Let's Be Gay in Washington DC in the 1990s!

I'm standing on the mall in April 1994 listening to fabulous speeches, getting cruised in the Smithsonian, and riding the elevator up and down at DuPont Circle where crowds of gays are screaming to a butch lesbian, "Kiss the cop! Kiss the cop!" She plants a big smacker on him and everybody cheers, even the cop!

I'm the gaggle of drunk straight girls crowding Badlands.

Sorry, 1993 for R1. Senility is kicking in.

I'm a twink on my first business trip staying on the top floor of a gay B&B in DuPont Circle. I hook up with a guy on each floor on my 3-story trip down to the kitchen to get some water.

I'M LEAVING THE OLD BATHHOUSE . ABOUT TO THROW TOWEL IN BIN. A HOT GUY LOOKS AT ME AND SAYS "DON'T GO ." COULDN'T WALK THE REST OF MY VACAY .

I'm Larry Craig in the next stall, tapping his foot.

R4 good story, what was this gay B&B in DuPont? Tell us more....

I'm the naive twink, stalking skyscrapers, hoping to get a glimpse of Murphy Brown.

I'm the rich old man at Mr P's you should've married. You'd have gotten all his stuff (and bank account) by now.

I'm a young, male intern in Congressman David Dreier's office. My cardio routine consists of trying to avoid being cornered by him.

R7 I honestly can't remember the name and given the gradual extinction of gay-only B&Bs from our major cities, I doubt it still exists. On the following evening, I hooked up with the hot muscle daddy with whom I shared a bathroom. He probably doesn't exist any more either.

R9 omg Mr. P’s. What a place. I remember there was a dancer (just one I think) on the bar upstarirs.

Gay B&B was at the corner of Q and 9th? Or Kalorama Guest House on Mintwood Place?

I'm Lambda Rising, one of the best gay bookstores in the country.

Gay B&B was at the corner of Q and 9th? Or Kalorama Guest House on Mintwood Place?

I'm Lambda Rising, one of the best gay bookstores in the country.

I'm the married men dropping loads through the gloryholes at K&B News Stand on our lunch breaks.

I am the naive hag who wonders why no guy at the club wants to dance with me.

I’m the college closet case tapping my foot for a BJ at Woodward and Lothrops. No, really.

I'm the nacreous layer of permacum in the Eagle Friday mornings after blackout night.

R18, I was in a long distance relstionship with a guy who worked at JMU, and he would come up to visit me in DC most weekends. We tried to make it a point to check out most of the gay bars, and The Eagle was hands down the most memorable. In addition to the hardcore porn playing on a couple of TVs, this old guy came up and started licking my boyfriend's shoes while we sat at the bar. It was hilarious.

I'm the porn room at Omega. I see you looking my way. Come in and watch for a bit.

OMG!! Tracks!! Haven't thought about that in years.

I'm that house in Dupont Circle that was outfitted to be a sex party every night.

I am the coke bag accidentally dropped in the bathroom of Nation waiting for the crowd to switch from concert goers to gay ravers.

Remember that triplex with bathhouse, glory hole basement, and porn movie/stripper shows/backroom combo in SE DC?

I'm the row of adult bookstores right next to the FBI building

I'm Pete Williams. I hang out at DC's gay bars while being a shill for the anti-gay Bush administration. Gay activists will call me out on this

I’m Lizard Lounge.

I'm Barney Frank's false teeth. I'm somewhere around here.

I’m the bathroom downstairs at Union Station, with all the cruising action you can handle

Kalorama Guest House might have been gay friendly but it wasn't gay. Straight couples I knew stayed there. At their peek, they had several locations in Adams-Morgan and Woodley Park.

I’m the 17th Street Hallowing Drag Races - I’ll bu ruined by straights from Georgetown by the end of the decade.

Halloween!!!!! God damn autocorrect!!

I'm a straight woman drinking soda at La Cage. I drive my Marine husband to and from Quantico every Thursday. He makes $400 cash (unreported) in six hours of work 'dancing.' The gays may paw at him, but the cash will be all mine.

I’m Laura Branigan, headlining DC Pride’s main stage (1994)

[quote] and riding the elevator up and down at DuPont Circle

Did you mistake it for some kind of amusement ride?

I'm Annie's Paramount Steak House.

I’m sitting outside of Tracks, cooling off and watching ravers twirl glow sticks on strings in the sandy volleyball pit.

[QUOTE]I’m Tracks club in Southwest —OP

Tracks was in Southeast.

I’m at the closing of Tracks, taking one of the dismantled giant mirror ball tiles home as a souvenir and going into mourning...and then getting over it as soon as Velvet Nation opens in the same neighborhood.

I’m George Snuffleupagus.

I’m the Pop Stop (coffee shop) at 17th and P. A place for high school gays from Northern Virginia to begin venturing out of the closet.

I’m at a foam party at Velvet Nation, having fun and bring ground upon by a guy from behind...who started fondling me...and then jerked me off under the bubbles.

Suddenly, I am disgusted by the foam and get the hell outta there.

Im the room full of guys at the Frat House watching SNL. We wouldnt talk to each an hour ago at JR's but now have instant attraction and leave w/each other within 15mins after talking.

My 21st birthday was spent at Tracks in 1995! I was drunk as a skunk and fell in the grubby fountain in the courtyard. My friends all fucked a guy named Snake.

I'm the back porno room at Mister P's.

I’m a special appearance by RuPaul at Tracks, archived on the Interwebz for ever and ever!

I'm the day in 1993 or maybe '95 when I ran into my 1988 Logan Circle neighbor Scott on Connecticut Avenue just before Kramerbooks. I was so glad to see you were both alive and your face wasn't that trypophobic mess any longer. I only commented on the part about your being alive, of course. I took you for coffee at the new place, Starbucks, right on the circle.

I never knew your last name. I hope you are still alive and well.

OP! OMG!!! was Tracks this massive club dance club that had several rooms and held raves every Friday night? I spent a summer with in 97 with my cousins in DC as a gayling from LA and we would get fucked up out of our minds at Tracks (I think) literally every Friday. We would pay the homeless to watch our cars on K Street, which we also like because of K! That was one of the most fun summers I've had ever and when I became an official "raver" when I got to CA. Making out with straight guys on molly was amazing, watching the sun rise over the capital on their outdoor patio listening to jungle coming down.

The party was called Buzz and the DJ was Scott Henry

R47, was there a beach volleyball court and a grille in the outdoor patio? If so, then yes, you were at Tracks.

