Hey, we were just talking about this! The above is Limelight in the light of day!
A straight coworker who often takes foreign friends to any kind of bar they want took some Mexican tourists to a bar in the Meat Packing district, called the Anvil.
Now my parallel tale was that I used to go-go dance at a club named Meat that eventual became Hell.
However in the discussion, we believe that the same space became varying named iterations.
Lime Lite on 23rd, again I would go-go dance in the cage suspended 50 feet above the dance floor, I got the job because I would go after work and routinely get home with my dress shirt, the back of it, dirty. I enjoyed dancing, a lot.
Limelight, housed in an abandoned church on 6th Avenue in Manhattan, had a room—-my God I remember the smell—- about 30 x 30 which would be packed but very low light or UV lights so it sort of democratized absolutely going for pretty people. What happened was you would squeeze in and based upon generally body shape, from feeling/being felt up, you’d engage. It could be as much as making out, to oral sex, to full on anal sex. The interesting part about this was that all boundaries were respected. A gentle hand push and the person would stop and ask you what you wanted or move on. You could observe, consider, decide. It was very sex positive.
The side entrance was gay and lead to a whole separate section of the club that spilled into the main part so instead of waiting out front with the dweebs, you’d go in the side door and then work your way through the club. The gay side had less people so it was nicer, you could breathe, move around, dance and then you could make your way to one of three areas that were sex rooms.
Generally flyers advertise back rooms, T rooms, Tea rooms and that means sex, making out of frottage is occurring in the backroom. The majority of bathrooms are patrolled but plenty happens in them, especially stalls. There’s routinely patrols but not too many patrols. The big concern is rape and drugs, not consensual sex. And most of it is consensual.
Some clubs now are exclusively sex clubs and bathhouses and then there’s a bar area, an inversion of the idea. Taking someone home is when you’ve made a real connection, male same sex (and yes, some lesbian clubs too) can be very honest in sex, intimacy and connection or there not being all three but a willingness to accept one or two. It’s healthy in doses but not as a regular thing. I personally went through a phase that I can see now, where for about 1 year before I went off to college I worked full time to help pay the mortgage and bills and answered all of my questions. My saving grace was that I didn’t drink nor do drugs. I learned to drink at 25. Then at 30ish I was working and volunteering for LGBT organizations so I was out and about more, answering and asking questions and compiling topics for workshops so I explored on another level on and offline and I would say refined my sexual interests.
If you can control yourself, like a buffet dinner it’s wonderful a couple or few times a year. When it’s your weekends for more than a year, I think that’s when it’s problematic.
Smile, Kyle
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