Lots of fags experiencing the same scene they experienced the last time they were out, complete with the same music, same neon, same, same, same.
We boys at Guerrilla Queer Bar have a remedy for this situation, the logical solution for our celebratory wanderlust, a refreshing and simple idea that we think you might like. Take a pack of fun people to an altogether different bar that may or may not be expecting us. Why limit ourselves to Montrose (yawn) and Mid Town? Alcohol is distributed all over town kids!
Let's heed my mothers sage advice on social situations:
"It's not where you go dear, it's who your with."
Guerrilla Queer Bar will serve as the coordinating point for these outings, chiefly through our email list (sign up!). Email messages annoucing the next destination and date will be irregular, fairly brief, and typically short in notice. The email list will not be used to promote commercial events, nor will it degenerate into an every-event-in-a-warehouse type list.
You may be wondering, "Hey, the word 'guerrilla' comes from the French 'guerre' (war). Will these adventures take the form of sneak-attack-hostile-takeovers of straight/other bars? Answer: not at all cupcake. This is not critical MaryMass. We aren't going for strength in numbers as much as surrealism in numbers. Any real "attack" would violate my mother's other piece of advise on social situations...
"Never piss off your bartender."
So let's all meet out, warm some new barstools with our scrumptions, firm butts, and see what kind of trouble we can get into. For the record, our general attitude about the appropriate way to comport ourselves was summed up nicely by cultural critic, philisopher, partyboy Walter Benjamin back in 1938...
"I at once appropriated for myself the Kafkaesque formulation of the categorial imperative, "Act in such a way that the angels have something to do."
Isn't that just disco? Well, we'll be in touch (and I don't mean N'touch'sweetie).