Stiletto Pride, June 26th
Not too long ago, when I was a wee little babydyke, after the Pride March I would drink Bud Light out of a dixie cup with my babydyke friends on the streets of the West Village. There wasn’t anywhere for girls to go besides the overcrowded local lesbian bars, which were fine when it wasn’t Pride, but there was no way you were going to get in when every lesbian in the Tri-State area was trying to jostle her way into the three available venues. And now, look how far we’ve come.
Maggie C, a strange creature who doesn’t sleep like normal human beings, closed out Pride weekend with Stiletto Pride at The Park, a multilevel restaurant, bar, lounge and nightclub with both indoor and outdoor spaces for lesbians to engage in tomfoolery. Take a look.
Here’s Claire from The Real L Word, who is normal in real life, chilling with her normal-in-real-life girlfriend, Vivian. Shhh, I didn’t tell you that the cast may actually not be appalling most of the time. I know I just destroyed your perception of the entire universe, but you’ll get over it.
I just hope she’s figured out that I am not Dara, who is writing The Real L Word recaps, because I don’t want her sending the NYC Asian mafia after me. Asian on Asian violence needs to be stopped. Hey Claire, if you are reading this, I am not Dara. She is the other Asian on AfterEllen.com. She lives in L.A. I live in New York. We are not the same person, but based on direct and circumstantial evidence, I trust that you know how to tell Asians apart. Wow, this paragraph is so meta.
Now let’s look at more pretty pictures, including those of the dual waterslide. Yes, Maggie C installed a mini water park in the joint, because she is delightfully insane. Check it out!
DJ Brynn Taylor
As the night drew to a close, the ladies filed out of The Park, exhausted but glowing in the moonlight. A blanket of glitter swirled around the floor in the breeze. The next day, dirt and glitter and missing earrings were swept off the floor, and we returned to our regularly scheduled weekday drudgery.
But I have a proposal. While the feathers and rainbow flags and spontaneous fist pumps have gone the way of the buffalo, let’s keep the spirit of Pride going all year ’round. Bury the drama. Love thy neighbor. Smile at each other on the subway. Dare to make eye contact at lesbian parties and say “Hi.” Let’s not just survive. Let’s thrive.
Uh oh, I’m having another Flashdance moment.
Now I hear the music, close my eyes, I am rhythm / In a flash it takes hold of my heart.
Until next year, darlings!
All photos by Grace Chu