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I was exposed to those scenes of animal pawing, sucking, and release because I had to use the hellish toilet and wait in line in that hallway. It was like something by Hieronymus Bosch.
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Whenever they did that, the light from the storage room would briefly illuminate the hallway and one would get a full view of the various acts and contorted positions of the people on the floor and walls of the hall. What was disconcerting was that employees of the bar used to open a door at the end of the hall which led to the storage rooms. The hallway was dark save small ultraviolet lights. The dark hallway itself was where the sexual activity itself took place. A dark hallway led to the toilets, which were barely lit cubicles. Others were fat and in t-shirts and/or open shirts and jeans. Some men were dressed in dark, worn suits, aged mockeries of the Latin lover stereotype. It was dark with very worn (and stained) red velvet furniture and, when one could make out faces in the dark, full of leering older men and their younger victims.
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That a gay bar existed there at all was incongruous. A city native friend of mine took me there precisely because he knew places like that (both apocalyptic parts of cities and scuzzy gay bars) make me uncomfortable. Any tourists that did manage to go there were either lost, kidnapped or simply went there to gawk at the ruins (as one may do in Detroit). It was remote, far away from the tourist areas of the city. It was in Mexico City in an apocalyptic part of the city with ruined concrete buildings and some shanties. I mentioned this bar on DL many years ago. I've been to the Hole in the Wall in San Francisco however, that was nothing compared to the sleaziest bar I ever visited. The last time I was there was the fall of 1980. It shut down in 1985 or so when I was in grad school at NYU. If I got the clap, I'd steal penicillin from my grandmother's barn. I'd jump in the tub to get pissed on and drink and piss on whoever was in the tub. The Mineshaft just fed into my sex addiction. I survived the 80s without becoming positive. Yeah I had a crush on Ivan and followed the band to places like Max' Kansas City and the Mudd Club when I was 15 or so. I had a head nodding relationship with Mapplethorpe from seeing him at around Patti and the band.
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There were advantages to being a short, blond twink.
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I was also able to get into Studio 54 in Levi's, a wife beater and biker jacket. I had a fake ID, but don't remember if I ever got carded. I was probably 16 1/2 when I first went there in 1978. by AnonymousĪnother vote for the Mineshaft. At that point, the urinal sitter grabbed the dirty cock and pulled the guy closer and shoved the cock in his mouth. The guy came up the bottom's ass, and when he pulled out there was visible santorum on his cock. Eventually a guy facing the urinal-sitter dropped his pants and a guy right behind him fucked him raw. It got increasingly crowded until it was shoulder-to-shoulder. Also I did resent that he was GOING to make everybody pee on him whether they were in the mood or not). I became pee shy for the first time in my life. (I found this more challenging that I should have. He was sitting in the trough urinal (good for him not being ashamed of his desires!) and would reach over and aim the stream at himself. I LOVE sleazy bathroom sex but one guy really gave me pause. I was there one weekday afternoon and went into the men's room to take a leak. Dark, sleazy decor, real rock music on the jukebox. The Hole in the Wall Saloon in San Francisco in the mid-90s had a lot that qualifies it for inclusion here.