Lesbian bars may be dying, but lesbian nightlife is more alive than ever
An understanding of the leather community can help us co-exist, share spaces and celebrate all of the different ways to live queer lives.
“When I opened the bar in 1991, we had a jukebox. Yeah that’s about it. Back then folks were not so intent on being in fabulous spaces. They just wanted a safe space to congregate.”
RIP sweet girls.
Salute Your Shorts, tiny galaxies, Hillary Clinton between two ferns, bitches of rom-coms, gender bias, christ almighty our maternal mortality rate is fucking crazy, are you alone?, Jasika Nicole Perfect, The Lexington Club, and so much more!
“It sounds like the start of a fairy tale, except The Woods doesn’t lead to witches that boil children. It leads to neo-feminist witches who can read your horoscope, make kombucha and tattoo your pinkie. They’re pretty hot.”
“Yearn is honestly a little too much. Yearn is the bar equivalent of Marina’s voice on Jenny’s voicemail that one time when she’s like, “Jenny. I was just… thinking about you.”
A new podcast dives deep into New Orleans’ dyke bars of the 1970s and ’80s. Here are a few of the funny, sweet and powerful stories from Last Call.
Gay districts are safer, more open and more profitable than ever before, but for whom?
A rich LGBT watering hole history, the last lesbian bar’s betrayal, and thoughts on the current landscape of queer women’s parties and spaces — a dramatic tale of Portland, Oregon bar culture.
We’re not sure that there’s a right answer to this question, but we’ve laid out some arguments for and against and now it’s time to dig in.
“The place is so dingy, grimy, and gross that I seriously believe monsters are going to come flying out of the bathroom at any moment and swoop down on all the dudes and chop our heads off.”
Iconic lesbian bar The Lexington Club is closing. Let’s pour one out for it and examine the State of the Lesbian Bar in these sad times.
A reinvention of Guerrilla Queer Bar, Pop-Up Gay Bar aims to create new LGBT spaces, one bar and one night at a time.
It was 2008, I thought I might be gay, and I had gone to the only lesbian bar in Philadelphia in fearful hope that someone else might be able to figure things out for me. Now that bar is closing.
The Welcoming Committee is queering yet another undisclosed Boston location, and you should definitely go.
“Butches & Femmes paved the way for tons of fantastic lesbians, radical queers, revolutionary feminists, and really awful (and awesome) hairstyles that came after them.”
Whatever happened to the way we used to be, Meow Mix and Mother’s Brew, Push and Wetherbee’s?
If you’re really sick of the lesbian scene where you live, why not build a time machine and go back to when everyone hated us? Here are some excellent places to meet ladies from history.
At some point, between the night where my friend walked to her ex’s house with my keys, phone and money in her boot, the night where I sobbed to strangers about losing my credit card in the bathroom and the one where I held my friend’s hair as she vomited onto the street, I realized “Oh shit, this sucks.”