What is the sleaziest bar you've ever been? And in what city or town.

Rawhide, NOLA

The Rusty Anchor.

This subject was discussed not too long ago and I think the most comments and votes went for the Corner Pocket in New Orleans, featuring scary strippers and shit-stained bathrooms that smell like vomit (or was it vomit-stained bathrooms that smell like shit?)

New Orleans certainly has some candidates — Rawhide and The Corner Pocket were mentioned, but the Roundup (which closed recently) was like a cross between a John Waters movie and the bar scene in "Star Wars." And of course there's the infamous upstairs bar at The Phoenix.

Cuffs, Silverlake-LA

Manhole, Chicago. Scariest Leather Daddy bar I've ever seen.

Regular Gay bar in Munich, Germany. To . The back room had a full-fledged fucking and fisting party going on.

All I wanted was a beer

The Gilded Grape on 8th Avenue and of course The Mineshaft.

Bennetts, Glasgow. The toilets were like an alternate dimension where lube and shit went to die. *shudder*

"The New Jamie's" on Clark Street in Chicago

Another vote for The Mineshaft. I was young and had just moved to NYC. I found that place and was scared and thrilled at the same time. I had more than my share of fun there and I am lucky to be alive.

The Basement Bar at the Gallus restaurant on Cypress Street in Atlanta. The hustlers plied their trade on the streets, or you could pick one up in the bar. While once a sleazy neighborhood, it's now very upscale with hi-rise offices and condos.

Jewel's in New Orleans in olden times.

Cypress Street being upscale SUCKS. And I miss that basement bar so much at Gallus, just when I get old enough to rent the boys, they all disappear or go online or whatever. It was so fun (and still relatively safe, never worried about anything, not even my car).

As for my choice, I'll go for Cats, was it, in Times Square -- where I famously met Willie the Hustler who had once danced backup for Taylor Dayne in "Tell It to my Heart" video and was on his way to a fabulous career until an unfortunate gunshot wound to his knee. And no I 'm not making this up. Fun sleazy bar, fun night with Willie too (and, no, he wasn't Free Willie, either. But he was reasonable).

Mr. P's on P Street in DC.

I thought Mr. P's was a "sweater bar."

The Ring nude cruising club in Madrid, full of good looking guys the night I was there, unending hot action everywhere.

Black and Blue, Folsom, San Francisco. But I did love the trough urinals with ice.

So many to choose from, but the first few that come to mind:

Action in Budapest

The Ambush in SF

Definitely the Balcony in SF (anyone else recall LSD-fueled early-Sunday-morning orgies there)

And a more recent fave, a place in Valencia (Spain) called Nunca Digo No (anyone know if it's still there?)

Cats in midtown Manhattan. A close second would be the original Boardwalk in Miami Beach - complete and utter sleaze in a faceless strip mall next to a Eckard Drug.

The earlier incarnation of what is now Oasis Bar in Condado, San Juan, Puerto Rico. I forget what it was called then, but it was strictly alcoholic old guard and heroin/crack-junkie hustlers. Oasis is not that much better as far as the facilities, but the clientele has cleaned up its act quite a bit.

Manhole in Chicago was scary? Please,it was like the Walnut Room at Marshall Fields compared to other places Ive been.

Dixie Bell in Kansas City. Eagle in Chicago Little Jim' in Chicago Eagle NYC The Slammer in Korea-town in LA

We stopped going to bars when we were 29, as we had better thing$ to do!

The Triangle in Denver - beer busts on Sundays followed by orgies in the basement!

I lived across the alley from Lucky Horseshoe in Boystown. Most evenings featured stoned whores getting fucked by fat guys while restaurant workers dumped trash.

Memories....

>>Black and Blue, Folsom, San Francisco. But I did love the trough urinals with ice.

LOL!!!!!!!!!

A German once said to me that went on in the leather bars of Hamburg made him "ashamed to be a homosexual."

I thought: Hamburg, my town!

[quote]Manhole in Chicago was scary? Please,it was like the Walnut Room at Marshall Fields compared to other places Ive been.

Exactly my thought. You might have even gotten more dick in the Walnut Room than at the Manhole.

The hole in the wall or the yellow rose in Austin tx.

All of the ones mentioned by OP. An elderly gentleman attempted to purchase me in Skippers.

Rawhide NOLA, after the door is locked

Café Carlyle. Those sleazebags made me perform in public there every three months.

Oasis, in Condado, was the old name "Barefoot?"

Vibrations, in Condado Beach, San Juan.

Boots in Antwerp, Belgium. Had a ladder that went upstairs to a pitch dark room for hanky panky.

Hombres in the shadow of Port Authority on 41st st in NYC - the scariest bar I have ever been in….. Moustasche in Paris Snicks in Vegas

There were a few disgustingly sleazy bars in Paris in the late 90's early noughts. I am not talking about the sex clubs, either. There was this one bar in Beaubourg that was sleazy in all respects - decor, layout, clientele, revolting bareback action, location, ambiance. Everything dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty. What was its name? Anyone?

Hamburg as well, totally perverse and many of the men are tall, ugly, out of shape, guttural and horse hung.

[quote]Oasis, in Condado, was the old name "Barefoot?"

No. The Barefoot Bar, a decaying beachfront terrace bar in the heart of the Condado gay beach frequented by our ancient gay forefathers and the cheap hustlers who serviced them, was torn down and a very swanky, popular three-story restaurant named Océano has replaced it. It's owned through a partnership between one of the guys who does street festivals in New York and the most successful gay club manager in San Juan. It caters to a mixed crowd, but mostly straight.

[quote]Vibrations, in Condado Beach, San Juan.

To enter the bar, you had to go via the entrance foyer of a regular apartment building and they saw you through a one-way mirror door. After you were buzzed in, there was a bar that smelled of stale beer, a pool table room, and one of the darkest, nastiest back rooms...full of great Puerto Rican pinga. The place stayed open til it closed (always daylight by then). Good times.

I even stayed and fucked around with their hot, muscled Puerto Rican bartender/bouncer a couple of times. Good times.

Went home with him once. He was into EVERYTHING. Very good times.

The Mine Shaft, NYC, was the daddy/mother of them all. Sex everywhere you turned: in the corner, up against the wall, on the pool table, on the bar; first time I ever saw a guy getting pissed on in the bathtub. I was the I was young so I was intrigued, scared, nervous, but fascinated.

The Black & Blue was the nastiest shit hole in SF. Psychopaths, crisco and pain.

Good times.

Ships in Dallas. Lower Greenville Avenue. Now closed. Smelled like old man farts and the walls were BLACK with trapped smoke and grime.

I was young then too, R38. It used to make me laugh how seriously some of those Mine Shaft queens took themselves. I almost got thrown out once because I laughed at some male fixture leaning against a wooden rail. He actually whimpered at the doorman "He laughed at me!" and the doorman told me "laughing isn't allowed." Which, of course, made me laugh some more, which made the doorman laugh, and so on.

Eage in detroit. They had this hot bartender with a huge dick that use to sit on the bar and let dudes take turns sucking him off. Must admit i had a go of it more than once. It was so sleazy and hot at the same time.

