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| - I wrote this in my blog on May 4 2007 - this is part 1, part 2 is in my review of Burn nightclub. Just to clarify, I'm not a gay hater or phobic or whatever in any way. This was written tongue-in-cheek. I've actually been to BS West quite a few times - my feelings about it are that it's kinda lame for a gay scene. I've seen better. It's a decent little bar though in its own right. Anyway - here's my blog as it appeared:
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So last weekend was apparently 'Gay Weekend' - it was purely unintentional though. Accidental gayness to be sure.
I was hanging out on Friday with my straight lesbian friend (she insists she's straight and that her girlfriend is as well - either way it gives me 'the hot,' so I don't question it) trying to show her around the cool parts of town so she doesn't decide to move pack it up and move away. She lives in the worst and most isolated ghetto in the valley. After moving here from a much cooler city and state, she's ready to get the fuck out of here after less than a year. I can't really blame her.
Anyway - we were in downtown Scottsdale walking around and we had parked in a parking garage that was next to this tucked away gay bar called BS West. I asked her if she wanted to go there since it was 'her people' and she did, so we did. The first person we saw was a crossdresser (I'll get to that in a bit), and when we walked in - she made a beeline for the bathroom. I followed and hung out near the door with my back facing the wall - trying to act casual while avoiding surprise anal rape attack.
She 'came out' and we got ourselves a drink and found a quiet observer spot outside so we could spy on the gays in their natural habitat. It was mostly dudes in this place - almost no lesbians. The guys at this place ranged from nearly middle-aged guys in hawaiian shirts, shorts and sandals to skinny young emo pretty boys.
The drinks were pretty stiff, but the atmosphere was dead, so we headed out after one drink. We accidently opened the door to a freezer or storage room instead of finding the exit... I think we were both concentrating on not getting surprise attack analy raped. The rest of the night went on without incident. At one point we were invited to this club called Burn in Phoenix by this girl who showed me where BS West was in the first place when I tagged along with her and the fags to her hag. We respectfully declined, but made a mental note of the fact that we were 'missing out' on all the hot sexy single ladies.
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With regard to the mention of that first visit to BS West - it was pretty amusing actually... this was ages ago... but the first time I had met with my friend's gay pals was this night - my first visit to BS West - and we got out of the car and started towards BS West. I thought we were headed to Loco Patron where I had previously had a horrible experience and I said "oh, fuck this - I'm not going here!" and got all viciously adamant about it.
My friend's gay friends went through a spectrum of emotion ranging from confusion, curiosity, intolerance, and disgust. They thought I didn't want to go to BS West because it was a gay bar and that I was a horrible asshole. Once near the door and inside, I realized my mistake and spent the next half hour feeling like a shit heel and saying my sorries. I don't think I ever fully recovered from that first impression, but I'm friends with one of those guys now at least.
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