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Sunday, April 10, 2005

It’s the Stink

It’s nice that all Minneapolis bars are smokefree now. But the bars still stink, and there isn’t anything to blame it on. Well, other than built-up tar and carbon monoxide clinging to the ceiling from years of Marlboros and Parliaments, the stinking rancor of attitude dropped on the floor by haughty gay men, the stench of sweat and Aqua Di Gio mingled and smeared on the dance floor, the burning plastic covers on colored lights reflecting off shiny backs and gelled hair. It’s the stink of lust, of silliness, of thousands of catty remarks. It’s the stink that clings to your clothes, that burns your nose hairs, that invades your brain and creates a hole that can only be filled by evenings at the gay bar, that keeps you coming back for more, though each time you swear it’s your last.

Posted by Aaron on April 10, 2005 9:22 PM