I second Cats in midtown NYC. Also in NYC, there used to be a small bar called Toolbox on the upper east side. Very, very sleazy, especially the downstairs playrooms.

Doesn't "suck off" imply to the finish?

The Cock in NYC.

The Hole in the Wall Saloon in San Francisco in the mid-90s had a lot that qualifies it for inclusion here. Dark, sleazy decor, real rock music on the jukebox. I was there one weekday afternoon and went into the men's room to take a leak. I LOVE sleazy bathroom sex but one guy really gave me pause. He was sitting in the trough urinal (good for him not being ashamed of his desires!) and would reach over and aim the stream at himself. (I found this more challenging that I should have. I became pee shy for the first time in my life. Also I did resent that he was GOING to make everybody pee on him whether they were in the mood or not).

It got increasingly crowded until it was shoulder-to-shoulder. Eventually a guy facing the urinal-sitter dropped his pants and a guy right behind him fucked him raw. The guy came up the bottom's ass, and when he pulled out there was visible santorum on his cock. At that point, the urinal sitter grabbed the dirty cock and pulled the guy closer and shoved the cock in his mouth.

What I thought: "Oh come ON. You're just trying to get amoebas!"

What I did, zipped up and left.

[quote]Hombres in the shadow of Port Authority on 41st st in NYC - the scariest bar I have ever been in…..

Brought to you by the owner of that elegant watering hole, the Toolbox

The Carlyle. What a dump!

While all the above mentioned sleazy bars in New Orleans are still flourishing and fisting away today, none could hold a candle to Jewel's Tavern in the French Quarter back in the day. They actually had a bathtub in the bathroom where a person could stretch out in ceramic comfort while being pissed upon. Not to mention the midget hustler in leather who used to make his way under the bar and give blowjobs to customers sitting on their bar stools with their legs conveniently spread during their infamous Sunday beer busts. But the sleazy traditions still continue unabated in NOLA bars today if ya kneaux where to geaux.

Toolbox was a lot of fun. Far Upper East Side with plenty of East Harlem spillover, and a great booth room downstairs, for those who liked their beer and pot/coke. If you stayed upstairs, you were most likely a Cosmopolitan Cocktail Queen. Is it no longer open?

Well, R22, I was 13. I think any bar would have been scary, even Berlin. I didn't get cruised art the Walnut room, I was with my grandmother. Maybe it would have seemed less sleazy if I had been the 34 yo guys trying to pick up a child.

Gentlemen, the correct answer is The Anvil in NYC where the dancers got sucked, fucked and fisted....on the bar and the stage. Audience participation was encouraged. Sometimes you had to wait for a drink because the bartender was getting blown right in front of you.

Two more votes for The Corner Pocket and Le Round Up. The CP is said to have inspired The Fudge Palace in [italic]Pecker.[/italic] Le Round Up was home to some of the French Quarter's scariest trannies.

[quote]Psychopaths, crisco and pain.

I'm stealing that as the title for my new one-man show!

Mary's - Houston

Jacques - Boston

Cock - NYC

Black & Blue - SF

Lure - NYC

The Lure was a poseur faux-Leather (pleather maybe?) bar, which took off after bored yuppies/preppies who were entering their thirties/forties decided to slum it out and try S&M (stand and model). Hardly a sleazy dive with fancy decor and top-shelf drinks.

I remember seeing at the Lure - guys sitting on high thrones ready for a boot licking, another guy completely wrapped in rubber ready for whatever, and a number of people with lashes and chains --- all standing under perfectly focused track lighting and never moving elsewhere. It was almost as if they had been hired models paid to pose as grungy (it was the 90's after all) daddys and slaves. But I'm sure that wasn't the case, was it? Hmmm.

Shortly thereafter, Samantha and Sex And The City made the area popular, even with one episode filmed at the bar. Still think it wasn't an investment set-up?

The fucking Clit Club for ladies was sleazier than The Lure

FYI, the old Mineshaft building is now home to a pretentious and overpriced restaurant called the Sugar Factory, which to the entitled pieces of shit and their spoiled rotten children who now inhabit the Meat Packing District. Whenever I walk by there, I think "if those entitled POS only knew that guys used to piss on each other right where they're eating" and snicker.

My, how NY has changed!

[quote]Le Round Up was home to some of the French Quarter's scariest trannies.

The first time I went to New Orleans I stopped in a Le Round Up for a drink, probably late afternoon. It was definitely a Star Wars bar scene, but my favorite moment was when the bleached blond 70 something female bartender starting screaming at a guy sitting a few stools over from me...

"Jimmy? Are you bleeding? Goddamnit, you are bleeding all over my goddamn bar!"

Not sure what happened, but the guys hand was mangled and bleeding, but he just waned to finish his drink.

Snicks in Vegas was notorious because you were fully exposed on the street before they buzzed you in and all the bullet holes around the door were never filled in, only painted over. Sleazy meets scary and the sanitation of the bathroom on world class par with the shit, urine and lubed holes above. Ahhh, such nostalgia...

Now the Eagle in Chicago, the down stairs in particular, was a twilight zone of adventure.

R50, the Toolbox closed a while ago. The last time I went was in the late 90s. My favorite memory there happened on a slow weeknight. There was just a handful of us at the bar with a hot gogo dancer. The bartender put out the "Closed" sign in the window, closed the curtains, and locked the front door. The dancer then got completely naked and we all played with him. Do things like that happen anymore in NYC? Or anywhere else?

When was the golden age of sleazy clubs? The 70's? The 80's?

Back in the early 2000s I lived (literally) around the corner from the Toobox. It was on 90th and 2nd. A friend and I would go in there once in a while and it was sleazy fun. One of the last good old-fashioned NY gay dive bars. I haven't been back to that neighborhood in several years, but I'm not surprised at all to hear that the Toolbox is closed now. In fact, I hear that most of the laid-back neighborhood bars on 2nd and 1st have closed and are now home to overpriced boutiques and restaurants. I miss inexpensive places to just hang out in and be yourself, but that's not what NYC is about anymore, unfortunately. Anyway, that's a topic for another thread.

That's a great question, R62. I think the golden age was the 70s, before the AIDS epidemic hit, but then I think there was a resurgence in the 90s. But that's just my perception, which is very colored by my own experiences.

R63, did you ever venture downstairs? I had some crazy hot fun there.

Are you talking about Keller in Paris R34?

r61 My friend and I ventured downstairs a few times. No anal, but other things. We were both in our 20s at the time, and whenever we were there it was other guys who were 20s/30s so yeah it was pretty hot. I'm glad I got to experience some sleazy fun before NYC became an upscale shopping mall!

Slightly OT, but the "frat" bars that were on 1st and 2nd at the time were great places to hang out too. I picked up a few curious "straight" boys during my days living in that neighborhood. Good times!

The Baton

[quote]Gentlemen, the correct answer is The Anvil in NYC where the dancers got sucked, fucked and fisted....on the bar and the stage.

