This really happened. I was barely 21. I should have been barely 18 but was too scared to go sooner.
The first time I ever walked into a gay nightclub (Wham! 1011 Arnold Street, Greensboro), the DJ, Bobby “DJ” Smith, leaned out of the booth and said, “oh baby, fresh meat in the club, you’re so hot!” That scared the hell out of me yet I felt so validated.