Last night I went to a very popular gay nightclub here in KC. It’s rather large and attracts a variety of people including twinks, leather guys, transsexuals, drag queens, alcoholics, jocks, college guys, older men, and straight girls. . . lots of straight girls.
Anyway, as a friend and I were talking on the patio a procession of staight girls stumbled through led by a very intoxicated bride to be. Yup, it was the dreaded bachelorette party. For some reason, this bar is a very popular spot for bachelorette parties and there is at least one, if not more, each weekend. At first I didn’t think anything of it, but as I continued to watch them drink out of their penis straws I thought, “what the hell?” Here I am, a gay guy in a known gay establishment who does not have the right to marry, and in front of me are people celebrating that very right. Loudly flaunting it in the face of every gay person in that bar. The more I thought about it the madder I got.
It wasn’t their fault that gays in most of the US are denied the right to marry, and they were probly very open minded and would be for it. Maybe. But until all Americans are given the same right to marry, I think bachorette parties should not be allowed in gay establishments.
Maybe I’m overreacting. Nah, I don’t think so.
