Clare Hand
is actually a self-described flaming London lesbian. She is spent the last season writing about
queer ladies night life
inside her area. She files the atmosphere, songs, styles, vibe (might you get set or generate brand new mates?), and the ones behind the nights.

made the decision which would not end up being directly to merely record dyke lifestyle in one single town, very she packed the woman handbags and hit the highway. She is discussed the thriving scenes in
Bay Area
, Bogota, São Paulo, Berlin, and Dublin so far; this record could keep broadening. Monitor the woman
Dyke Nightlife Diaries
right here.

Evening One

The very first thing i actually do as I get to an innovative new city is Bing my strategy to my personal peeps—”Queer pubs in…,” “Lesbian taverns in…,” “Gay bars in… .” Bogotá’s outcomes happened to be guaranteeing, with a lesbian club also known as Moza and some gay bars—mainly from inside the town’s new busy social hub, Chapinero.

On tuesday night, my girl and that I whizzed anywhere in just a little yellow cab to Moza. We pulled up, strode away, and unearthed that Moza had been no longer. It sealed down not long ago, revealed the security protect during the (hetero) bar that stands with its aftermath. El Mozo (Moza’s homosexual sibling club) ended up being coming, so we nipped over indeed there discover that it had vanished too.

We chose to recover in a non-gay bar; the venue had been lively with Latin rhythms and passionately Salsa dancing (right) couples. Lone dudes, their own breaths sweet with aguardiente (Colombia’s national liquor; just what tequila is to Mexico), came in mosquito-like droves, each on a mission to recover the unclaimed dames. These were all really polite and realized that a no required no, however the heteronormative fat within this club ended up being a large amount, specially when we would psyched ourselves upwards for every night of partying with countless Latin-lesbians.

We quickly remaining and went old school. Turning on all of our queer-dar design, we mooched all over streets trying to find our colleagues. It did not take very long before we came across (what we should made the decision happened to be) three other lezzas. We contacted and tentatively enquired about Moza and “bar homosexual,” while eying in the period of their own fingernails, hoping to possibly get a hold of a secret lesbian club or something like that associated with the sort.

They certainly were really thinking about the convo and talked around for some time about the lackluster lesbian world within their town. In a short time, the dykiest-seeming your new team (who’d been the absolute most vocal on the subject) kept to visit a house party. We were left with the various other two who hadn’t engaged in the gay talk therefore adamantly but happened to be eager to hold aside with us.

‘You desire girls?” she questioned enthusiastically.

We stated we did, assuming we had been on a gay-level. Off we hopped in a cab, which whisked us away for a good few blocks before winding up at an inconspicuous doorway in the middle of nowhere. The 2 protection protections (just who understood the chaperones) checked united states with utter bemusement. “Qué?” they stated over and over to the tips guide, just as if she was actually attempting to get multiple wildebeest in to the bar.

We ascended the mirror-covered stair case assuming we had been going up to a key queer mecca but eventually realized we’d been taken up a brothel. Obviously there’s nothing completely wrong with brothels—i am all for safe areas for gender employees to accomplish their own job—however, the feeling in this location had been terrible; a few appropriate guys, egos throbbing because they surveyed the bedroom of scantily clad females. Everyone provided us fascinated looks. They presented the hope we happened to be either planning to get or promote sex whenever all we actually wanted were to sip a cerveza and dancing to Sylvester. We kept rather rapidly, went home and mulled during the epic failure of one’s large homosexual evening out for dinner.

Night Two

Let us take to again. Theatron, Bogotá’s fourteen-room superclub, is ready to accept all, but it is a homosexual nightclub (is exact, the biggest homosexual nightclub from inside the american Hemisphere) in your mind. At 10 p.m., we had gotten for the 200-people queue, which wrapped across location’s underground car park like an anaconda. A techno bass thumped from ceiling, and everyone jittered with excitement.

Once internally, we paid 55,000 pesos ($17) and received just a little synthetic glass for endless beverages all-night. This will be a standard thing in Colombian clubs, and possesses a truly positive effect on the environment in; cash and trade tend to be taken from the space, without one risks being plunged into an existential crisis whenever checking their particular bank balance the following morning.