None of this would have been out of the norm at Cats either (except the fisting). I had fingers and my tongue up dancers asses more than once in the wee hours. And once the doors locked at 4 AM it was a free for all - I once fucked an adorable little twink named Tony for $20 in the back room. The difference between Cats and the Anvil is that the dancers at cats were cute little Puerto Rican and Italian twinks from Jersey rather than the porn ready muscle bears at the Anvil.

Another vote for CATS in midtown. Yum!

Candle on the Upper West Side. They once made my drink a tad strong. What a night. Pity the place closed.

R66 Le Keller is pretty subdued. This was some bar not far from Le Dépot but I mean like 15 years ago now. Maybe it was L'Impact I can't remember. The decorwas so ugly and all the men were horny pigs.

Isn't Jacques in Boston a drag club? Is it for tranny chasers?

I was one or two lethal G&Ts over my limit the last time I visited the backroom (the piano bar) at The Townhouse in NYC.

I lost my ascot in the midst of a raucous Jerry Herman medley.

I mean, it was just ghastly!

The Hole in the Wall Saloon in San Francisco: Yes, nasty beyond belief. Followed closely by a fisting club: The Slot Hotel in SF. Truly Unspeakable. So nasty, I could only go there 4 or 5 dozen times......

R57, wasn't the Lure a '70s bar?

[quote]Candle on the Upper West Side.

I met the sweetest man downstairs at the Candle one night. I wish I'd said yes to him. David.

Is this why they hate us or why they envy us?

Both and fuck 'em anyway.

(P.S. The chicks may hate us for this, actually, but the hetero men are doing much of the same, certainly at the strip clubs in Atlanta. Packed and more hands on than ever before. That ain't gays filling that parking lot. Men are men and I for one am glad. :) A little debauchery rules.

No, The Lure was not part of that whole slew of raunchy bars that ruled the Meatpacking District (and some of Chelsea and The Village) in the seventies

Alex in Wonderland, Anvil, Asstrick, Badlands, Boots and Saddle, Eagle, J's, Julius, Locker Room, Mineshaft, Ninth Circle, Ramrod, Rawhide, Spike, and too many others to count that would open and close on Christopher Street on a monthly basis.

The Lure was part of the nineties revival of freedom following the continuous popularity of The Eagle in its new, expanded location. It was slicker than it was raunchy...so was the "New" Eagle.

Tom's Bar in Berlin the dark room downstairs was utter depravity. Little Jim's in Chicago, where men on their deathbed went for one last hookup LA Connection in Chicago, hustler bar

[quote] I met the sweetest man downstairs at the Candle one night. I wish I'd said yes to him.

Why didn't you, R77?

It was a Chandler Bing moment, R83. He lived on West End Avenue, but in the 80s. I lived in the 60s near Columbus. And he had painted his LR lavender. It was a time when I could barely turn around without putting my dick in someone's mouth. I guess I really didn't want to be tied down. Even to this amazing, handsome, hung Jewish guy (totally my type). It was really something, living on the UWS, working on Madison, walking up and down CPW or through the park twice a day going to or from work. I would have wanted to throw my hat up in the air at least once a day, had I worn a hat. I hardly ever went to the Ramble, and I was getting more sex than I knew what to do with.

And then a friend and I started going downtown, where I fell in love with a gay guy for the first time (I'd fallen in love with one straight guy and one bi guy in college just prior to living in NY). And my life turned to shit.

Also, R83, David threw me the most wonderful revenge fuck a couple of years later that I have ever had.

There was a frightening bar - two steps down from street level. Between 8th and Bwy in the 1980s. And one across the side from The Gershwyn Theatre. Trixie's? Anyone know the names?

NYC eagle

Nashville's downtown once proudly hosted a pair of connected bars, Juanita's and The Jungle. I was taken there c. 1978 by a former junkie acquaintance and it was a scene worthy of William Burroughs. What I recall about our brief visit was the presence of several shirtless hustlers with cowboy hats and missing teeth. Then a drag queen took to the piano and cockroaches ran out! I wish my late teenage self had been resilient enough to stay longer, but there was too much menace and too much of a crowd to stay longer.

[quote] And he had painted his LR lavender.

What's "LR", precious? What's "LR"?

Twist in South Beach, the Heretic in Atlanta. nothing I saw at either bar compares to the stories recounted above, but everything is relative.

[quote] It was a Chandler Bing moment

Is that Rudolf's son?

R89 has never read a real estate ad. If he had, he'd know "LR" means "living room."

Yes, R91. That's exactly who I meant.

I ca be pretty dense but even I could tell from the context he's talking about the guy's living room being painted lavender.

I took it for Land Rover. Made no difference to the story.

I hope, since he was a top, he's still alive. Of course, I was a bottom, and I never got AIDS. Walking miracle.

Another vote for the Mineshaft. I was probably 16 1/2 when I first went there in 1978. I had a fake ID, but don't remember if I ever got carded. I was also able to get into Studio 54 in Levi's, a wife beater and biker jacket. There were advantages to being a short, blond twink. I had a head nodding relationship with Mapplethorpe from seeing him at around Patti and the band. Yeah I had a crush on Ivan and followed the band to places like Max' Kansas City and the Mudd Club when I was 15 or so.

I'm lucky I'm not dead. I survived the 80s without becoming positive. The Mineshaft just fed into my sex addiction. I bottomed until my ass hurt. Then I'd find a few guys to fuck. I'd jump in the tub to get pissed on and drink and piss on whoever was in the tub. If I got the clap, I'd steal penicillin from my grandmother's barn. I spent too many Friday nights there. It shut down in 1985 or so when I was in grad school at NYU. The last time I was there was the fall of 1980.

Another walking miracle, R96. I condole you for all you must miss.

I've been to the Hole in the Wall in San Francisco; however, that was nothing compared to the sleaziest bar I ever visited. I mentioned this bar on DL many years ago. It was in Mexico City in an apocalyptic part of the city with ruined concrete buildings and some shanties. It was remote, far away from the tourist areas of the city. Any tourists that did manage to go there were either lost, kidnapped or simply went there to gawk at the ruins (as one may do in Detroit). A city native friend of mine took me there precisely because he knew places like that (both apocalyptic parts of cities and scuzzy gay bars) make me uncomfortable. That a gay bar existed there at all was incongruous. It was dark with very worn (and stained) red velvet furniture and, when one could make out faces in the dark, full of leering older men and their younger victims. Some men were dressed in dark, worn suits, aged mockeries of the Latin lover stereotype. Others were fat and in t-shirts and/or open shirts and jeans. A dark hallway led to the toilets, which were barely lit cubicles. The dark hallway itself was where the sexual activity itself took place. The hallway was dark save small ultraviolet lights. What was disconcerting was that employees of the bar used to open a door at the end of the hall which led to the storage rooms. Whenever they did that, the light from the storage room would briefly illuminate the hallway and one would get a full view of the various acts and contorted positions of the people on the floor and walls of the hall. It was like something by Hieronymus Bosch. I was exposed to those scenes of animal pawing, sucking, and release because I had to use the hellish toilet and wait in line in that hallway. And I don't remember the name of the establishment or if it even had one, but I do seem to remember something like Universo but that may have been another bar. I wish I could forget what I saw.

[quote] Psychopaths, crisco and pain.

[quote] I'm stealing that as the title for my new one-man show!

