It took me months to convince my girlfriend to go to a lesbian bar with me, and only five minutes to ensure she’d never go again. In her mind, there was no point because she thinks gay bars are only for hooking up and meeting people. I would always staunchly disagree. I told her, “We can be ourselves at gay bars because we’re surrounded by people like us. It’s empowering!”
She wasn’t swayed by my enthusiasm. But finally, I did manage to get her to come to my favorite New York lesbian bar—Cubbyhole—on a Tuesday night when they have $2 margarita night. But I messed it up, big time. Keep reading »
