid him about it after these nearly 50 years. :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dKpHtc9…
This was 20 years ago in SF. I was just walking about enjoying the sights. I was being approached by street hookers. There were more back then. A black pimp for one of the girls also approached me.
One girl approached me who may not have even been a street hooker. She was bringing home a bag of groceries. "Where are you going? Can I come?"
I looked in the door and saw lots of women, in mini-dresses and high heels with lots of makeup. I sat down and was served by one of their waitresses, mini-dress and high heels, Pilipino. She asked me, "do you know about this place?"
"I only know what I see".
They had one stripper on the stage, black, stripped down to nothing but black pumps. She looked real good to me. Of course this was an indicator that this was an underground venue. Not advertised as strip club, no way to lawfully have full nudity and alcohol.
I looked closer at some of the women customers. Something about them was not right. The hips were shaped wrong. Their makeup was covering harsh faces. They were not what they appeared to be. They were all male, including the drink servers.
So I got up to leave. A black hooker followed me out the front door. She was wearing high heels and a nice dress which came below her knees.
Often in strange situations black women are the ones you most need to talk to. She offered a date. I said that the women in that bar are actually men. She agreed. She told me to look at the Adams Apple. I know now that they can surgically shave that.
I was freaked out by the experience. I commented on the stripper, "showing her everything". We agreed that she was for real.
"I can prove to you that I'm a woman right her right now."
I thanked her but told her that that wouldn't be necessary. I liked her, but that was not what I was looking for. I was just wondering around and seeing the sights. I had a wife to get home to. So we parted company.
I believe it likely that the place I was in, Black Orchid?? , was what would later become the Pink Diamonds, San Francisco's version of a dive and FS oriented strip club, with a likely seamless connection to street hookers. But the City closed it down.
SJG
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They were both a lot of fun and the bartender was getting off work at 2:00 and they invited me to join them at their apartment. They both showered and then made love with me watching and then they both blew me. I left them around 5:00 and missed the morning sessions at the conference, but it was a wonderful trip to a gay bar.