13/03/2026
I still remember my first time walking into Fly (RIP 🪦).
Before that, being gay mostly lived in my head. Quiet, private, something to hide.
Then suddenly… there were other men like me. Laughing. Dancing. Flirting. Being themselves without apology.
It allows me to be more me and simply let go of my inhibitions around looking at men, flirting, and even dancing.
Gay bars have long been more than just places to drink. They’ve been spaces to find community, explore who you are, meet people who get it, and feel a sense of belonging that many of us didn’t have growing up.
For a lot of us, that first gay bar experience was a rite of passage.
Do you remember your first time walking into a gay bar? What was it like?