When I first moved to San Francisco last year, I quickly became a fan of Katy St. Clair's "Bouncer" column in SF Weekly. This week's column starts with a sentence that, if I had not already been a fan, would have pushed me over the edge.
"I know scientists are working diligently to isolate the so-called 'gay gene,' but while they are at it, I hope that they can also pinpoint the part of a gay man's brain that likes shitty dance music."
I've been hoping the same thing for years now. BRAVA, girlfriend! From a boy in the Bay who does NOT like shitty dance music, and cringes every time Britney or Lady GayGay or any other cheesy, dialed-in dance-pop crap starts playing on the jukebox of any bar or club I happen to be marooned in, on those relatively rare occasions when I find myself so marooned.
Read Katy St. Clair's latest Bouncer column here.