Sounds like a winner, Mr. Renner.

R86 - that was probably Cats It was on W 48th St between Broadway and 8th. Stellas, which was sleazy, but not in the same league as Cats was almost exactly 1 block south.

Anyone heard of Siberia, in NYC? I'm pretty sure that was the name. Friends took me on a sleazy bar crawl, starting at the Eagle and devolving quickly at each successive venue. Siberia had clothes check in the basement and scary "back-room," meaning just a curtain to step behind and/or watch a bit from the side [which is what I did, honestly]...

"full of leering older men and their younger victims..."

"I was exposed to those scenes of animal pawing, sucking, and release because I had to use the hellish toilet..."

R98 is going The Full Mary: Code Liz Taylor/Suddenly Last Summer

Stella's! And I love the idea of someone mistaking it as Trixie's too.

I did a film and had to do endless post in NYC at Duart -- so upon finishing, as a reward to myself, I went to Stella's and rented a cute hustler kid/former porn star and took him back to a nice room at the Days Inn with picture window view and had a blast. And I looooved his former porn name which I have used in many projects as a character name ever since -- Tom Pitt. Anyone else meet up with/hook up with him by some chance?

The next day I went to an adult video store and, no problem at all, found his movie and bought it on VHS (near the end of that era), like a little souvenir of the night before. Only in NYC! Or, rather, only in NYC Then! ('99 or so).

R97 - I don't miss that at all. I actually regret my teen years were spent like that. Raped at 14, gay, low self esteem, alcoholic parents, etc. I was looking for someone to love me, and that was the wrong place to look. My brothers helped me more than I can ever thank them. My first real bf who I met my senior year of high school pulled me back into the real world. In the past 35 years, I can count the number of guys I slept with on one hand.

I mostly was thinking of your dead people, R104.

Cool story, R88. I never went to Juanita's, though I'd heard of it as a youngster in Birmingham. What I didn't know was that there was a real Juanita. What a character!

[quote]While all the above mentioned sleazy bars in New Orleans are still flourishing and fisting away today, none could hold a candle to Jewel's Tavern in the French Quarter back in the day. They actually had a bathtub in the bathroom where a person could stretch out in ceramic comfort while being pissed upon. Not to mention the midget hustler in leather who used to make his way under the bar and give blowjobs to customers sitting on their bar stools with their legs conveniently spread during their infamous Sunday beer busts.

The midget was Wally Sherwood, who wore leather 24/7. Later in life he partnered with a handsome black guy of normal height who was a sub, and Wally often could be seen walking the streets of the French Quarter or Marigny, a leather midget leading a nearly-nude muscled black man on a leash. It was quite the showstopper.

Another character was "Arthur," a fireplug of an old queen who wore a Bell Telephone hard hat at all times and was 86-ed from nearly every bar in town for purposely pissing himself and then demanding a cab ride home. No cabbie would pick him up. Arthur also used to put ice FROM THE URINALS in his drinks.

Trixies... Trixies! I remember the name and going there. But I remember nothing specific.

I would occasionally do a slumming tour of Midtown and Port Authority bars.

I didn't find Sally's or Escuelita at all sleazy.

It was the hustler and stripper bars over there that oozed sleaze.

Its more than just the sex action. We should discuss what makes a bar sleazy. Decor, location, ambiance, clientele, vibe. Can be the vibe alone. I find the lux disco Jimmy'z in Monte Carlo extremely sleazy.

Wally had a cameo in Varla Jean Merman's "Dark Lady" video.

Guarantee to find sleazy ambiance:

New Orleans, Las Vegas

Paris, Lyon, Nice, St. Tropez

Hamburg, Berlin

Barcelona, Marbella, Malaga, Ibiza, Magaluf, Benidorm, Sitges, Gran Canaria (Spain, filled with the sleaziest tourists from around the world.)

R77, I didn't know that Candles had a downstairs! I went there a few times and never noticed.

Maybe they closed it post-AIDS, r111. This was in the 70s

Thanks, R112. I went there in the late 90s so I guess I missed out.

So many great memories of The Roundup ... the decrepit bathrooms had ancient signs marked MEN and OTHERS and didn't have locks on the doors, in order to keep people from shooting up or fucking on the toilets.

The crowd was male hustlers (authentic "trade" long after that had lost currency in the rest of the world), trannies, drag queens, hookers, pimps, drug dealers, homeless people with dogs — just flotsam. Fights were a nightly occurrence, and one night a furious drag queen prostitute set another girl's cheap Dynel wig on fire with her cigarette lighter. AND it was all less than a block off the touristy part of Bourbon Street! Confused fratboys or Midwestern couples would push open the saloon doors, freeze and then flee in horror while the whole bar laughed at them.

One of the sleaziest things I ever saw in any bar was when an obnoxious tourist demanded Bud Light "in a BOTTLE" from the cranky bartender. As soon as the tourist wasn't looking, the bartender stuck the neck of the bottle into the crack of his jeans and popped off the cap with his ass, setting it down on the bar with a flourish.

What is the point of ice in urinals? I saw it once in a regular restaurant men's room, and again at some fast food place.

Club Z in Seattle is disgusting and depraved.

What was that bar on Santa Monica with a trough for pissing -- and a long horizontal mirror there for all to compare Johnsons while urinating. No way in hell I could pee there! Hell for shy bladders. I'd go outside and piss in the street. (Plus, no offense, but that's not exactly the activity I want to watch dicks performing, certainly not in unison).

By the 90's, the downstairs at Candle was just the bathrooms, but you could tell it had seen glory days.

It was a female strip club in Fort Wayne Indiana, and I am a gay male. Don't remember the name, don't care to, strippers were nasty, thankfully didn't get too close to any of them.

Yes, r116, but Club Z remains the only bathhouse immortalized in fine art!

[quote]When I made [The Tomb of Club Z, (2006)], it completely came to me as a vision - there was no real story to it, other than I thought [Club Zodiac] was closing when I made this piece, which turned out not to be the case. It was commissioned by some prominent collectors in town and, because it was a commissioned work, I had a budget to fabricate elements.

[quote]To create the screen, I hired my friend Leo Burke who helped me use his tablet to create a digital drawing. What's interesting is that through the process of digitization - translating the drawing into a vector file - the line becomes generalized. The program rounds them out in a certain, almost cartoony way, and my work is cartoony anyway, so the process exaggerates that. So then we got this plastic plywood, which is a marine building material, and used a CNC router to cut out my drawing. My friend Larry Sommers, who has since passed away, was a printmaker and papermaker, helped me bludgeon out the paper pulp and press it into the molds.

[quote]The paper on the backside is again a digital drawing based on a William Morris wallpaper pattern; the one that was on the cover of the Bee Gees album. Making this piece, the digitization produced the lines in multiple. The effect is sort of hippy-Victoriana-gay-disco - the lines were meant to look like lines of coke - screen-printed in white on a silver mirror-like ground. The production of the whole screen was so elaborate, I could never have done it if friends of mine hadn't helped.