I am Playbill, the only reason you went to 14th Street at night back then.

R50, I saw a wonderful production of Nicky Silver’s “Fat Men in Skirts” at Playbill back in the day. That place was great.

It’s now a Chinese restaurant and directly across from Trade.

R49 - I just looked it up - it was the Capital Ballroom where Buzz was held. I swear I have been to tracks as well. Do they still have dance clubs in DC now. They have been gone for a long time in LA.

I am the ruined apartment building with its facade missing that stood on Massachusetts Avenue. Tim Burton had me completely redecorated in day-glo colors for a shot in Mars Attacks.

I’m not specific to gay life, but anybody in DC in the 90s will remember me.

Every city of any size had a Tracks, Trax, or Traxx.

I’m a young government employee who lives in a well- known complex in Foggy Bottom, because I can walk to my office in another well-known building where I work the Russia desk. Despite my exhaustive security clearance, no one knows I’m gay. Seriously, they don’t!

Sounds like being a gayling in 90s DC was a lot of fun ... sadly, I think today’s gaylings are missing something with all the bars closing ...

It was a fun place and time to come out, R56.

But, in retrospect, so were the 90s in general. (Or maybe every decade is when you’re young?)

[quote]I am the ruined apartment building with its facade missing that stood on Massachusetts Avenue.

Massachusetts and where, r53?

I'm the guy who looks over the the toilet stall walls in the lobby men's room of the Mayflower to make sure the guy who wants to blow me is cute. Then I'll see him that night at Frat House in a group of even hotter guys. True story.

I'm the Soviet Safeway and you better have plan b in mind when you shop there because inevitably they were out of whatever was on your list.

Gosh, the 90s were soooo good!!! I wanna go back, I hate the current world so much

R61 - I agree! I had such a great time living there then.

Dial up modems, AOL discs,, Newt Gingrich, Strom Thurmond, AIDS epidemic, and Julie Roberts. Great times.

Pentagon City on Saturdays. The movie Clueless. Panda Express was a new discovery.

I prefered Mazza Gallerie and would eat at the Pleasant Peasant while I was there

I am Lauriol Plaza.

[quote] I am Lauriol Plaza.

I am the first and last date of the guys at Lauriol Plaza who hooked up last Saturday.

I'm a closeted senator or congressman. There are plenty of me around.

I am squirming every time a male coworker makes a cigar joke during the Lewinsky years.

I'm the new rep from SC. My name is Lindsey Graham and I'm straight as an arrow. My new best friend is a stand-up guy from Florida named Mark Foley, who just got sworn in with me (Jan '95). We're just two very straight guys lookin' to make our way in this town. I heard Mr. P's is where all the lovely ladies are to be found.

I'm JR's hosting Monday's Are A Bitch tv viewing of Melrose Place. I serve to 75 cent cranberry and rail vodka drinks. I keep everyone here well after Melrose Place is over.

I'm Denny Hastert! I'm a heterosexual family man who loves my wife whatshername!

Slight change in format:

You’re the super cute guy visiting town who makes out with me at Badlands on a cold Friday night, has brunch on Saturday morning, and whose friend cock blocks us from doing anything more than kiss.

That same friend later comes onto me himself.

I often wonder what happened to you.

Mass Ave around 6th or 7th NW, R56.

I understand that’s fancytown now, but in the 90s it was pretty grim - but right on the way between DuPont Circle and Capital Hill, so I took a lot of cabs past it.

I’m the gradual shift from Dupont Circle eastward to 17th Street.

I’m P Street Beach at night. At the beginning of the decade, I was packed. By the end of the decades I was barely active at all.

I’m the two block stretch of 17th Street between R and P that was packed every weekend.

I’m the many black gay bars that exist outside of DuPont/17th.

I’m the Fireplace before it turned into a black gay bar.

I’m Drag Freak Bingo, one of the first gay events taken over by the straights, long before the High Heel Race and gay clubs.

As someone who has lived in DC off-and-on since 2005, I find this thread fascinating. It actually sounds like it would've been fun to live here in the 90s.

I’m party impresario Mark Lee who everyone loved until I went all in defending smoking in bars, long after the writing was on the wall for that issue.

I’m now a libertarian who just complains about everything.

R76 I graduated from high school in Loudoun County, VA in 1996, and began to (finally) meet gay people online that year. The 90s were an entirely different climate in which to be gay, but being young and going out to gay establishments sure was exciting and freeing, like being let into an unknown world that was suddenly more hospitable (if stand offish).

The first guy who took me into the city took me to a bar called The Circle north of Dupont. It is now a Chipotle. Then we walked around the neighborhood, and then he took me to Wet strip club in southeast and I was creeped out.

Then I started meeting people on mIRC (!!) and we would go to Soho coffee shop (20/P), around the corner from Badlands, for hours and just talk. Except I was an intimidated gayling and didn’t talk much.

Then it was Tracks, where I learned to dance in my own way...I was really intimidated at first but realized eventually that anything goes in a gay warehouse club and I didn’t need to worry about fitting in. I never took drugs (never even drank till I was 22), but something about the way I dance always had people coming up to me all night and asking if they can buy E from me...

I’m one of the dancers that works with r33’s marine. I can’t really understand why he can only get $400 for a six hour shift. But he sure sucks dick like a pro.

I’m my dad, who warns me every time I go into DC at night to stay away from 14th street.

I'm the Dupont Circle 5 Cinema -- showing all the indie and gay-themed movies your heart desires! If It's not playing here, try the Circle West End Cinema or the Embassy.

I'm the Men's Room near the Sbarro at Union Station. Go ahead. Tap your foot.

[QUOTE] Then I started meeting people on mIRC (!!) and we would go to Soho coffee shop (20/P), around the corner from Badlands

I used to park myself there for hours hoping to run into a cute boy. They had weird rules about using their bathroom. You had to keep buying stuff to stick around.

R83 I don’t think that’s a weird rule. Soho was open either very late or 24/7, and young people would park it there all night with their laptops and do homework. Students from Georgetown, AU, GWU, Catholic, Gallaudet...

I'm Adams Morgan, which stopped being the gay neighborhood people thought it would become.

I'm the patio at Rumours, near Farragut North. I have witnessed lots of sexual tension amid closeted bros after one too many martinis.

I'm Guapos up by AU. Would you like a sultry waiter with your chile relleno?

I am an awkward brunch at Trio with the guy you brought home last night.

