She continued, "I can't pay you, but you can drink all night for free ... and I will put your name on the flyer." Free drinks all night? "Weeh!" I answered. (That means "yes" in French, right?).
So, this past Wednesday night I arrived at Buck 15 around 11:30 p.m., and recognized Doris from her MySpace pics. She was wearing a sleeveless black Motorhead T-shirt, a spiked belt, and black leather pants. I told her that I love Motorhead. "I don't," she answered. "It's just fashion." She gave me a bunch of drink tickets and I went to the bar. As Blondie's "Call Me" played on the sound system, Heather came up and introduced herself, kissing my cheek. This seemed to make Doris a little jealous, as she walked over and put her arm around her girl. "Anything goes here tonight," said Doris. "It's a gay bar, straight bar, and tranny bar rolled into one."
We sat on a couch and watched lesbians grinding on the dance floor as
"Day Without a Gay, December 10" was discussed. Apparently, in response
to the passing of Proposition 8 (which bans gay marriages), the
nation's LGBT community had chosen Wednesday to protest, Doris said. Instead of calling
in "sick" to school or work, participants were to call in "gay" (i.e. "I won't be in
today because I'm gay").
"We are not supposed to buy anything, either,"
said a man sitting next to me on the couch, "it is supposed to affect
the economy or something." He paused. "I find that so elitist." We
sipped our drinks and watched men grabbing each other on the dance
floor. "Those guys are creepy, especially the one wearing
the sunglasses," sad my new friend. As we walked towards the bar, he continued
talking shit. "Look at that big fat lesbian! Talk about a desperate
Doris walked over and introduced me to a tall woman. "Jason, this is
Madonna." As we shook hands, Madonna said, "I'm in the process of
getting my vagina."
The Electric Lounge takes place every Wednesday at Buck 15, 707
Lincoln Ln., Miami Beach. Doors open at 10 p.m.; admission is free.