[quote]The crummy part of the installation is what I made: the ceramic model of the bathhouse. It's three floors with a staircase going up the center, which was done from memory - I don't know if you've ever been in a bathhouse before, but it has very mixed feelings for me. One of those feeling is shame of course, and the secretive nature of going to a bathhouse to have anonymous sex. That's why the model is behind the decorative screen.

[quote]There's a whole reoccurring thing in my work involving the idea of a proscenium. This piece in particular is all about theater - facing the audience - so you have what's in front and what's behind it both literally and figuratively. This is a very literal sort of construction of the face, and then what's behind it.

I went to this sleazy, sleazy bar in San Juan, PR, called Vibrations in the late 80s.

307 in Phoenix.

Some rancid decrepit pit in North Hollywood which has probably already been mentioned.

It was like being on Skid Row

It's hard to believe Chicago's Second Story Bar is still around.

Second-worst was a local pub in Glasgow. I was glad to get out of there without being stabbed.

I've been to a lot of these but the Mineshaft was unusual in that you never saw a night where nobody vomited in front of you.

I saw some kind of midget tranny wedding at the Artful Dodger in Chicago where switchblades were pulled and threats made, but the scariest places were the ones where you felt like you couldn't get out if there was a fire, which was practically every bar in Boston.

R121, see r32 and r37

So what sleezy bars are still open these days in NYC? Going there soon.

The cock in NYC is still sleazy.

The three ponies (op drie paardjes steel) in Amsterdam was scary and dangerous. Eastern euro hookers plying trade and trying to pick pockets.

[quote]So what sleezy bars are still open these days in NYC? Going there soon.

Yep the Cock is your best bet I think. The Eagle is probably the next best. The heydey of sleaze is over but those bars still retain some action.

This past Sunday at the eagle during beer bust after they opened the second floor at 9 o'clock there was a fuck fest in the corner that was unbelievable. two guys are getting fucked, one Guy was getting fisted. I never thought I'd see that at beer bust! I know because I was right behind all of them making out with a hot guy

Wow, R132, is that the typical scene for the Eagle?

Not during beer bust, it isn't. Most the time it's just big bears getting drunk on cheap beer. This was exceptional. And the security came in and cleaned it all out after about 30 minutes.

[quote]Not during beer bust, it isn't.

The NYC Eagle second floor on a Sunday night?

Oh, honey.

Another vote for the Corner Pocket in New Orleans. A filthy, disgusting pit.

The Yumbo Center is a mall in Playa del Ingles, Spain with dozens of sleazy bars and clubs. Some of them all naked.

[quote]The NYC Eagle second floor on a Sunday night?

Honey, I've seen cock sucking in the corner or the toilet, but not out in the open fisting!!

Some gay bar in Thailand

Interesting that no one has mentioned Powerhouse in SF.

Sounds like the perfect breeding grounds for some kind of super STD.

It's true that the Cock is still the sleaziest in NYC. Was there a a few months ago and not much has changed from when i was there last 15 years ago. Didn't partake in anything but i appreciated it's still an option should the mood strike

Now this here is what I call a festive thread.

I frequented a sleazy pit in the Earl's Court region of London when I lived there. It was dark, dingy and full of trash. I wish I could recall the name. It was down the road from Piggies, the famous chubby chaser joint.

R140 I thought that was a sex club, not a bar.

The Mineshaft was definitely the sleaziest bar I've been to. And probably one of the sleaziest to ever exist.

One night there was a guy in the bathtubs downstairs clothed but covered in piss and holding a pair of piss-drenched underwear in his mouth. When he shook his head like a dog with the underwear in his teeth, the piss went flying around and the guys pissing on him had to jump back to avoid getting splattered.

When I got home I left my boots out on the landing as I didn't want to bring them in the house. Now, that's when you know you've been somewhere sleazy.

The Toolbox in Toronto....not so much sleazy in terms of the physical bar itself (the place was nice) but it was the most openly sexual bar in North America that I'd ever experienced, before or since. I blew several men there and attended a water sports party where guys in bathtubs were getting pissed on.

The Lucky Horseshoe in Chicago was the kind of place that always had heroin strippers and dirty glasses.

The Tilden and Brewers Hotel in Pittsburgh.

The Silver Slipper in Erie, truly a dive bar for the ages.

They need to get a Guy Fieri type to do a travel show visiting all of these places before they disappear. On HBO or Logo.

[quote]Piggies, the famous chubby chaser joint

What a fun detail!

Dawn Pigport! I got something for your face, mother fucker!

I forget, did the Mineshaft have hoses or showers, or did men have to walk/cab home drenched in whatever?

There was a sex club on Houston and Ave C in NYC decades after (one of those in which you had to do a Miss America twirl in your underwear at the membership office before being granted one, and where the bouncer asked you to get naked and you had to touch his dick or have him touch yours to prove you weren't a cop or city inspector) where anything safe went (including pissing, spitting and shitting). They had hoses and drains in the basement. Manscape, Manzone, Mensroom something like that? They had dentist chairs, cages, shoe shine booths, etc.

I remember that place, R150, but don't recall the name right now. I remember going behind the curtain in the lobby so the bouncer could check to see if I was undercover. I dropped my pants to my ankles and told him this was one of my favorite parts of the night. He laughed and played along, lifting my balls up for inspection, etc. Fun times.

'hey had dentist chairs, cages, shoe shine booths, etc.'

Something for everyone!

I believe that place was called "El Mirage", R150. If we're thinking of the same place.

And, R152, they had a once-a-month "rimming" night. So something for everyone.

'it was a scene worthy of William Burroughs. What I recall about our brief visit was the presence of several shirtless hustlers with cowboy hats and missing teeth. Then a drag queen took to the piano and cockroaches ran out!'

Lol. Great stories.

How sleazy is the jackhammer in Chicago?

'hey had dentist chairs, cages, shoe shine booths, etc.'

This Club Has EVERYTHING

Anything like this in Philly? Everything in this city is so vanilla.

Chesapeake House in Washington DC was known for its skinny, barely-legal dancers. I remember going to use the restroom and one guy pulled a switchblade on another in the entrance. I said to my friend, "Let's get out of here real fast." This was also the place that ended the career of Congressman Robert Bauman. He was arrested for picking up an underage hustler out front. (Of course, in his defense, the hustler was over 6 ft tall and didn't look under age.)

r147, they could call it: Piggies, Shit Holes and Cum Dumps.

I picture Fieri in a sling cooing,"now THAT'S great fist!"

That's it! Mirage!

Thanks, r151.

" the piss went flying around and the guys pissing on him had to jump back to avoid getting splattered..."

Because when you come home from The Mineshaft, one doesn't want any droplets on one's designer jeans.

know a guy from Facebook that is always bragging about barebacking guys at this bar called Wolf in Wilton Manors Florida. What's gross is apparently the bartender there is a poz cum dump who fucks the customers there to.

Pics, please

R162 I am shocked, SHOCKED I tell you!

A bartender, fucking everyone in sight?

*gasps*

*clutches pearls*

[quote]know a guy from Facebook

Well, you really have all the dirt on that place, don't you?

The old Candle bar on the UWS was pretty raunchy. Lots of fun, too. That was probably the #1 place to score coke on the UWS.

