But as we approached S4's concrete facade, my body went cold. My body was awash with that sort of post-tipsy, pre-drunk warmth as we walked the four short blocks to the club. It is perhaps the biggest of the gay bars along Cedar Springs and is notable for its multiple levels, a massive crowd of gyrating bodies, and because it is open later than the rest of the bars along the strip. The club is probably not dissimilar to Pulse in Orlando at the time it reminded me of Queer as Folk’s Babylon. We went to S4, a massive club that sits along a stretch of gay bars on Cedar Springs Road. A gay man had never invited me to do anything besides “arch your back.” I jumped. He was just a couple years older than me and spending his summer at his sister’s apartment in Dallas’ gayhorhood. One night, one of the men from behind the screen texted me asking if I’d like to go out with him and some friends. A couple of fumbling encounters in the backseat of my Chevy Suburban later and I was not only gay, but I was a man.
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That summer I would find out what it was to be gay.įor the most part, this meant trolling online message boards as a cascade of dicks standing at various states of attention threw a series of increasingly foreign acronyms at me: ASL, DDF, BDSM. Between days folding cotton v-necks at the Gap and nights smoking cigarettes and drinking warm liquor in local parks with high school friends, I’d set myself a goal. The summer after my freshman year of college, I returned home to Texas. What I didn’t know at the time is that those two short words, spoken quietly and hastily, had inducted me into a community. I also knew, from the entertainment industry, that being gay meant dying… either from a hate crime or AIDS. I did know, from personal experience, that being gay meant being called “faggot” and being ostracized. It was probably only the second time I’d said it aloud. “I’m… gay” I stammered to a friend as she sat in the passenger seat of my car.