I’m the sketchy Logan Circle neighborhood where few dare to go, but which is being talked up preposterously as the future ‘arts district’ of a creatively barren city.

I'm Fairfax county. I'll be the last minute dealbreaker to the hook up that was about to happen with a DC resident.

R84, it was overly monitored and I remember some quite bitchy people working there (skinny, ugly shop fags and fat fraus mostly). Also, there was always an old man smoking non-stop sitting on the patio.

Okay, bitch?

R91 But it’s a business. A coffee shop. In a city. It’s not at all unusual for them to require a purchase to use the bathroom. They have to pay rent for you to hang out there all night...

I never went to Soho, and only to the Pop Stop because it was so close to where I lived. I quit smoking in 1986, and hated the smell ever after.

I am happy hour at the Duplex Diner. If you blink you'd think you're in Manhattan!

I’m the Hung Jury. Power lesbian central.

I'm Hill Haven Happy Hour... or 4H...where techie nerds on GLIB got together on Friday afternoons.

R1

I don't know if it's weird, or wondrous, or just more proof that it's a very small world, but I was on that escalator with you at that exact moment when "Kiss the cop! Kiss the cop!" happened.

DC in the late 80s and 90s was an incredible place to live, work, and play. Best years of my life.

I'm Kramerbooks and Afterwords in DuPont. I offer books and brunch for dorky types who enjoy a side of lox and literature with their lovin'.

R95 OMG. I have to share a story about that place. I went there one time in college with mixed gay and lesbian friends. ONE time. On that one night, three separate fights broke out. The third time, the club turned on all the bright house lights and announced over the speaker system that the Hung Jury is a club for GAY WOMEN and that men may attend as guests of GAY WOMEN but otherwise are NOT WELCOME. I was like...yikes, we should go, but my lesbian friends were like, “oh, no, you’re cool, they’re just kicking the straight guys out.”

I went to Velvet Nation almost every Saturday and to Badlands almost every Thursday and sometimes Fridays, and I had never before seen a single physical fight in a club, much less three in a matter of hours.

It was way too much testosterone for me.

I'm the English basement studio apartment on P Street. No matter how many pieces of CB2 furniture are purchased, I'll always be aesthetically challenged and known more for location.

I'm Pasta Mia, a little Italian restaurant on the fringes of Adams Morgan. I will give you a red wine headache after a bad date with a geeky professor who just bought a row house in Mt. Pleasant, the next "it" neighborhood.

I'm all the broken escalators at the Metro stops

I'm 808 King Street in Old Town Alexandria. I'm the only gay bar in Northern Virginia. I'll be very scary to the local straights, and the state alcohol authorities will make me paint paints on the male nudes on a mural in the lounge. Later I'll have to go to court to challenge an old Virginia law stating that establishments that serve alcohol are not allowed to knowingly employ homosexuals or prostitutes.

I'm the Leather Rack, a great leather and assorted gay paraphernalia store upstairs from Lambda Rising, before Lambda moved to S Street.

R104, I used to get poppers there.

We all did, r105

I'm the Men's Room in the Crystal City Underground.

I am the Men's Room at J.C. Penney's in the former Springfield Mall. I am convenient to Ft. Belvoir and I95.

I screwed that up in the telling. Lambda Rising was on S Street BEFORE Deacon Maccubbin moved it to Connecticut Avenue, and the Leather Rack was upstairs on Connecticut Avenue.

I wonder if Maccubbin and Jim Bennett are still together? Jim managed the bookstore.

For you youngins, Deacon Maccubbin started the DC Pride Parade and Events.

[quote]DC in the late 80s and 90s was an incredible place to live, work, and play. Best years of my life.

Yeah, if you liked memorial services.

R102 That’s the one constant in DC across all decades.

I am Jason and I am lead counsel at the new Energy PAC. What do YOU do?

I'm going to be gay in D.C. on Thursday &Friday...what is there to do capital queens???

R113, Larry’s Lounge is open.

I'm a Republican staffer who is closeted at work because I'm the Chief of Staff of anti-gay senator

Do you want a medal, R115?

I'm the black church lady who heard two drunkish gay gays from New York getting into a taxi, asking to go to Half Street SW. I told them to "make sure to be careful down there."

I’m the beach volleyball court at Tracks.

I used to sneak down to Southeast from NoVA after high school invitational track and field meets telling my parents I was going to a “track party.” I had to pay for parking of my mom’s station wagon and then also pay a homeless man who would watch over the car to make sure it wasn’t vandalized.

I am the Middle Eastern man walking through Mr. P's, The Fireplac, Omega and Badlands selling $1 roses. My wife hits the 17th Street strip.

I’m the video bar room in the back section of Badlands, where pop videos are played, and everyone stands around the rectangular bar watching and flirting.

R120, I miss the video room at Badlands SO MUCH. Always a great place to flirt and find a hookup.

The Leather Rack was never upstairs from Lambda Rising... it was one block north on Connecticut Avenue. It used to the third floor of the DC Eagle.

Also want to shout out to The Society of Friends Coffeehouse for People With AIDS, which I volunteered at for a few years. It was on Florida Avenue at Decatur Place.

I’m Men’s Parties bathhouse on 14th Street and Church Street. I closed down after a bottom fell down a staircase and broke his neck, not to be discovered until the next morning. I then became a J. Crew but now that has been shuttered as well due to COVID-19.

OMG Rose guy. Hadn't thought about him in years.

R122

Well I really screwed that up. I know the Leather Rack was on the second floor; I don't know why I remember it being above Lambda Rising.

Thanks for the correction.

I’m Angel Wing Boy, I wear giant white angel wings and flitter around Velvet Nation’s VIP room upstairs.

While I grew up in the DC area, when I came of age, I went to college out of state during that period.

While I knew about Tracks and such, sadly I only went once and discovered the rest of the DC gay scene sporadically when I'd visit home.

I lived in Richmond and had driven up to my parents' home outside of DC to mow their lawn while they were on vacation.

I was mainly there to visit the DC bars and the bathhouse, actually.

I met the cutest and funniest guy visiting from Pittsburgh at the bathhouse, and he took me back to his hotel room where we had a great evening. (When we first walked into the hotel, there was one concierge at the desk who looked at my quizzically at first and then realized that we were both going to the same room. The guy I met at the bathhouse sang, under his breath as we took the elevator to his room, "The front desk guy thinks I'm a slut..." )

The next morning, he invited me to brunch with his friend, but I had to leave and actually mow my parents' lawn!

