1. The shit field: The small dog park in my apartment building has become a chaotic biohazard. It’s generally too filthy to use, and we can hear dogs barking long into the night.
The number of dogs some tenants have contributes to the problem. You have to be paying really close attention when you have four dogs running around.
2. Bank of America: The bank by my apartment keeps getting robbed. It happened earlier this year, and apparently again yesterday. I wonder what the security situation over there is.
1. Why some gay bars refuse to play hip-hop music: It’s usually because of racism.
We had an unfortunate situation in the gayborhood recently. The short story: A DJ at one of the bars allegedly complained about black customers requesting hip-hop music. Variants of the n-word were used to refer to the customers.
Of course this conversation happened via text, and screenshots were widely circulated on Facebook. Now people are outraged and some are boycotting that bar.
This is part of a broader tendency of gay bars to shy away from playing hip-hop music. The perception among some bars is that hip-hop music attracts an unsavory crowd that doesn’t spend much money and tends to get into fights.
The problem is that “we don’t play hip-hop because of the crowd” is often a veiled way of saying “we don’t want black people here.”
The result is that hip-hop (other than the stray Beyonce song) gets relegated to the bars with the worst standards, and stereotypes just reinforce themselves.
Who knew that chain dive bars were a thing? Beauty Bar is a bumping place in the Knox/Henderson neighborhood of Dallas. It’s a nail bar during the day, and a dance club at night.
Beautiful people at Beauty Bar in Dallas (Hi Walter!)
Beautiful people at Beauty Bar in Dallas (Hi Walter!)
The No Requests sign at Beauty Bar in Dallas.
Beauty Bar is a small, single-room place with a retro setting. (It actually reminds me a lot of Liquor Lyle’s in Minneapolis.)
We had gay pride parades in Dallas and Fort Worth, long pool days, and trips to Six Flags Over Texas. I will cover everything in posts this month because I’ve promised myself to stop having a Truman Capote dilemma and finally start blogging again.
Last week I started my new job and it was exhausting.
Moving to The Dallas Morning News was a dramatic change for me.
Back in Minnesota, I worked on a 7,000-person suburban corporate campus. The Thomson Reuters campus was so huge that I had law school classmates who worked there for years before I ran into them. It was also common not to recognize anyone in the hallways if you didn’t work in that part of the building.
Since moving to Dallas, I worked from home and didn’t see coworkers in-person unless I was visiting a client’s office.
Now, I go to a downtown office every day. It’s nice being back in a real office because working from home started feeling like being under house arrest. I also had clients in every time zone, so there wasn’t a clear end to the work day.
All of the important local politicians spoke – the mayor, the police chief, the county judge – and tried to reassure the Dallas gay community that we are safe. The crowd then marched the length of the gayborhood from the Resource Center to the Oak Lawn monument.
Cops and cameras were everywhere.
Mourners lay flowers and candles at the Oak Lawn Pulse memorial.
Notifications lit up my cellphone like a Christmas tree this morning – a gunman killed at least 50 people at a gay nightclub in Orlando, and everyone was either sharing the news story or asking whether we lost anyone.
After confirming that our friends in Orlando were alive, we monitored the climbing death toll on our phones while walking the dogs through downtown Dallas. There were more than a dozen bicycle cops on the Katy Trail, and a few nervous security guards at Klyde Warren Park.
Later we brunched in the gayborhood while discussing escape plans for each gay club – would we climb on the roof from S4’s second floor balcony? Is there a back exit door at Havana’s? Would gay guys run to their cars and get guns? (This is Texas, after all.)
The morbid emergency planning was broken by a swarm of people who flooded the Oak Lawn bars. There were cocktails, uncomfortable laughs, and armed security guards. We were uneasy, but still out and supporting each other.
Increased police presence in Oak Lawn after the Pulse nightclub shootings.
Pre-Pride is that quiet period between the Gay Super Bowl (the RuPaul’s Drag Race finale) and the beginning of Gay Pride week.
Dallas Gay Pride Parade participants practicing in front of iLume Park.
