A bowl of personal identity served with blueberry pie
I don’t usually do this, or more precisely, I’ve never done this before. But as part of my plan to try new things, I went to a gay bar, alone. Well, the description of Abrazo was gay AND lesbian, but by 12pm, I was one of the last three female standing. I’ve been to all the lesbian only places here in Taipei and I’ve been very disappointed by their plastic cups and so, on Friday night, I said to myself: awkward or not, I’m getting a good drink.
I guess it’s pretty universal that lesbians don’t have so many options when it goes to hanging out and Taipei is no exception even with it’s (slightly more) vibrant LGBT scenes. I wasn’t too sure what I was up for when I stepped into Abrazo but at least the comments said they had good solid cocktails. And so there I was, trying to chat up the handful of girls that were there who either left after one drink or turned out to be straight (not that I don’t like straight people, I just feel more comfortable with lesbians).
By midnight, I was dancing with a group of gays. It wasn’t too bad actually. They were friendly (to a point where they were a little protective of me in their little circle) and didn’t smell of sweat or bad cologne. There are so many rumors that say lesbians and gays don’t get along which is something I’ve never really understood (I mean, seriously, we’re already a minority). Well, yes, there are some gay guys I’m not eager to meet all the time but then again it goes the same for some of my straight guy friends.
I’m glad I puckered up the courage to go there and, finally, to have stiff whiskey from actual shot glasses instead of flimsy plastic cups.
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