I think @QueerUK (http://www.queeruk.net/) tweeted this question the other day. I clicked the link to their forums which were typically a celebration of the gay community and a series of stories about groups of friends and people that met on the scene.
I guess I've never felt totally at ease on the scene. As a young whipersnapper, or chicken I guess is the animal homolingo these days, I used to sneak out of the house and go to Birmingham on the train as there was a gay scene there. Naturally at the ages of 16 and 17 there was no way I could afford the taxi fare back to my parents in rural Worcestershire so I would make it my perogative to bed a local guy in birmingham and get up early to get the train home. Me and the gay scene didn't get off to the best of starts, I suppose, I put too much pressure on it and often ended up with second rate guys in order to just get a crash pad in birmingham.
I went to university in Leeds and studied theatre, I guess at this point I was pretty contented with my sexuality. A lot of the lads on my course and in my acquaintance were just 'coming out' and were discovering the mainstream gay scene in Leeds, which I must add, is quite limited. I guess I was a child of the grunge generation and I didn't really like the happy poppy music that was associated with these places; all my mates would much prefer the cheese rooms rather than the dance rooms. Don't get me wrong I would still go in the hope of finding someone else stood in the corner scowling and looking distressed, and the 'pound a drink' promotion was also an obvious attraction. As my time in Leeds went on I got more and more despondent to the scene, it got increasingly sex oriented and everytime I went out on it I felt enormous pressure to either be a half naked adonis type or at least have my tongue tickling someone elses tonsils. I got a bit uncomfortable with that being the normal image of a gay man, some sort of sex crazed nympho that works-out too often, so I went in pursuit of something different.
I found a night called Suck My Left One put on by a feminist/queer collective called Manifesta. This night seemed much more up my street. DIY in appearance and policy, operating in a demacratic social space, relaxed, no dress codes, no pressure and a much more interesting and dynamic range of music featuring riot grrrl, punk, indie and alt sounds. I don't really believe this existed as part of an intentional 'gay scene', but was created as a sort of anti-scene by people who were fed up of the way the established scene represented them as mindless sex-bots. I think the thing that seperates the two realms is politics, the Suck My Left One crowd definately consisted of more activists, and people committed to equal rights in all aspects of gender and sexuality. It was definately more queer than gay. In a way I began to feel attached to this community as it felt progressive rather than regressive and still enjoy it when I discover a club night with a similar ethos or aesthetic. I've been searching about for nights like this London but nothing seems to have stood out, unskinny bop at the Star of Bethnal Green is trying but isn't quite DIYenough, so suggestions are welcome.
Throughout this time I had been attending psytrance and techno raves at house parties, squats and fields around Leeds and further afield. I thought this to be the ultimate dancing experience, and I still do, to be honest. My heart is here but I craved being in a place where homosexuality or at least a queer sexuality was normal and not just accepted. I believe I would be happy if I could find a gay techno night that was playful, less masculine than the bear-heavy clubs of vauxhall as I find being that far down the s'traight-acting' scale actually is a bit scary. I think the whole scene needs to take the prettiness of boys less seriously, I cannot help but associate vocal house with a picture of toned twink type waving his arms about and vocal techno with a skinnheaded cub dancing away. If i could find a gay psytrance rave I'd truly have found my ultimate gay scene experience, I get the feeling this wont ever happen.
What do I think of the gay scene? I think it needs to cater for more music tastes than cheesy pop and vocal house. I think it needs to present itself less as a meat market where man meets man and then pound each other in the toilets. I think it needs to be less patronising to it's clientele and let them know that actually its okey to read up on your LGBT and Queer history and theory (even if that is just by watching Sean Penn in Milk). I feel cheated by the gay scene in a sense, I thought it would be this lovely loving community of acceptance and equality but what I actually found was some very snide and bitchy scene queens, cliques, arrogance and a pre-occupation with prrettiness and fucking. Perhaps I've just always been into the alternative and therefore feel more myself in somwhere that feels a bit different, but these places seem harder and harder to find, and even more difficult is finding a gay group of mates who would want to go with you. I find that on the psytrance scene going it alone is much more acceptable and wish this trend would follow through into the gay world but I would probably just get branded as one of those guys that hawk for a shag at the side of the dance floor. Still, I will keep searching for the ultimate gay-scene or anti-gay-scene leisuretime experience, and still, I will most likely enjoy the experience which ever side of the line it falls on.
I've never been out on the scene much. I grew up in Colchester where there was one gay pub 10 miles out of town, and went to Uni in Lincoln where there were just the two bars to choose from. I chose neither. Leeds seems to have a bit more variety at least...I used to really like Ice Cream, shame that has ended. I've heard about Suck My Left One, that sounds like the kind of night I'd enjoy. To be honest I just go where my friends are. Pulling has never been a big aim of my night, so going where there are boys to pull isn't that high up on the list. A gay psytrance night does sound appealing!
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