After the murder of our queer POC folks at Orlando's Pulse, and the ongoing and relentless zealous policing of Black and Brown bodies, how do we continue to enjoy the spaces that have been our havens, our places of joy and love? As an immigrant baby dyke who had never seen a real-life lesbian, my first visit to New York’s Clit Club in the 1990s was a revelation. That experience, and weekly attendance to similar queer spaces such as dumba, Body & Soul, Starlight, among many others, altered how I saw myself fitting in the world.
The 1990s was also an era that didn’t see smartphones and apps, and so one couldn’t just order in a top/bottom/vers. If you wanted to find a lover or make a friend, you had to show up. And you had to learn about each other—you asked questions. And you listened (with house music in the background—your lips close to her ears, for a better hear).
“Consent is Sexy” is a process: What are your your stories of nightlife? How do you envision queer space as healing, and holding potential for our growth and renewal?
Together, we are throwing this party.