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July 18, 2007
Flowers and Lube
Well, well...it looks like JJ's, St. Louis' perennial paunch-bellied pleather palace is once again in the news for ejecting customers based upon how they’re dressed. The story, Male identity, female ID: Man in transition barred from club is a cover story in this week's Vital VOICE.
Longtime readers of this blog may remember that I was once mauled by bears at that alternative lifestyle establishment when my costume for AIDS fund-raiser was deemed inappropriate.
While I have rarely ventured back to JJ’s, I have, on occasion, tried to get laid overcome my prejudice and given the place a shot.
Sadly, JJ’s has always disappointed and continues to disappoint by turning away transgender persons for being…well…transgender.
As for me, I doubt I’ll be going back anytime soon.
You see, one of my field operatives overhead the following while a couple of JJ's bartenders were discussing the bar's discriminatory practices and a few choice words I had about the bar in the Vital VOICE article:
"You know, that Rob Thurman....he's nothing but flowers and lube!"
Talk about off-the-mark!
I much prefer strawberries.
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Related: RFT’s archival coverage of the hoo-hah.
So, they just flat out tell the paper they discriminate even on gender? That bar will be open until one irritated dyke takes them to court for their policy. So friggin' lame.
It's not like anything happens in that bar anyways. No fisting? No pissing? Everyone knows you go to the Hoist in London or practically any fag bar in Germany for socially liberal attitudes toward sex.
So drag queens get turned away at the door, but the drug dealers get their own bathroom to do business?