A new year, a new decade and above all a new perspective on what our city has to offer in Lesbian Arts Culture and Entertainment. I enter this new year with a mission, to venture out beyond a borough and beyond one particular scene, to do my very best to seek out as much LACE as possible. Often times we remember we are the minority, although amongst our friends and our queer-centric worlds its easy to forget. However, as you skim through L Magazine or Time Out and even Go our options seem limited and perhaps they are…But I am on a quest to find whatever I can to share with whomever is interested in exploring what one of the most queer vibrant cities in the world has waiting for them just a hop, skip and subway ride away. I resolve to get off my ass, get out of Brooklyn–on occasion–and venture to new Lesbian spaces..the final frontier. These are the voyages of one woman’s quest to explore new queer worlds, to seek out new lesbians and new queer communities, to boldly go where no dyke has gone before.
This past weekend was, as I hope we all remember, New Years. There were house parties, dinner parties, dance parties and those who were so overwhelmed by it all that they just kicked back and stayed in their warm apartments on the frigid entry into 2010. I decided to gather the troops and have a potluck to start off the night, followed by a good friends 1962 themed party–just across the street, lucky me–and…well, what seemed to be the only queer game in town–Brooklyn– for a dance party, That’s my Jam. The potluck was a huge success fitting a good 12 people around a makeshift dining room table (my 6 seater pushed up against a card table along the couch, “cozy”). The party was another scene all together with waves of red lipstick and pompadour do’s, everyone squeezed in tight in order to make it to the countdown.
Finally, we rounded up the troops, managed to flag two cars driving down Underhill and moved along to Fort Greene’s #1 queer party, where the fire marshals have been known to swing on by, That’s my Jam. As we entered, there wasn’t the usual mayhem to get in, lines wrapped all the way up the ramp. No no. we just walked right in and made our way downstairs to the commonly sweaty, packed to capacity dance party only to find it at a comfortably pleasant capacity with a performance of highly un-danceable MC’s jumping around spitting lines something along the lines of I’m a Fab Fag–as there is no question those lovely boys certainly where fabulous fags–however, was it the best choice for a 12:30 a.m set the night of New Years as people entered what they were anticipating to be a vibrating dance floor moving in motion to DJ Tikka Masala’s rhythms…? I’m gonna have to speak my truth and based on the vibes I was getting as people were desperately trying to shake their derriere but sadly failing as it was not derriere-shakable, I say, NO, not the best choice for the evening. Once that hump was surpassed and the music began to play some crowd-pleasing Prince and Lady GaGa, we as well as the comfortably filled house began to move. The approximate 40% male 60% female turnout was a pleasant surprise as our queer male friends, after several unsuccessful attempts at going and being the two or three of 6 boys in the room, decided not to attend that final venture of the evening. All in all TMJ turned out to be a successful evening. The ladies (and boys) of all shapes, sizes, ethnicity’s and style turned out, solid DJ’ing, attentive bar tenders and all in all good vibes was the take-away for the evening. Looking forward to the next TMJ January 23rd at The Bell House.
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