Personal Narrative: The Gay Dance
That week, when I was twenty-one, I tried to ignore the fact that the only template I had for how to prepare for the club scene was Queer as Folk, the “gay show” that the gay world holds up as a holy grail. All the characters are white. The only black guys I saw on the show were in the background go-go dancing or with the extras hidden in the dark. The music in each show was disco tinged pop songs with a modern cut of a diva’s voice yelling “let’s hear for the boys.” Hip-hop was around, but in small doses, just like the awareness of colored boys on the dance floor.