Pre-Pride is a roughly 5-week period in which we make half-hearted attempts to diet and save money/liver energy for the hot mess festivities of Gay Pride weekend.
It’s like Lent without the righteousness.
Why do we celebrate gay pride?
The modern Gay Pride parades started as an annual commemoration of the Stone Wall Riots.
Police clash with rioters at the Stonewall Inn
The quick story – On June 28, 1969, New York City Police raided a gay bar called the Stonewall Inn. Although such raids were common, this time the bar patrons fought back and kicked off several days of rioting.
The riots generated enough press and communal energy to spark the modern Gay Rights movement.
Homophobia is increasingly a social faux pas, although hate-crimes and issues like transphobia are still a huge problem.
Gay Pride has also evolved from a somber civil rights march to the closest thing that most U.S. cities have to carnival – an event with floats, elaborate costumes, and lots of booze.
A float at Miami Beach Pride in South Beach
Twin Cities Pride 2015 outside of Union Restaurant.
Dancing at the iLume Block Party at Dallas Pride.
A drag queen performing at the iLume Block Party.
A drag queen wearing a rainbow dress at the iLume Gay Pride block party.
Alyssa Edwards at the Dallas Gay Pride iLume block party.
Drag Queens on a float at the Alan Ross Gay Pride Parade in Dallas.
In places like Dallas, Gay Pride can sometimes feel like “just another event.”
Dallas celebrity and lifestyle guru Steve Kemble was the gay rodeo’s Grand Marshal.
Texas Bear Roundup weekend at Station 4 nightclub in Dallas
National Showman Pageant at the Round-up Saloon in Dallas, Texas.
A jazz talent number for at the Miss Dallas FFI drag pageant.
That is why Pride can seem like “just another drunken street parade” on par with St. Patrick’s Day.
Pride Parades still play an important role in small and midsized cities.
In places without established gayborhoods, Gay Pride is often the only public gay-friendly event.
Participants at Iowa City Pride 2013
Small-town Gay Pride parades attract tourists from the greater metro area (or state) and show the community that gay people do exist outside of dive bars. This is often crucial support for isolated young people.
The importance of small-city prides and gay tourism is why I am making an effort to travel to more Pride parades. My last small town pride was a while back in Iowa City. This year, I plan on hitting up some of the lesser-parades in Texas.
The bars in the gayborhood were packed on Monday night for the season finale of RuPaul’s Drag Race.
We watched the finale at Alexandre’s while sitting between an underweight boy who kept screaming “YASSS COME THROUGH!” and an overweight man who kept asking whether every drink he ordered “had carbs.” (The bartender lied to him, of course.)
After much anxiety, tweeting, and YAS!, we learned that Bob the Drag Queen won the title of America’s Next Drag Super Star.
Thank god!
The top 3 contestants were very similar to last year’s finalists – two younger Instagram-famous queens and a slightly older queen who prioritized comedy over glamour.
Finalists Bob the Drag Queen, Kim Chi, and Naomi Smalls.
There was a pageant of sorts at the Round-Up Saloon last night.
I have attended many gay bar employee drag shows, but this was by far the most entertaining. The event was hosted by Anesta Roches and one of our favorite bartender as “Peaches.”
There were inventive costumes, high-glamour, a bearded queen, and a lot of surprisingly good live singing by the employees who normally host the Round-Up’s karaoke nights.
All of the contestants at the 2016 Round-up Saloon employee drag pageant.
We go to a lot of drag pageants, but few are this good.
As a charity pageant, the expectations were very low – most employee pageants are half-assed comedy events featuring a lot of burly guys in Goodwill dresses. That is why we were pleasantly surprised by the effort that everyone put into their looks and acts.
I try really hard to dispel these stereotypes and convince my friends that Dallas is a modern, progressive, and huge city (instead of a country backwater).
…and then I spend my weekend cowboy boot shopping for a rodeo.
At least it was a gay rodeo.
We went to the Texas Gay Rodeo Association‘s Rodeo & Music Festival last Saturday. It was held at Texas Horse Park, which I’ve never been to before.