We roamed across the location bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and concluded that this isn’t truly a place. It’s a village that offers sanctuary to a huge number of pleasure-seeking men and women each week. Team orchestrate the room meticulously; herding flocks of people, keeping stairways free of charge and churning out mixer-after-mixer.

You’ll need weekly into the place to really can grips with-it. Home music played in the main open-air region. It is created like an urban area centre, with increased DJ porches in the centre and beverage bars, meals stores, and bars on their borders. There have been at the least ten DJs each night. They combined countless types in several unique places. Reggaeton played in a chapel, pop in a giant amphitheater. Donna Summers played within the psychedelic disco space, Celia Cruz is found on from inside the salsa suite, and a DJ travelled in from Berlin to take control the techno chamber.

From my observations that evening, it seems that different genres attract various levels of heteronormativity. Salsa and reggaeton had been exactly about the heteros dry-humping within the chapel’s stained glass windows. The pop music space was actually mostly younger, jubilant gay guys flailing their arms while they drunkenly serenaded their pals. Techno did actually attract the most alternative lewks (piercings, died-hair, some fetish gear). It had been more queer area, though reigned over by tanked gay dudes exactly who jumped products and de-clothed given that evening developed.

We had been Latin American; there have been a number of gringos from neighborhood hostels and just a number of dark individuals. All in all, there had been possibly three additional queer femme lovers boating the venue. One duo had corresponding yellow and blue-dyed bobs. Another were a Mexican few I would sat close to about jet to Bogotá— we plainly relocate tiny circles.

We gravitated towards queerness of techno roo but left at about midnight to go to (whatever you believed ended up being) the ladies’s commodes: a pink entrance, a protection guard out top, plus the term “Eve” created above the door.

We thought this was a really glam entrance to a lavatory even as we mounted the glittery-pink stairway. When we smack the leading, we realised this particular had been no lavatory and now we had accidentally uncovered a secret lesbian club. In fact, Bogotá’s only lesbian bar—period.

The room had been kitschy: fuchsia pleather couches, a hot green bar, pop-art paintings of dykons like Ellen, Gwen, Gaga, and Ginger lined the walls. There seemed to be a-pole dancing level (that has been undoubtedly becoming used), a huge dance-floor, together with only feminine DJ from inside the building.

There have been about thirty people within. Initially each of us danced in a big kumbaya asexual circle, as it was cold and unknown who was queer and who had been only experiencing the femme electricity (in a great way).

As the night evolved and also the DJ started flowing more steamy Latin (Reggaeton and dancehall) rhythms across the crowd, couples started developing remaining, correct, and hub. The area shortly turned into exactly what can only be referred to as a clothed live-demo of this A-to-Z of waiting lesbian gender roles. Couples brand new and outdated happened to be positively choosing it. It absolutely was natural, hedonistic, Sapphic secret.

Though we had been efficiently encased in a massive gay club, the lack of door policy, better area plan, or productive prioritization in the venue’s primary access required that the specified location showed a blessing for all of us lezzas. This key lesbian bar had been the only real place in the location where a lady could kiss a female with no concern with starting a close look to a sniveling inebriated guy baring his teeth with glee. We accepted the liberty of Eve, in the secret lesbian bar.

In front from the bar (we might also come in the side doorway) endured a large metal gate, 2 yards by 2 yards (6.5 feet by 6.5 feet), with three home ladies claiming “solamente por chicas” on recurring. Many first got it and managed to move on, but little batches of dudes lurked outside the gate, lingering for five or 10 minutes, standing on their unique tip-toes like horny meerkats, wanting to sneak-a-peak into the restricted territory.

Once the clock struck 3 a.m., we pried our selves away from Eve so we could encounter a lot of location. While doing the rounds inside stunning, sprawling town of hedonism, we came across Lotus, a “unicamente hombres” area (apparently designed to create a safer area for gay guys to explore from the combined crowd). It’s safe to say, there are no groups of ladies clambering getting a glance inside here.

We headed right down to the techno space and invested the remaining couple of hrs acquiring flushed with these individuals. We kept at 5 a.m., happy for found this truly unique location, as well as happier for uncovered Bogotá’s secret lesbian bar.

Theatron Calle 58 #10-32, Bogotá, practice