Baltimore Lesbian Nightlife: No Lipstick Here
I spent the night last night at Jay-Anne's apartment in Baltimore. She had invited me on Thursday to come up and go to this lesbian bar called Gallagher's (a.k.a. "The G Spot") and watched some indie play. I had never heard of a play in a bar before, but it sounded interesting and she's still not comfy being in the Gay scene alone so I figured what the Hell and agreed to go.
Unfortunately I encountered massive traffic on my way up and by the time Jay and I got lost in the Baltimore ghetto before finding the place, we missed the play. What we didn't miss though was the clientele and that evening's Drag King show. Neither one of us had seen a Drag King show before and were curious to see how it compared to a Drag Queen show, so we decided to stick around. Besides Jay needed to work on her lesbian social skills.
Which brings me to the actual bar itself. The place was a dirty, cramped, shit hole. Lesbians always seem to get the crappy end of the deal when it comes to facilities. Gay bars on average are much cleaner and in better locations. The lesbians that frequented the place were also VERY butch and rather on the ugly side. To offset this there were a handful of fat pretty girls and one or two skinny ones but mostly it was butch women with "man hands." Jay was very nervous and basically danced with me for a bit while hiding in the corner. I am normally cool with lesbians but there were a few in there so big and butch I was terrified. It was like looking at the escapees of a prison chain gang.
Things only got scarier once the Drag King show started. I will say upfront that I really don't like drag. I find it tedious and dull. You see one show you've seen them all. Dressing up and lipsyncing is not much of an art, and drag performers look scary be they male or female!!! The Drag Kings were a sight to behold. They all looked like men and acted ultra butch, basically the total opposite of Drag Queens. They even had painted on facial hair. Though interestingly enough they made no attempt to sound masculine, unlike Drag Queens which ham up the female vocal theatrics. I like how Jay put it, "The Drag Kings really freak me out. They look like dudes. If I wanted a a man I'd date one!" I feel the same way about Drag Queens.
After about an hour and a half of drag and cliquish butch ladies Jay and I decided to leave. The visit was not a total loss as she learned that she is just not the bar scene type. Despite my relative comfort in those settings I'm not one either. I prefer the direct, low BS of Internet personals.
After leaving Gallagher's we headed across town to the nice middle class district and spent the rest of our evening in Grand Central, which is a multilevel gay bar. It wasn't bad but there were a lot of pretty cliques about and I just didn't see anyone in there that caught my fancy. One older, shaved headed Hispanic man did pay me a lot of attention but I just wasn't into him and there was something foreboding about him and it made me uncomfortable.
After about an hour or so there we went back to jay's place and talked for a bit before crashing. We shared her queen sized bed and my sleep wear (which consisted of a pair of black beach shorts) earned me a hungry look from her and a "YUM!" She is so silly sometimes. I love her! 
The next day we had an interesting chat about our gay childhoods and then went to lunch with a friend of hers. After that I came home and got to work on some freelance work. All in all I enjoyed my visit and am looking forward to getting together with her soon for her Bday.
