I finally made it out to Tracks Nightclub (after a couple failed past attempts) for their First Fridy “BabesArounDenver” – basically a really big gay women’s night. I knew that several local cd’s / tg’s would be there so I headed out early to find some parking. The club is pretty nice and very large, with several different rooms; apparently it’s one of Denver’s biggest gay clubs. Once it really got hopping there were probably about 500 women there, most of them lesbians, some guys and some trannies.

I can’t say I had as much fun as I did at Milk Bar the other night but it was okay. I know I’ve talked about this many times here before, but I know some people absolutely love nightclubs and are out partying every weekend, whereas I, on the other hand, am a total buzzkill when it comes to clubs. I’d say I like the idea of them much more than the reality. I mean, what’s the real point? To get drunk or get laid. And I don’t drink much at all and rarely ever get laid (for various reasons). There are those brief transcendent moments of dancing that can be very nice, and I will admit that seeing young lesbians kissing is pretty easy to watch. The thing that makes me uneasy about clubs, though, is that with the mixture of booze and sexual tension, there’s so often a slight edge of aggression to the festivities, as though everyone is there to fuck or fight, and either one could happen at any moment. It could just be me and my past, as I had a tough time of it way back in school and may just be hyper-sensitive to aggression, although I have pointed out this observation to others and some say, “Oh, yeah, I totally know what you mean,” and others look at me like I’m crazy: “What? Agression in a club? I’ve never heard of such a thing!”

At one point though, I was dancing with a cd friend whom I’ve known for many years and whom I only get to see from time to time and a straight couple were nearby dancing. The guy moved over and danced with us for a while but it was in that overly-pushy getting-in-your-space kind of way and it just made me feel uneasy. It was like, is he going to feel me up or punch me in the face? It just felt a little off and so often in clubs it’s a series of moments that just feel a little off. After closing, when people are in the street and trying to get out of the parking lot of course the behavior ratchets up a few more notches. So all in all it was, yeah, okay. I’ll probably go back eventually but I’m not making any special plans. In any case, here’s a quick shot last night just as I was heading out the door…