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Friday, February 12, 2010

The gay bar of my dreams

Is there a gay bar in San Francisco for guys who prefer vintage and thriftstore outfits to department store/designer chic, Nina Hagen to Britney Spears, and Ben Whishaw to Brad Pitt? If so, I want to go there. Often.
Posted by Longshanks at 4:29 PM
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Cheers! I'm Tony, and this is m'blog. I'm not sure it isn't a colossal waste of time, but I write compulsively and need an outlet. I am a wandering artistic soul in search of friends, collaborators, intellectuals, book-lovers, cat-lovers, daydream believers, fellow artists and vagabonds on spiritual and creative quests. I am or have been a poet, freelance journalist, zinester, painter, amateur filmmaker, clotheshorse and human-tiger hybrid. I currently reside in a charming chateau atop the highest hill in San Francisco, with a view of the entire queendom spread shimmering below. On warm summer nights I play a few notes on my clarinet and Ben Whishaw emerges from the nearby woods and climbs up a ladder to my chamber and we drink claret and share our innermost secrets. We talk until words like "night" and "morning" entirely lose their meaning. It's as lovely as it sounds.
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