Schrafft's! Where your nephew spoke [italic]French[/italic] to a counterman!... Imagine speaking French to the counterman at [italic]Schrafft's?![/italic] SILLY!

I was fucked in the ramrod

[quote] I was fucked in the ramrod

No. The ramrod fucked you.

The FB guy also bragged about fucking an escort bareback that he knew was poz...bright guy.lol

J'adore you, R167.

Isn't there even one sleazy bar in the Boston area?

nope, not one, and the bars that exist are dull as dishwater

The Yelp reviews of The Corner Pocket are filled with lots of fabulous detail...

[quote]This is billed as a "go-go" type bar, with guys that appear to have just been picked up on the street and brought inside to dance (in fancy briefs and sneakers, which kind of cracks me up.)

[quote]I was absolutely disgusted by the place. It was nothing like I had imagined. Friends told me there were hot dancers there but it was actually too light up in the place because you could see meth sores over all the dancers bare butts.

[quote]Seriously, you let a gogo perform with a black eye, I mean... Really? You don't think that maybe detracts from the vibe of sexiness of the place? Just... wow. This would never happen in LA or SF.

[quote]Dancers appear to be 'cracked out'. No joke, one had a black eye! (And if you read a review or two further, you'll see that this isn't the first time!). One dancer was in the corner crying. So there's quite a lot going on at this place. Be prepared for a wild time.

[quote]Straight out of a John Waters movie. These guys are truly gay for pay or straight out of the bayou with bad tattoos, viagra dick and methyl twitchiness!

^ That is some ugly trade right there.

r174, this reminds me of the straight titty bar we have in Las Vegas called Larry's Villa. It's where meth whores and toothless pregnant dancers go for the pole-of-last-resort.

Beer's cheap by the pitcher.

R172 - if there are sleezy bars in Boston they were hiding from me. I was there for 7 days in May for a conference. I was staying at Copley Place in the conference hotel. I ended up going to the bar at Uno on Boyleston to pick up gay guys into sports. One guy was an attendee at the conference, and the other guy was a local. Wish I met the local guy earlier. Went to a Red Socks game with him and hiked the Freedom Trail. Also ate lots of lobster at Summer Shack.

Since that trip I've hung in sports bars to pick up the gay/bi guys who can't be found in traditional gay bars. Well worth it in my opinion. The guys are just nicer and much lower maintenance.

R8/11, The Mineshaft has become an upscale restaurant with floor-to-ceiling windows on the street. When I walk by always look at where the tubs, minus any plumbing, provided years of liquid pleasure. Ah, if the walls could only talk.

The nondescriptly named Las Vegas Lounge seems to be the Sin City version of Le Roundup.

[quote]I read on Google reviews that I would get HIV. I did not get HIV, only lots of free booze. Slight disappointment

[quote]This place is a wretched hive of scum and villainy. Don't ever go here.

[quote]I love this place. It's funky and sleazy and dive-y, and (often) full of hot transexuals, most of them pros. I would never come to Vegas without visiting the Lounge. If you like TS girls, don't miss it. If you can't get laid here... well, you must not have brought enough money.

[quote]This place is a wretched hive of scum and villainy. Don't ever go here.

Yes, really.

[quote] One dancer was in the corner crying.

I love that image. And why are meth sores on the ass?

R177, Pizzeria Uno?

[quote]One dancer was in the corner crying.

The only thing missing is a crabby, old lady manager with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth barking at the dancer to get back to work.

[quote]The only thing missing is a crabby, old lady manager with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth barking at the dancer to get back to work.

The former owner, a drag queen, got taken to the swamp and offed by one of the bar's redneck hustler tradies.

[quote]Fetherston was a co-owner of two French Quarter bars, the Corner Pocket and the Double Play, authorities said. He lived in an apartment above the Corner Pocket, 940 St. Louis St., where Schaefer, who is from St. Bernard Parish, was a frequent guest, authorities said.

R182 - yup. Pizzeria Uno. Surprised me too.

"If I got the clap, I'd steal penicillin from my grandmother's barn"

Hang on, R96, back up.

Old gays were gross

I still think the one with the barebacking poz bartender tops the list for sleaziest bar.

Candle Bar was the first gay bar I ever went into--soon after I came out about 15 years ago. It seemed so quaint and full of old men. I can't imagine it had a history of hedonism.

Sleazy gay bars are for aging stereotypes that can't let go of the past.

Yet they are all going strong, filled with you kids.

I've never been in a gay bar, there aren't any around here.

Fubar in WeHo. Thursday nights are notoriously pervy. Sex in the back of the bar where it's dark, etc. It's crazy.

I really hope they don't serve food in any of these places.

Went to the full fetish party at fire in London last weekend. One room with 10 or so slings (where I fisted a cute Aussie twink), one regular dark room, one with tubs similar to the mineshaft (no idea how those guys showered/got home), a puppy play area, a dance floor (where i somehow got fingered on-stage) and a VIP area with food I can't believe was there.

Good times!

That sounds clubby, stagy, and yeah dirty hot. But we are talking about sleazy bars. Pic at R174 is terrific.

Sleazy bump

The Cock in NY. I've done things there I am not proud of.

OMG Larry's Villa in Vegas is classic!

some dump on "drie paardjes steeg" in amsterdam. a friend who was REALLY into jailbate wanted to go, I humored him. rotting flowers and scary abused looking young hustlers everywhere.

[quote]Psychopaths, crisco and pain.

As I dimly recall, the working title for "Company".

The cellar of Tom's Bar in Berlin.

Grimy-ass sex club in Paris whose name I'm blanking on. Smelled like it hadn't been properly mopped in 40 years.

Still Open: The Basement of The Cock in NYC, weird mix of fat white daddies, Latinos, Blacks, young hipsters, frat boys, ascot wearing gays and creepy Trolls.

I've never even been in a gay bar, I live in Kentucky and there aren't any to go to.

R204 Well Jimmeny Crickets, Leroy! If there ain't none to goes to...you better hop the first Greyhound out of Pikeville and make your way up to the big city of New York and get your freaky side out!

Back in the mid-80's, the bar in the Holland Hotel on West 42nd Street. It was rough.

I never had the nerve for the Terminal Bar on 8th Ave. My death wish was only of moderate size.

I thought Rounds in NY was sleazy when I went with a friend who was tricking in 89'. There were underage looking teenage boys be ogled by affluent 70ish looking white men. It felt very predatory and creepy.

The Cock has moved, yet again. Does the new place have a basement, 203?

Sorry R205, I've always been a nice boy so I don't do sleazy or freaky.

The photos on the Corner Pocket website are priceless.

Hillbilly with missing teeth at the Corner Pocket. But he has CONFIDENCE!

More good times at the Corner Pocket.

I think we should have a DL meetup there.

"You kin touch mah pecker for a dollah."

R213 hahahahahaha that's every guy I went to high school with after we cracked a 30 Stone...that's a huge 30 pack of Keystone Light for the EGs!

I'm guessing back in the day in NYC all these places had to pay off the cops, the liquor control board, city inspectors, etc? Were these places ever raided?

Not a bar. It was this really awful AA meeting in the Village. A bigger dump than any bar I've ever been in.

