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| - This may be the snobbiest place I've been to the Valley, including all of Scottsdale combined. I don't exactly understand why, though, especially considering I'm a cool chick and I don't give a rat's ass what people do in their private time. I just came to dance.
It was a friend's birthday and she invited me out on a Saturday night. Fair enough. I braved the downtown construction and dark alleys to make my way to Burn. $5 cover. No problemo. I ordered a drink at the bar and found my friend, who led the introductions. Everyone seemed really cool at first.
After I finished my drink, I decided it was time to dance. The dance floor was busy, but it wasn't packed. Perfect. I let go. I made my own little space among everyone else and just started to enjoy myself. My friend and her friends left the dance floor to sit at their tables. No biggie. I felt comfortable enough to keep on dancing by myself. It wasn't my first gay club, nor was it my first time essentially going out by myself. I felt fine, even in high heels and a mini skirt. Plus, the music was good. How can ya not dance when the DJ is mixing great club beats with popular hits?
You see, I'm used to people in the gay community being very friendly towards me. I'm used to people being open-minded and supportive of anyone who wants to support any local establishment that's geared toward open-mindedness and tolerance. With that said, I felt like I was so unwelcome here. I'm used to feeling like people are happy to see me, especially at a gay bar. I mean, I'm not a lesbian, but I don't care if you are. So... imagine my surprise when I continued to get bumped into, pushed around and frowned at. Was I doing something wrong? Was I off beat? Doubtful. Was my skirt riding up? Not likely. And so what? Even if I decided to strip down to my undies, I shouldn't be judged - especially here, where I embrace people's differences. I'm not a judgemental person by any means. It really began to bother me that people were treating me like an outcast.
I think I stayed an hour, tops. I couldn't take it any more. I don't like people to bump into me as if I'm not even there. Trust me, it wasn't because somebody had drank too much or had just learned to walk the day before. I got the feeling it was because I was there - end of story. Needless to say, I will not be going back to Burn. If I want to be judged and ridiculed, I'll head to Scottsdale, thank you very much.
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