Last Saturday I got dressed and went out to BJ’s Carousel here in Denver. It’s a nice little gay bar that has drag performers on the weekends and is apparently one of the local weekend TG hangouts. I’ve heard about the place for years but always put off going, since I hate to go out alone, but I actually had a really nice time. The place was friendly and relaxed and I met some nice girls, enjoyed the performers, and got heavily hit on by an older guy. He was nice and was kind enough to buy me a drink. We chatted and flirted for a while but I had to be honest with him and make it clear up front that I wasn’t going home with him, which he seemed okay with.<\/p>\n
What was really interesting about the club is that in addition to lots of gay men it was primarily drag queens, which is a crowd that I generally don’t get to hang out with. The bar that I usually go to in L.A. is mostly crossdressers and TS girls, with only a few drag queens. Most of the queens were pretty flamboyant and some were really beautiful – and actually everyone I talked to was pretty nice and quite friendly. I hope I can get back there a few times before I leave, as I really enjoyed it.<\/p>\n
On the way out, though, there was a disturbing incident. I was parked on the street and as I got into my car I noticed a car drive by just at that moment and then stop and pull into a lot a little ways ahead. I figured that maybe they were just waiting for my spot and would come back to get it after I left, but no, after I pulled out, they pulled in right behind me and started following me. This sort of thing is great for abduction fantasies but in real life it’s very disconcerting. I’ve only been followed a couple times in L.A. and it always shakes me up. So this time I just slowed way down and crept along, hoping that they would just give up. I never actually saw the guy (or guys), but he slowed down too and then as I fell way behind, he pulled off to the side and waited for me to pull up. Sure enough, as I passed, he pulled out again and started following. So this time I got into the left lane and just crept along at about 15 miles per hour. I was probably pissing everyone off behind me, but it seemed like drastic measures were called for. I just kept creeping along, and finally he passed and after a few more blocks turned off and left. I’m guessing that since I didn’t yell at him or try to engage him in any way he probably just lost interest – whatever he was up to. I breathed a little easier and headed back home. The really scary thing is that someone like this might be looking to beat up a tranny (or worse), or they may just be getting some cheap thrills by being a jerk. I didn’t want to find out and was glad to get home okay.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Last Saturday I got dressed and went out to BJ’s Carousel here in Denver. It’s a nice little gay bar that has drag performers on the weekends and is apparently one of the local weekend TG hangouts. I’ve heard about the place for years but always put off going, since I hate to go out … Continue reading BJ’s Carousel<\/span>