The Mineshaft.

JWags in Memphis, TN, in the middle 90s. A beautiful married guy snuck out away from his wife to go and ended up blowing me in the bathroom.

Where has the Cock moved to R208?

I remember The Toolbox discussed upthread.

I think it was closing the last time I was there when 2nd avenue was being dug up. Downstairs was sleaze heaven. Easy scores of Coke too I believe

[quote] I'm guessing back in the day in NYC all these places had to pay off the cops, the liquor control board, city inspectors, etc? Were these places ever raided?

All gay bars were owned or in some way controlled by the Mafia. They took care of all that.

Any bar I go to is the sleaziest bar I've ever been to.

[quote] I thought Rounds in NY was sleazy when I went with a friend who was tricking in 89'. There were underage looking teenage boys be ogled by affluent 70ish looking white men. It felt very predatory and creepy.

Sleazy with a veneer of respectability and upscale look. It was A hustler bar for the well heeled.

The sleaze bar was across the avenue, same 53rd street, north side. Anyone remember the name?

Sorry to hear the Candle has closed. I missed it's truly raunchy days but I recall the sleazy bar two blocks away on 75th. Bicycle??

[quote]We stopped going to bars when we were 29, as we had better thing$ to do! —Erna

And it must be hard to remember back a full half-century to then!

You're all a bunch of amateurs. The Toilet in NYC (late 70's) was by far the sleeze champ of all time. Devoted to ...well you can guess by the name. I walked in, saw what it was and left. Didn't last long.

Which was/were the ones in that triangular building on 14th and 11th? Mineshaft or Anvil? I was too scared to go in

That was neither, 227. It was the Hellfire Club. It was J's Hangout. The Mineshaft and Anvil were elsewhere.

Boxers and Briefs in East St. Louis was pretty sleazy. Huge barn like place filled with cornfed midwestern strippers and hustlers. They had booths the strippers try to get you in for a one on one.

Foxes Booze n Cruise in Albuquerque.

Old men sat at a bar and the fully nude strippers dancing on the bar let them suck their dicks. What bar was this? It was in Washington DC and I forget the name.

The bar at the Regency.

Sleazy bars are for the voyeur or the exhibitionist.

Another vote for The Boardwalk when it was in North Miami Beach. The first time I took my best friend there, after ten seconds he looked around and said "I like this place 'cause it's LOW." Right across the street there were these run-down beachfront motels the reeked of faded glory. I stayed in one for a night; the TV remote was bolted to the end table. I still remember loving the warm tropical breeze and the wind in the trees.

Also The Spotlight in LA. This was the hustler bar from City of Night in seedy old Hollywood on Ivar Street. Trust, everything on Ivar Street was decrepit and bleak.

Maybe not sleazy, but definitely scuzzy:

I twice accompanied a friend to the Catch One in LA, circa 2000. The lesbians were too cheap to buy their own beers. All night I was asked by strangers, "Can I have a sip of your beer?" Both times there was a shooting in the parking lot and everyone hit the deck until the shots stopped. Dark Lesbians.

Mineshaft, there was a bar on 14th st in NYC called the Toilet which made the Mineshaft look like a preppy bar.

[quote]The Cock has moved, yet again. Does the new place have a basement, 203?

Yep. New location has a "normal" upstairs and then a basement for cruising action. Still very sleazy downstairs where everything goes.

[quote] Old men sat at a bar and the fully nude strippers dancing on the bar let them suck their dicks. What bar was this? It was in Washington DC and I forget the name.

Lindsey Graham's Georgetown brownstone.

r228 The basement of the Anvil saw a lot of action.

[quote]I've never even been in a gay bar, I live in Kentucky and there aren't any to go to.

Most gay bars are just a bar, except a lot of the clientele are gay men of course.

These "sleazy, sex-filled" places are rare these days in America.

Notsuoh in Houston. Vile, VILE Vile!

The Bike Stop in Philly used to be notorious for their basement action too. The bar is still open but a shell of its former self.

The Chesapeake House in Washington, DC. DC had so many sleazy places back in the early 80's it's hard to choose. I chose this one, it was a stripper bar with the most chickeny dancers you could imagine. DC allowed full nudity (still does.) I went to use the rest room, there was a drug deal going bad inside, one guy pulled a knife on the other, I got outta there real quick.

Mr. P's on P Street was awful and is runner up. There was a street level bathroom that was never ventilated properly and always gave the bar that toilet smell. Upstairs they showed gay adult films and there was a back room behind that.

Honorable mentions : 1. Boots in Antwerp, Belgium. Leather bar with a dark room you had to climb a ladder to get into. (No, thank you.)

2. Place in the Canary Islands was in a shopping plaza...had a tub for piss scenes for the Euro tourists (mostly Germans.) Don't remember the name but was really put off by the aggressive Germans.

Some gay bar in Germany. The back room had the sleaziest sex imaginable. I'm pretty open, but how much fisting and pissing can one watch?

[quote]Also The Spotlight in LA. This was the hustler bar from City of Night in seedy old Hollywood on Ivar Street. Trust, everything on Ivar Street was decrepit and bleak.

I forgot about the Spotlight. It was on an industrial block with the Ivar Theater, which was the closest thing Hollywood had to The Deuce. Oddly, the drinks at the Spotlight were not cheap considering what a seedy dive it was. I guess they thought the johns would be paying.

There was a "sister" bar to the Spotlight called the Blacklight at Santa Monica and Western. Catered to black tranny hookers who were built like NFL linemen. One of them showed me the brick in her purse once. It was where Rodney King picked up a hooker one night and got arrested for getting a blowjob in an alley.

Speaking of Jacques in Boston - went there with friends for a drag show. It was filled to the brim with women. So the sleaze factor went up by several notches.

[quote]Mr. P's on P Street was awful and is runner up. There was a street level bathroom that was never ventilated properly and always gave the bar that toilet smell. Upstairs they showed gay adult films and there was a back room behind that.

Mr. P's is where onetime ex-gay poster boy John Paulk got busted having a drink. Even before social media, this story broke the gay internets.

The Bigger Jigger in the late 80s had a sleazy everything goes basement.

is sleaze still en vogue?

r248 i’ll only be jealous if you hooked up with Bubba.

The Cock on the LES still serves up all the depravity and depressing desperation you could ever ask for, every night.

I dimly remember a trashy little dive bar near downtown LA back in the early 90's. Nasty, nasty neighborhood, heavily Latino clientele. They kept their holiday decorations up year-round - Xmas meets Valentine's Day meets St. Pat's meets Easter meets everything else.

Good times.

Back in the 70's it was The Cove (24/7 Atlanta gay bar) on Monroe. Closed 2+ decades ago. Anything and everything went on in that place, and outside in the parking lot. Walking from your car to the door you'd pass by several cars with active sex acts going on inside them. Lots of trashy fun back in the day.

About the sleaziest in London is the underground club underneath central station at kings cross - you can stand at the bar nude and get sucked off ; they have theme nights - leather , tranny , spanking . I've had dozens of men there

The Bike stop in Philly I remember seeing a piss slave chained to a urinal and people sucking in the downstairs basement bathroom, however this was decades ago and it is extremely tame now.