He called me once, but I was so deeply in the closet that I played it cool. We never talked again.

I've thought about him so many times over the years. Can't even remember his name but he was such a sweet guy.

I wonder what would have happened if we had kept in touch.

Does anyone remember that house near Dupont that was sort of a bathhouse? You had to enter by saying some sort of code. I met so many prominent guys there--military, a congressman from Ohio, lots of government staffers, etc,

George Stephanopoulos DEFINITELY cruised the heck out of me at Dupont

Any other stories about cruisy politicians and other D.C power players?

R129, was it on Florida between 18th & 19th?

Check out r123, r129

R132, yes on Florida!! Any good memories of it?

It seems to have functioned as a sex house for years

What was that gay newspaper printed on purple paper?

The adult section of the Blade?

Being cruised by Andrew Sullivan---in my case on a Metrobus. he got off at my stop, but fortunately went in the other direction.

r136, consider yourself lucky that you dodged that bullet

OMG, the rose guy!!

I am Luigi's, an Italian restaurant below DuPont. I employ a closeted middle-aged Italian waiter who sneaks out of his evening shift for some hot lovin' before rolling back to sling calamari until 11 p.m.!!! Nobody seems to notice...

While in DC on business in the late 90s, I went to a bathhouse in a remote part of DC. There was also a bar there with drag acts and disco called, I believe, La Cage aux Follies. Metro stop was Naval Archives (?) and near the Arena Stage too. At the baths, remember a blackboard with a square corresponding to each room so you could write in chalk what you were looking for!

Ready to throw in the towel and leave when I met a blond stud lawyer with the most beautiful hairy chest and big, perfect cock. We left together to go back to my hotel to do coke and pot. Check-out guy sighed and said to me that I got their trophy client!

Early 90's I'm headed into Tracks at midnight to get a bag of coke from Benny Hanan the Asian drag queen, dance all morning with my boyfriend, maybe partake of the brunch served around 4am then head home and f&*k all night

That truly sounds like heaven right now, R140.

I got fucked by four really hung black guys at the only bathhouse left in D.C. last night and it was pretty glorious.

Good times are still to be had here!

r142= The Senatrice

I’m Universal Gear clothing shop on 17th. We have listening stations with headphones so customers can listen to all the hot circuit party CDs like Cherry and White Party. We also sell shiny club shirts in shades of silver, shiny black, and deep purple. And we have lots of jock straps and colorful little briefs!

[R142] hope you were wearing your mask

My name is Jim DeAngelis and me and my faghag Betty Sheehan are both morbidly obese but love to sit in bars and judge other people’s appearance in Adams Morgan.

R146, that seems oddly specific.

I'm Estelle at The Trio Restaurant at 17th and Q (no, it's NOT called "Trio's"). Whenever anyone asks me if we use real potatoes to make our mashed, I answer "What do YOU think?"

I miss the Trio’s pizza slice window/station.

I'm Commander Salamander on Wisconsin in Georgetown where I would pick up my alternative clothes when I was in town.

I'm the senator who votes against gay rights while cruising all the bars

Commander Salamander is where I got my first coke/k snorting bullet and I thought it was so cool. And a pen that was a syringe that I took to school to be edgy.

I’m SMASH! in Georgetown on M Street. I make an appearance in “True Lies” during a chase scene.

I'm Chief Ike's Mambo Room. I'd like to mambo with YOU, and you and you too.

I am Melody Record Shop on Connecticut Ave, where you can find all those strange remix singles from Europe. Oh, I also have a wonderful selection of opera, classical, world and rock music. I am not a snob.

I’m 12” Dance Records on P Street, drawing people in with cheeky innuendo and keeping them there with a treasure trove of electronica.

I’m Dupont Italian Kitchen—DIK Bar—and I’m still drawing people in with cheeky innuendo to this day.

I'm the Nancy Sinatra "These Boots are Made for Walking" video that played at the same time nightly at the Badlands video room with the old guy doing the video dance step-for-step

I am the entire bar at JRs reciting "The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia!" speech every Sunday night. Richard over there always has to be the loudest. (Do they still do that? Haven't set foot in JRs in at least 10 years)

I'm Elvira! I changed cultural history

I’m the old Hollywood slapping montage which seemed so fun at the time but now seems like violence vs women.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Good thread!

I walked by it the other day and JRs has reopened with limited indoor seating. They’ve also turned that little side street next to the bar into an outdoor seating area.

People sit at JR's?

I'm the darkened corner behind a chain link fence inside the Green Lantern. I facilitate make out sessions and groping to determine hook-up compatibility.

I'm last call at Tracks. I'll cause a building full of guys to lower their expectations within 15 minutes.

I'm the movable pillars in the newly opened Crew Club basement.

OMFG, had completely forgotten about Commander Salamander!!!

I’m a used condom on Connecticut Avenue.

Remember condoms?

I’m the DC Pride parade...all 10 trucks of it.

I’m DCM4M. You never know who you might find in here!

I'm the underage suburban kids who snuck into DC from NoVA to go out, missed the metro and had to wait in a park all night until in it opened. The police were not helpful when calling 911 asking for a ride back to McLean.

I’m the suburban kid who drove to Georgetown from NoVA and parked in a parking garage that closed at 3 am, and took a taxi to Tracks in Southeast, because I was led to believe that one wrong turn in SEDC would get you a bullet in your brain.

Oh, the wonderful cluelessness of being young! We legit thought the cops would be worried about 17 year olds in faux peril suck in Dupont Circle, pick us up, and drive us back to my cousins house.

Wow R175 that is naive.

You thought cops were there to help? Ha.

I'm glances in the back of the Washington Blade

I’m a snotty DuPont queen living on maxed out credit cards and begging Mom and Dad for cash.

[quote] I'm the underemployed temp who lives on Glebe Rd. and was rejected by the snooty dupont queen.

I'm the guy recovering from a crystal meth addiction that almost killed him who is now taking acting classes at the Woolly Mammoth theatre!

I'm the M4M personals in the back of the CityPaper and the anticipation of the guy who placed an ad who couldn't wait to get home and listen to the messages left in his inbox, none of which will be from anyone he would like to meet

[quote] I'm the M4M personals in the back of the CityPaper and the anticipation of the guy who placed an ad who couldn't wait to get home and listen to the messages left in his inbox, none of which will be from anyone he would like to meet

it was through this type of meeting that I learned what jowls are

I am the short, handsome man with long hair that worked at Rock Creek sports store on P Street that sold newbie gay his first 2xist thong.

r183 Was that more in Georgetown than Dupont?

