Guerilla Femme Beer Bust
Ah, Sunday afternoon drinking. They have a wonderful concept here called a "beer bust" where on a particular day (say, Sunday) you go into a bar and pay a set price (say, $8) and drink all you want. I'm sure that's against RSA, but they don't have RSA here, so who cares? A group calling themselves the Guerilla Femmes announced an invasion of the beer bust at a gay (mens) pub on Folsom, which I went to because I loved the sound of the name. "Guerilla Femme" evokes a lot to me from my early uni years as an outspoken "Gorilla/Guerilla Feminist" with proudly hairy legs and underarms (and big boots and short skirts)*. The group of women there seemed pretty evenly divided between the femmes of the butch/femme scene and the femme-femme dating couples who sat way at the other end of the bar. Slip and I sat in between watching the pool game- the femmes kicked the resident gay boy's ASSES and the boys retreated to the other room to sulk.
The location for all this was my favourite pub I've been into yet here (apart from the incredibly skanky toilet, singular). It has pirate flags, leather flags and rainbow flags flying out the front, the doors are thick sun-blocking rubber, the inside is pitch black and lit only by wierd techie tube lights strung up around ancient bike parts and assorted scrap metal. The walls are covered in pictures so crowded it's hard to distinguish them (vintage San Francisco portrait beside a Tom of Finland of two naked men beside a close-up of anal fisting). The music is loud and hard and there are hooks on the walls for leather jackets. It's like if the Manacle and the Phoenix got together and birthed their baby in a gay biker porn archive. Filthy and gorgeous in that dirty, proud way, reeking with history. A boy I was chatting to told me Amistead Maupin had set some stories there and that seems likely.
To the beer bust I wore an outfit that I really liked: my long raggy black crinkled skirt, boots, a strapless top, full length gloves, pink spiky collar, and my pink "BAD GIRL" belt. I haven't worn that belt in a while, but I think it may have found it's place here.
*I no longer have hairy legs or underarms. I have mixed feelings about this. I know it standardises me. That is a pro and a con, as always.