Sapphic Pleasure Abounds At This Montréal Hot Spot
There’s a very good reason the bathroom line is long.
There’s a very good reason the bathroom line is long.
“We’ll sit by the window,” says one patron as they order a bottle of red, “so we can watch the world go by.”
People rather sheepishly sat around in a big circle waiting for a dominatrix to start a game of spin-the-bottle…
You arrive in a new city, filled with new faces, tastes, sounds, and eventually, if you play your cards right, you’ll end up in a room of queers, sweaty and synchronized, the same baseline surging through your spines.
There’s a unanimous sense of gratitude for She Soho, for this gathering of queer womxn, for the simplicity of this night, for the survival of our community spaces – places we may once have taken for granted, but never will again.
Minutes into the Facebook Live, we were taken by the (virtual) hand, and whisked away.
Nightlife is a serious art form.
The Lipstick Lounge is one of the finest looking lesbian bars I ever did see.
An unexpected journey.
As night fell, the Athenian lesbians came out to play.
According to the dyke nightlife diary: “Some of the best tops in London are in this building.”
It wasn’t the fantasy that I expected and I blame myself.
I’d either entered heaven or hell, the end of the world or the start of a new one.
Easily some of the most dedicated, impressive twerking I’ve ever seen.
It was raw, hedonistic, Sapphic magic.