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Sully people are sending in stories about their first time visiting a gay bar. Mine was about 11 years ago, after some silk-screening thing my buddy Keith and I popped into some bar on the LES for a quaff. Me being oblivious as usual, it took about 45 minutes before I even started to wonder "Hey, why are there no girls here? How come nobody else is wearing a shirt? Why does every dude kiss the bartender when he leaves? On the lips? Why has Keith been in the bathroom for 25 minutes? Is he okay? Should I go in and check on him?"
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