What I Learned as a Straight Man Working in a Gay Bar

<p>After finally surrendering to my friends, we pulled up to an old, classy 1930s building with stairs from the parking lot and colossal glass doors at the entrance. While parking our car, the thud-thud-thud of dance music could be heard, but no one could see where it was coming from. There was a long line of people, approximately two hundred or more, all dressed to the nines. It wove from somewhere inside, out through the large glass doors, down the stairs, and into the parking lot, terminating not far from us. We walked up and took our place at the end.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/backyard-theology/what-i-learned-as-a-straight-man-working-in-a-gay-bar-fce148154329"><strong>Website</strong></a></p>