Mickey is full of it.Įvery gay bar I have ever been in on earth, let alone early 80's LA, is live and let live, polite, welcoming, whatever you are is fine with them (a shout-out to my boys at "Ripples", still an institution in Long Beach, where my very straight Dad and I go for drinks when I'm home, a family tradition for twenty years). There was never an incident that I heard of or witnessed, of anyone feeling weird or hostile or unwelcome. Even groups of nervous straight frat guys would slouch in every now and then, drawn in for the same reasons everyone else was: good drinks, nice people, fun. These places were filled with couples and friends of every imaginable orientation, gender, etc. They weren't as picky as they should have been about checking ID's, which probably stemmed from an impulse not be judgmental or unwelcoming, which permeated these bars. ![]() ![]() My straight boyfriend and I (a het girl) and our gay friends spent too many hours in the fantastic gay bars of Long Beach and LA. I graduated high school in 1982 in Long Beach, California, a beach town an hour south of LA.
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