It was Dupont. On P Street near 20th. Little store on ground floor.

I can't imagine Rock Creek Sports selling 2xist thongs - wasn't it running shoes and clothes?

I'm the lonesome bachelor who lives in Shirlington and cruises Crystal City after dark.

I am the juxtaposition of the undergear store and the Log Cabin Republicans’ office on the same block.

I’m walking to Ozone only to find that it burned the hell down. It got too hot in there.

Which was where, r188?

Whenever OurMillennialReprehensibility posts, I picture this Log Cabinette I knew in DC in the '90s.

The use of the “ette” suffix is misgendering, R190.

Je ne give a shitte pas, r191.

And you speak worse French than Cantinflas!

Je survivrai, r193.

No one is impressed that you speak the same language as the imperialists who dragged us into the quagmire of the Vietnam War after welcoming Hitler into their own lands with open arms, R194.

I'm getting a drink from Frank at JRs. He goes to the cash register, rings up 0.00 and says "oops!" Of course, he'll make it up with tips.

Frank was so cute, r196. He never charged me for Saratoga water.

R197 -- he was cute! And an excellent bartender. I remember going in there and it was Bobby at the front, big Kevin in the middle and Frank at the back, and there'd be a big long line at Frank's station.

Does anyone remember Mixtec, at the top of Adams Morgan????

I'm the low light - almost darkness - in many gay clubs and bars. The incognito atmosphere. So as to prevent rumors from starting.

I’m the chichi neighborhood with a dearth of nearby parking spots.

R198

I was wondering if anyone remembered Kevin (from JRs)! Loved that guy. The first time I was in that bar by myself I was so uncomfortable and out of my league and I think he somehow picked up on that and treated me like gold. Can't count how many free beers I got from him over the years, though I don't know why. I'm nothing to look at. For a bartender and a customer we had a nice, easy, chatty, friendship, which he probably had with everyone. That's why they made such amazing money.

He ended up moving to Key West and once when I was down there I saw and got to talk to him and he was NOT in good shape. It was fun to spend some time together again but was very sad.

Does anyone know where he is and what he's up to?

[quote] I’m the chichi neighborhood with a dearth of nearby parking spots.

Chichi is a homosexual? I thought he was a Republican!

R202 - I live in Key West. I don't know if I remember him, probably if I saw him. Do you know where he works here? I can look him up and report back.

The only bartender at JRs I remember was Jamez and only because he had that stupid Z in his name.

I do remember the bouncer Tony though. He used to come over to my apartment after work and give me a blowjob.

R204

It was years ago and he wasn't working as a bartender in Key West at the time. I left DC in 1999, and I'd say it was maybe 5 or 10 years later that I saw him. I wish I could remember his last name. I've searched every piece of junk I've saved over the years looking for something that had his name, but to no avail. Maybe someone else here remembers his last name. At least then I could google him.

He'd be in his 60s (ish). He was a big guy - guessing over 200 lbs. Blond (ish). That doesn't really tell you much. For all I know he could be back in DC.

But thank you for offering. I appreciate that.

And as long as I'm here and we're talking about JRs...

I'm Thursday Night at JRs. We called it Dinosaur Disco. Fabulous music.

[quote]The only bartender at JRs I remember was Jamez and only because he had that stupid Z in his name.

Did they wear nametags? I thought I knew Frank's name because we used to talk in the locker room at the Holiday Spa on K Street in the '80s. Was he wearing a nametag?

I'm the bathhouse in the bad part of town (P Street?)

[QUOTE] I'm the lonesome bachelor who lives in Shirlington and cruises Crystal City after dark.

So, Freddie’s?

I just about lived at JRs during the early 90s. I remember Jamez (which my friends pronounced "Ja-mez". (Or, as he's now referred to, "Ja'mez, private school girl." I never interacted with Kevin much--during his shift, there were usually other bartenders I had a razor with. I can name a slew of bartenders from that time--Tony, Bobby, Scott, Frank, Irv, Eric (who bought the place), Albert, who was absolutely gorgeous.

Haven't been there much since leaving DC in 2007. Seems like every time I go there, the only bartender I know is Bredan is he still there? The only other familiar face is Patty.

[quote]I remember Jamez (which my friends pronounced "Ja-mez".)

How else would you pronounce it?

[quote] I’m the chichi neighborhood with a dearth of nearby parking spots.

ChiChi's? Lauriol Plaza proved to be too strong of a competitor. Maybe there's one off Landmark, close to the Black Eyed Pea and Bennigans.

[QUOTE] The only other familiar face is Patty.

Is that the salty Hispanic bar hag? Love her. How long has she worked there?

I have been going to JRs since 1998 so I’m not familiar with this crew of 80s/early 90s bartenders.

[QUOTE] I’m the chichi neighborhood with a dearth of nearby parking spots.

Are you mistakenly referring to the Chi Cha Lounge?

Well, your post is still overly general and not specific enough. A “chichi” neighborhood would be something like Georgetown or like Ginza in Tokyo.

No one has ever referred to Dupont Circle as “chichi.” Sorry, but no.

I'm the condescending DC queen who likes to use dictionaries and thesauruses to humiliate people when I correct them because I am an insecure debt ridden slag who drives an Uber to make enough money to pay for surgery to repair my prolapsed anus.

I'm the condescending DC queen who likes to use dictionaries and thesauruses to humiliate people when I correct them because I am an insecure debt ridden slag who drives an Uber to make enough money to pay for surgery to repair my prolapsed anus.

R218 Hunny there was no Uber in the 90s! You would have been Rosebud the taxi driver. Or taxi driver with a rosebud, whichever you prefer!

I’m Rosebud the liquor store next to (the now closed and soon to be condos) Cobalt.

I am HIV+ as are 90% of my friends! We're all dead now!

R219: That's what some of the people described here are doing now. The rest died of AIDS or married rich.

R210 - I sort of got married and left the JRs crowd in the mid-90s, but Patty was already there, doing general housekeeping stuff. I don't think she was a barback, but was usually circulating behind the bar and storage room. I was surprised to see her there 15 years later; don't know if she's a bartende.

I'm the ironically cheesey name plate on a stand with an index card bearing her typewritten name as a temporary marker over Jacqueline Onassis's recently interred gravesite, making me cry, in the fall of 1994.

