Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Memories of St. Louis (5a of 5): Night Previous.



The night before I went to St. Louis I was out at this lounge-y urban (= black and Latino) gay bar for young folks on the west side of the city.

Several (early 20s) (thick) (black) lesbians in colorful monotone t-shirts (daisy yellow, hot pink) were twerking each other and occasionally egging each other on to put a dollar in the go-go boys thongs (2 would dance on the bar, while a 3rd recovered before coming back and switching someone out), and some Latino (Mexican?) gay guys were doing bachata on the darkened mirrored dance floor dais way in the back.

The doorperson was a(n early 20s) very butch Latina in a b-ball jersey and slouchy jeans and a backwards baseball cap and a very masculine big diamond earring in one ear, and this big tooth-y mouth that takes up half their face like very skinny Puerto Rican guys have.

At 1am, a (Latina) tranny in a shimmery blue dress came out and lip-synched a couple numbers while everyone applauded.

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