Writing on this gorgeous early spring Sunday afternoon from my neighborhood country western gay pub. It is not lost on this Southern queer how delightful it is that such a place exists—and in Brooklyn!
I wasn’t ready to go home before the sunset; I wanted to soak in the blue skies, be surrounded by other queer folks, and put my gay dollars to work. But …
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