Can someone describe more about Chi-Cha’s lounge? I definitely remember the name and going there but don’t remember where it was or what it’s vibe was.

It's a hookah bar. Not Mr. P's "hookahs", but real hookahs. Mixed crowd. I aged out of it at least 20 years ago.

I only ever went into J.R.’s a few times. It’s the first place I ever had an acute panic attack from social anxiety. It was as crowded as a can of sardines, I remember feeling completely overwhelmed by the smalls of so many colognes and alcohol fumes, and I felt like a lot of the guys there were out of my league physically but they were also overtly eyeballing one another like they were judging a dog or livestock show. It freaked me out so much. The last time I went, many years ago, I was in IG whore-caliber shape and as I was trying to walk through the bar to get to my friends, some guy stuck his hand up the front of my shirt and groped me all over while looking me in the eyes with a crazed face. It alarmed me way more than I ever would have thought it might and I left. I always loved dancing and so I went to Nation and Badlands, but I was never a social butterfly.

I am gen X, technically, born in 1978 and by and large I have gen X behavioral tendencies. But one big exception is that growing up gay in Virginia, I had no friends during middle and high school and did not really learn to socialize normally with adolescent peers. I got on mIRC and then CompuServe and AOL chat rooms in the late 90s, and that is where I first forged gay relationships—entirely online. So the in-person, face to face crowded bar thing may be comfortable to most people of my generation (my sister and brother-in-law love crowded noisy bars), but I was conditioned to communicate and especially to become acquainted with people virtually and J.R.’s is something of a nightmare setup for me.

I do have a good friend (who I met online close to 20 years ago) who tended bar at J.R.’s for a long time and he is one of the most genuinely nice and kind people I know. So I know the whole ruthless, dehumanizing meat market feel of the place is probably more of a projection of mine than a reality but...agh! Not for me! I envy people who find a Cheers-type community at places like that.

R227 we’re the same age and I met gay people through aol for the first time the same way you did. Always liked the on line chatting. How do you meet friends now?

R228 I don’t, really. I meet new people through work. I rarely meet new people. I have a few longtime gay friends and more longtime straight friends with whom I share common interests such as writing. There’s an irony in that I wrote for a couple of the big national LGBT publications for years and I never really belonged to a gay community. When I was young, I thought that I’d make gay friends who share creative interests, and I met hundreds of people over the years but honestly I’ve only ever met one other gay man who has any interest in the arts. Everyone else pretty much just either deemed me fuckworthy or not fuckworthy. I think that is most likely directly related to having always met people online and not in real-world social situations. I have carried a lot of resentment about the lack of gay community throughout my adult life but it is waning. I’ve realized I don’t need people in my life just because they are gay if we don’t share common interests or perspectives.

My health took a major nosedive in my early to mid-30s, and I was no longer able to be a gym rat and obsess over appearance. My friends and family remained as close as ever, and gay men my age on social media stopped acknowledging me. I’m 42 now and I care very little about that now. I have a bit of lingering resentment for the way gay guys see one another as catalog products rather than as human beings (Maybe they see one another as human after they’ve approved of the visual product design.), but by and large I have come to the conclusion I never was really well suited to “the gay lifestyle” in DC insofar as the brunch and bar crowds, assigning worth based on income, academic pedigree, physique, where one lives, etc. I make a pretty good living and I live in a nice neighborhood (Kalorama), but those are comforts to me and they don’t have anything to do with valuing people.

I have worked with some “social gays” and clashed with them. I have too many insecurities, and I thought their personalities were ugly and vulgar. Everyone they discussed was sized up by how conventionally attractive they were, what universities they went to, what their job title was and whether they worked for anyone of renown, how much money they made and how much their homes cost.

I went to a straight female colleague’s house party and she invited two of these guys and I started to feel physically ill when she introduced us to a gay couple she knew, and the guys I worked with seemed genuinely nice to them and then as soon as the couple walked away, they immediately switched into bitch-asshole mode, assessing the guys: “one must be really rich or connected to have scored the other guy. But seriously, why is a nine with a four? No, he’s a three! Think he has a big dick? He’s got to have a trust fund!” It made me literally nauseated and I withdrew. I realize my worldview also is a mismatch with most of the people on this site.

Anyway, in sum, I’m just better in relative isolation, and particularly from most gay men. I don’t like that I have to live that way. It kind of makes me feel like a failure. But I certainly like feeling that way better than I like being around adult men who act as if they belong in Mean Girls.

[quote]I remember feeling completely overwhelmed by the smalls of so many colognes

Is it true they mopped the floors with diluted Drakaar Noir? You could smell it all the way over on P Street.

I don’t really drink much so never went to bars. I too met gay men for the first time online but it always was a sexual thing. Sadly, I didn’t learn how to make gay friends online.

It took years, after I left DC for NYC, to make friends without the use of a Computer

I am the same racist sense of WASP entitlement that inevitably accompanies every large gathering of gay white men, rich or poor.

I'm the guy in the corner at Frat Boys (does that sound right? I can't remember if that was the name -- red brick wall). Anyway, I'm getting the eye from a very handsome dude and I'm about to have the time of my life. 28 years later I remember you Andy.

I am ¡ESCANDALO!

[quote]Frat Boys

The Frat House aka Omega.

[R229] That breaks my heart. I know so many gays who say the exact same thing, so I don’t know why it’s so hard to get Kindred souls together, like a salon of the olden days. DC is one of the worst places for shallow attitudes in general. I’ve felt devastated after some parties. I hate that I give these people that kind of power.

R229, I’m 42 and also a NoVA-born gay. I live in the U Street neighborhood. Let’s grab coffee or hang out in Meridian Hill Park sometime. I’m an author.

R236 It’s all right in the end. I used to desperately want to belong to a ‘gay community.’ It’s why I wrote for LGBT magazines and applied to countless jobs at places like HRC, which never even replied with a conformation of receiving my application. I used to feel rejected and disappointed and angry. But honestly, the resentment is wearing off rapidly as I realize that as a gay man, I crave sex with men and as a human being I crave companionship—but I don’t need or want the company of people to whom I can’t relate and who make me feel bad about myself. So most of my friends are straight, plus a few gay couples. So what? I’m not a constantly horny adolescent anymore. So it really doesn’t matter.