Early 1980s: The Mineshaft in NYC, unfortunately closed now. Check your clothes. Everyone naked. Debauchery ruled.

Mount Morris Baths in Harlem. Some of the best BBC but homeless guys too. Run down, dank and smelled like a Pakistani taxi in August.

How is Amsterdam not listed here? It was the European capital of sleaze. Into the 90s and even 2000, it was still as active and sleazy as the 70s NYC bars. Like AIDS never happened - though guys were pragmatic and safe. As a 20-something who had missed it all in NYC - which had become sterile by that point with places like The Lure and Zone DK - Amsterdam allowed me to relive the sleazy 70s.

The Argos - the oldest leather bar in Europe, maybe the world. Classic old sailor decor there for hundred years - thick ropes and anchors and sailor lamps covered in dust.. Rickety stairwell to a pitch black basement of unlimited anonymous sex of every kind. Dirty Dicks - buzzed into a classic sleaze bar with a huge back area, with accoutrements and pissing stalls. The Cockring - excellent dance floor and great bar in itself - but with a raunchy back room area. All next to each other in the Red Light District surrounded by hookers in windows plying their trade to the straight men roaming the alleys.

The Web and the Cuckoos Nest are still there - as of now. Physically the same - slings and stalls at The Web and dark and sleazy basement at Cuckoos Nest - though the crowds have slowed. A shame as I think they are the last holdouts of the glory days of Amsterdam as the capital of sleaze - before Berlin took over. Amsterdam has the history of gay culture - and sleaze - and a great city too.

Gabriel's on South Broadway (way down on South Broadway, in Upper Lemay in the flood zone). Years ago. Dirty, stinking low-end regulars who didn't know it was a gay bar, sticky floors, drunk drag queens, holes through the nasty toilet wall, and an infamous back room.

Saw a female strip tease there. She was cracked out, took her clothes off slowly only because she could barely stand up, and the climax was her pulling wads of toilet paper out of her bra that she had stuffed there for expanse, tearing the dirty bra off and staggering back to the bar with the pile of left behind.

I quit going when I walked in on an old guy getting fucked by a grizzled fat man while the old guy sprawled on the toilet with the seat up.

No.

[quote]The Toolbox in Toronto...

A hot daddy there handcuffed me to a railing on the front porch (I think it was a front porch? This was 20+ years ago) and then would send out his friends to piss in my mouth throughout the hour I was tied up.

Also remember the very first time I went to the original Cock in NYC. They had a talent show and while I was getting a drink at the bar, some drag queen started to pull beads out of her ass on stage. The backroom was fun -- just the right amount of dark (bright enough that you could still somewhat make out what guys looked like).

The last sleazy bar I went to was Le Depot in Paris after an evening wandering around town. All I could smell was ass and poppers the minute we walked through the door. Couldn't wait to go back the next day.

Went to New Orleans for the first time lat summer. Too bad the sleaze was nowhere to be found.

Oh! And I had a lot of fun in a bar in London (near Kings Cross if remember correctly). Lots of little rooms and camo netting made for pockets of hot action and kinky scenes. Saw a guy in full riding gear hit the shit out of some naked guy with a riding crop.

The Eagle, Portland, Oregon circa 1995. There were guys doing a circle jerk upstairs.

(I'm not counting venues which host special events)

OP, please tell me about Jaques.

Haymarket in Boston. Some of us were dancing and a rat ran across the floor.

[quote]How is Amsterdam not listed here? It was the European capital of sleaze. Into the 90s and even 2000, it was still as active and sleazy as the 70s NYC bars. Like AIDS never happened - though guys were pragmatic and safe. As a 20-something who had missed it all in NYC - which had become sterile by that point with places like The Lure and Zone DK - Amsterdam allowed me to relive the sleazy 70s.

Sure Jan, of course in backrooms and dark rooms in the NL/Benelux the men were all completely safe using condoms always for anal sex, wearing gloves for fisting, never swallowing any cum, and not being total sex pigs into PNP/sex on basically any drug they could easily get both soft and hard...

Are there any sleazy bars in the US now? I suppose The Cock would qualify.

I was going to say the Viper Room in the mid-90s, but clearly my eyes have not seen as much as yours.

The Dutch were - and are - extremely pragmatic and logical. While NYC shut down all the sex clubs, the Dutch focused on education. Not sure if you were around at the time, but the very real and likely probability of death if you got HIV in 1992 was enough to make even sleazy sex sluts be safe. Add in the Dutch incredible pragmatism and yes, the sex basements had safe sex.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight sure they did R267, it was total darkness and pitch black, or very difficult to see. You are very naive if you really actually believe that most or everyone into fucking, sucking, fisting in backrooms or dark rooms, the saunas, etc. always had safer sex even in the early 1990s. Amsterdam has always had very high rates of HIV, even in the 1990s and still today it has very high rates of Hep C since fools on Truvada think that they can fuck/get fucked raw and stay neg from HIV and everything else...

R265 a lot get shut down as soon as word gets out that they are sleazy, and even non-sleazy LGB bars and dance clubs are closing down because people would rather go on any number of websites or apps instead of going out to bars or trying to meet people in person.

I can't remember the name, but it was in Great Falls, Montana, and reminded me of One Eyed Jacks in Twin Peaks. To be fair, it probably wasn't all that sleazy until I walked in.

There is a bar in Palm Springs, can't recall the name, but this nice looking guy was getting fisted while people stood around watching. I didn't. A little too much for moi.

some place on drie paardjes steeg in amsterdam. filled with creepy slavic hustlers

Anyone here been to De Cockring in Amsterdam?

Atlanta Georgia 1983 a leather bar called “Bulldogs“

It was the filthiest bar I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t the sex that bothered me (quite the opposite) Every inch of the bar reeked of shit, piss, vomit and leather.

I don’t know for sure but I would assume it’s been shut down

Anyone been fisted at The Eagle NOLA ?

I would love to walk into a bar and see a guy getting fisted.

I loved the Cockring. It was my favorite bar ever. So sad it closed. Great atmosphere, great dance floor, good beer, dark yet atmospheric - and BtW a hardcore darkroom in the back.

where was the Cockring?

Warmoesatraat - across from Argos in the leather area near the Red Light district. Great club/sleaze bar.

[quote][R174], this reminds me of the straight titty bar we have in Las Vegas called Larry's Villa. It's where meth whores and toothless pregnant dancers go for the pole-of-last-resort.

The Southern version would have to be Wesley's Boobie Trap in Dora, Alabama.

[quote]Back in the 70's it was The Cove (24/7 Atlanta gay bar) on Monroe. Closed 2+ decades ago. Anything and everything went on in that place, and outside in the parking lot. Walking from your car to the door you'd pass by several cars with active sex acts going on inside them. Lots of trashy fun back in the day.

I got my dick sucked next to the dumpster outside The Cove on the Fourth of July in 1989!

I was in Boston’s Jaques. New Years Ever 1977/78.

R274 I have heard of that bar in ATL. It is apparently still open. Just google it, and you will read reviews.

Any bar where the drinks are weak.