Gay bars white plains new york
02-02-2009, 06:12 AM | ||
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White Plains could deffinately operate a gay bar... The Loft is mainly for a much older organization of adults and there's pleanty of young gays and lez' looking for a chill spot, me included!! The Villlage is a bit far to go to EVERY Friday night. |
02-07-2009, 02:50 PM | ||
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I perceive the NYSC in Colorless Plains has a fine number of gay members. |
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Memories of extinct NYC gay barsFor me, the old Uncle Charlies on Greenwich holds a unique place in my heart. It was the first exclude I'd ever establish foot in assist in '92 when I started grad school at NYU. I was pretty much closeted and had never even kissed a guy, but I remember the exhilirating sense of freedom and liberation (I know...MARY!) that I felt for the first moment. Addicted to that feeling, I probably went there more than I should have, but it was such an amazing experience. It's where I met the guy with whom I had my first brush , first date and first same sex encounter. It seems so long ago, but the memories are still vivid. And it was a time before big muscles and shaving every inch of the body were in vogue. Yes, I sound old. I also retain a place called Pieces that I went to a few times. Not sure that's still around. Anyone else protect to share their memories?
"Anyone else concern to share their memories?" That's what this site is for.
Pieces is still there. So is the Monster.
Is Julius still Westchester County’s Own and OnlyFour girls sat at a table under the dim glow of rainbow lights, and nearly a dozen men crowding around the far right cease of the lock. A brightly hued pride flag adorned the wall behind the men. The flowing chatter of the crowd was silenced, as their attention was captured, in an instant, as an iconic flute melody rang out throughout Ireland’s 32 bar in Yonkers, NY. “Every evening in my dreams, I see you, I feel you” The lyrics lip synced were exaggerated by “Tess Tickles” as she rowed in place with her makeshift oars and boat in the middle of the open dance floor. As she rounded the second verse of “My Heart Will Go On,” her boat gained an uninvited passenger. A middle-aged blonde woman pretended to pull the boat closer to her. Tess’ focus never wavered, as her fellow drag queen and friend, “Rhoda Rollins Stone”, tried to comically sweep the woman away with a broom, to no avail. “Once more you expose the door, and you’re here in my heart” Tess walked towards the lady and grabbed her hands, still not missing a hit. The eyes of the crowd were glued to the pair as a man shouted out, “Whoo
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