I have said this here more times than I can count, but I have realized that I somehow had very, very misinformed notions of what it means to be gay when I was young. I saw gay men on TV in almost exclusively creative roles. My mom used to tell me “We obviously always knew you were gay—but you can’t be totally sure. Sometimes you’re sure a guy is gay and it turns out he’s just an intellectual.” So I thought that gay men are inherently creative and artistic, that we have a whimsical and imaginative but also critical and analytical world view. (That is how I would describe myself, by and large, and I’ve met no more gay people who have similar interests and inclinations than I could count on one hand.) I expected to come into a gay society that was intellectually and creatively stimulating and...I didn’t. Part of the reason I went into an MFA program was I expected I would make some gay friends with creative inclinations, but to my absolute shock I was the only gay person. The poetry program was almost all men and not one of them was gay. It threw me. I write, I paint, I read offbeat things...and I found incredible friends who I can relate to. They just all happen to be hetero and married with kids. Whatever. It’s far better company than a bunch of middle aged guys like me who are always drunk and sizing everyone up by their bodies, net worths, titles and who they work for.

[R238] I’m glad you’ve found your friends. You sound like a great guy and I’m sure we would get along IRL. At least on DL there are many insightful people to talk to, spread all over the world. It’s a lifesaver at times.

Yes R239 but they are anonymous and you can’t meet any of them, so you can’t develop any real friends using DL.

Last time I went to JRs was years ago. I went with a guy from work. We were both in DC for a conference. He confessed that, although he was married to a woman, he was curious about men. So, I took him to JRs. Ultimately, we necked the whole time there and then went to our hotel and did a lot of frottage—he refused to allow me to touch his cock.

R241 Ugh. Shame-induced psycho alert. I bet he votes like Schock and Graham.

R227, you need therapy, not DL.

Oh and your posts/self-pity are nothing more than fiction to try and make gay men look bad. It's overly contrived bullshit.

One more thing: you are not Gen-X. You spent way too much time explaining something that added nothing. You just couldnt sell it. You're a septaugenarian. You write just like one.

R243 Okie dokie!

I "came out" on Compuserve, where I met several gay friends in DC. JRs was quite intimidating, but, there was a certain point where I could relax and go with the flow. I was never a stunner, but there was a lot to be said for being comfortable in your environment. I went thought a period of "living" there, and not believing, after years of being in the closet, that such a place would be my habitat.

It was a great place for hanging out with friends as well as meeting new people. I think that I only ever hooked up with one person I met there, and we ended up in a relationship for ten years and are still best friends.

One of the things I liked about the place was that it was bright and airy and out in the open. Too many of the bars in those days were hidden away, either in an obscure part of town (like what's now left-field at Nationals Park) or just covered up, like the Green Latrine. JRs has big windows and is in a busy part of town.

I remember looking out one of the windows and seeing two younger guys walk up to the place, stand and converse, and then walk away. It made me realize that, at some point, the place would become known as a "wrinkle-room." Young guys would walk away from it because it was a habitat for old trolls. I suspect that the modern version of a JRs crowd would be more attracted to Nellie's or some other place. (I've been away from DC for a while.)

I remember being told about how, years earlier, Rascal's was the place to be in Dupont Circle. I heard there used to be a line around the corner to get in. In the JRs heyday, this was hard to imagine, because Rascal's was just a seedy place you'd go to see strippers. But I guess times change.

One of the great things about the place was that it was out in the open. At that time, lots of our bars had no windows and were sor

Nellie’s has been taken over by straight people in the past five or six years.

R245

You might think the third floor of Rascals was seedy - that's where the strippers were - and sleezy is debatable.

But the first floor was "Suit and Tie Central" in the day. Masses of professionals stopping by on the way home from work. As the time of the day grew later there may have been less suits, but it was never sleezy.

It was a crime (literally) when Riggs took the building.

R247, where was Rascal’s? Georgetown?

Nellie’s was completely taken over by straight people several years. HOWEVER, pre-COVID, it was still fun on nights when they were hosting Stonewall Darts.

Rascals was half a block north of Dupon Circle on Connecticut. Riggs bank is on the circle and it eventually expanded north and swallowed it.

I’m the Biograph Theatre that okayed porn movies during the day but art films at night

[quote]it was still fun on nights when they were hosting Stonewall Darts.

You threw darts at blown-up pics of Marsha and Sylvia?

I’m the Circle Bar on Connecticut Avenue, one of the most diverse and fun gay bars in DC during the 90s. Friday Happy Hours were the best, Saturday nights were very chill, the TV screens showed the best videos, and that huge outside patio was everything. Unfortunately the owner became a coke head and pretty much all the profits went up his noise which led to the bar not being maintained well and eventual closure.

Bump!

R252 Now a Chipotle!

r254, that’s downstairs. The Circle was a 2 floor bar. Upstairs is a straight hookah bar now.

r247 "sleezy" is not a word.

[QUOTE] [R254], that’s downstairs. The Circle was a 2 floor bar. Upstairs is a straight hookah bar now.

It was called Gazuza for years. Not sure what’s there now. I’m never on Connecticut Ave anymore.

R257 good job remembering Gazuza. I went there several times circa 2002 but completely forgot about it.

There are no gay men in this town. Why did I move here?

R259 - no gay men? Are you serious? DC is one of the gayest towns in the country.

R259, you’ve clearly never been here.

I'm Madam's Organ. I am bro central until midnight, when the bros turn desperate and eye other men hungrily.

[quote] no gay men? Are you serious? DC is one of the gayest towns in the country.

And many of them work for the GOP

And a non-insignificant amount of native Washingtonians (and environs) are Republican. In off years they tend to keep it to themselves.

I'm the cheer that went up when the Crew Club bathhouse opened.

Hoes no longer had to go to the ghetto to visit a bathhouse

I live in DC and grew up in Loudoun County, Virginia. Pretty much everyone I know who is a local is a moderate liberal. Being from Virginia, I didn’t know much about Maryland, but Maryland always has been represented to me by Marylanders as a sane, safe place for liberal people and minorities compared with scary Virginia. Yet two boldly proud card-carrying Democrats I work with voted for the Republican governor of Maryland, and some of the people (all wealthy execs, lawyers, journalists and federal employees) I know from Montgomery County especially are...something. They believe they are liberal and strongly associate with the Democratic party, but nearly everything they say sounds stunningly Republican and often overtly racist.

[QUOTE] And many of them work for the GOP

This really isn’t true. I’ve only run across a handful of them and I’ve lived here since 2003 and grew up in NoVA. It’s a very common DL meme though.

[QUOTE] And a non-insignificant amount of native Washingtonians (and environs) are Republican.

Again, no. Do you actually live here?

Trio was something else. Estelle, Margot, Carmella... each had her own personality. The rumor was that Margot was the inspiration for Wayland Flowers' Madame. She certainly looked like it.

As for Estelle, a friend told me that one of his fellow diners asked her what flavor Jello did they have tonight? Her response, hand on hip, "Red!"

Trio was something else. Estelle, Margot, Carmella... each had her own personality. The rumor was that Margot was the inspiration for Wayland Flowers' Madame. She certainly looked like it.

As for Estelle, a friend told me that one of his fellow diners asked her what flavor Jello did they have tonight? Her response, hand on hip, "Red!"

I went to Trio/Fox and Hounds a few years ago and didn’t know that the waitstaff are supposed to be rude. We were caught off guard but thought our waitress was funny. I ordered a margarita and she said, “Seriously? Here?” I asked if something is wrong with that and she said, “No...anywhere but here...but if that’s what you want, you were warned.” I asked if a gin and tonic would be better and she said “gin and tonic it is.” And she brought me a 12 oz. glass filled to the brim and a small bottle of tonic water. I thought the glass was full of the cocktail but it was all gin. It really knocked me for a loop.

[quote]The rumor was that Margot was the inspiration for Wayland Flowers' Madame

Can. Not. Unsee.

This might be pre-'90s, but does anyone remember Bootsy, Winky, and Miss Maud?

Heading to Buzz at Nations

R267

Are you assuming that the staff that work for every Republican member of Congress are all Democrats? If not, then what I mentioned makes sense: there is a non-insignificant number of Republicans in Washington DC, as in, there are some Republicans in DC. And maybe more than you might imagine.

It's certainly a Democratic stronghold, yes, but it isn't a monolith.

When I did live there - I no longer do so perhaps it's drastically changed - I met and certainly worked with (in the government) plenty of Republicans.

Having said all that, as a Democrat, it was liberating to live among so many.

[quote]there is a non-insignificant number of Republicans in Washington DC, as in, there are some Republicans in DC

Well, you originally said "native Washingtonians." Very, very few of those. There are more Virginians (mostly outside of Northern Virginia) and Marylanders.

There was an acapella group of 3 singing lesbians who would show up everywhere: BETTY

People come and go as administrations change. Whenever there's a GOP President, there are tons of GOP staffers everywhere

R275

You're right, I did say Native. I muddied the water switching between natives and residents.

Sorry.

Now I'm thinking that maybe all the Republicans I worked with in DC - that had been there their entire lives - were from Virginia.

Anyway, thanks for pushing me to clarify.

I’m the cruisy paths of Rock Creek park near P Street beach.

Jim - I miss you and your big dick.

The quintessential gay republican in D.C. was this old troll, Joe Beard. He fit the pattern: if you talked with him, he'd let you know within 30 seconds that he was a rabid right-winger and that he assumed that you, like all mentally-unchallenged gay individuals in DC were not. So, in his mind, it gave him a reason to berate you.

The sad thing was that gay republicans who were not old trolls conformed to the same script.

Joe Beard was a piece of work. I'm sure others encountered him. I once had dinner with him, Deacon Macubbin, and a young fit man from Philadelphia whom the other three of us had never met. The entire dinner, Joe berated the young man for being a liberal. Joe made me ashamed to be gay, simply because he was.

Joe died and went to hell, and there is no one who cares about him, so I don't feel bad speaking about him.

Here's Beard's bio----glad I never met him: Hugh Joseph Beard Jr. was born on July 25, 1946 in Greensboro, North Carolina to Margaret Lewis and Hugh Joseph Beard. He attended public schools in Burlington, North Carolina and Larchmont, New York. Beard graduated from Davidson College in 1968 with a B.A. in economics and received a law degree from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill in 1971. Active in conservative politics since the mid-1960s, he founded several conservative organizations during the 1970s. Beard served as a law clerk in the U.S. District Court in Greensboro from 1971 to 1972, and from 1972 to 1973 he served as an assistant United States attorney in the western district of North Carolina. Beard practiced law in Charlotte from 1973 until 1981, when he left private practice to serve as a deputy general counsel for the Department of Education during the Reagan administration. In 1983, he accepted an appointment as special counsel to the Assistant Attorney General for Civil Rights in the U.S. Dept. of Justice, a position he served in until the end of the Bush administration in 1992. During his career in Washington, D.C., Beard became increasingly active in conservative gay organizations such as the Log Cabin Republicans, and was a founding member of the Pro-Life Alliance of Gays and Lesbians (PLAGAL). Beard died in Washington, D.C. in July, 2002.

He died at home. No mention of cause of death, which I assume means HIV-related. he had diabetes and coronary artery disease---was a he a little tubby and too fond of rich sauces and dessert? He left his papers to UNC-Chapel Hill and some family member appears to have donated more of them.

..and UNC-Chapel Hill burned all the papers and everyone cheered

PLAGAL was one of the most quintessential (i.e., made up of horrible people, though only, probably, two or three) right-wing extremist gay organizations. It was started by this horrible queen named Tom Sena, or as many liked to refer to hm, Tomasina. Tom fell down the stairs drunk at the Firetrap and died after spending several weeks in a coma. It was one of those occasions where you though, "Hell has just gone downhill"

Thinking about it, when I first came out, Joe was one of the most noticeable trolls at places like JRs. I don't remember seeing him anywhere else. He stood out--he was older and just seemed mad or unhappy. He wasn't fat. But he had the attribute of managing not to be attractive in any way.

I don't know how I got to know him. I'm guessing at the dinner with him and Deacon M. When he learned I wasn't a right-winger, I earned his disdain. A long while later, when he realized that even his disdain would not get me to sleep with him, he would only sneer when he saw me. (For him, it was leer or sneer.). I would always be friendly, and he'd just hiss.

I remember reading about him leaving his "papers" to some institution. No surprise at the presumption.

And to be clear, any interest Joe might have had in me was not because I was some kind of catch. When you're a crab, a chicken neck looks delicious.

BUMP!

I’m cute GW, American U, and Georgetown guys leaving Badlands at the end of the evening when it shuts down. Is anyone we talked to tonight having an afternours party at their apartment?

I'm John Barrowman, face down/ass up at the Crew Club when performing in D.C.

I’m the twink who was groped by Cookie Buffet.

Yes R289, I was one of those also. I’m 43 now. We lived in the same world :)