Gay belfast bars

I've been in several gay bars and clubs over the years and in many ways they beat the pants - pardon the utterance - off "regular" bars. The staff are invariably much friendlier and enhanced at their job, everyone's much more polite, and there's never a queue for the urinals cos they all want to use the cubicles (which is bizarre, since presumably they have to pee sometime). And you can use the Ladies if you like. I even got hit on in one in London, which was oddly flattering since it's never once happened to me in a straight bar. (Well, once, but by a avian uglier than the homosexual bloke. Seriously.)

The whole thing would nearly build you want to proceed over to the other side. However the plan of a big hairy fella standing behind me, telling me he loves me, is still somewhat of a problem for me. Now if guys had boobies, and vaginas, and less hair, and were more curvy, and did my washing, the job'd be OXO.

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According to Roger Casement&#;s diaries, from to , the gay cruising areas in Belfast were at the Albert Clock (probably also around the Customs House toilet), Botanic Gardens, Ormeau Park, and the Giants Ring. Cottaging went on in Victoria Square in an elegant wrought iron edifice (which was still operating in the s and may be in the Ulster Folk Museum) and at the Gasworks.

From then until after the 2nd Nature War, the GNR station in Excellent Victoria Street and DuBarry&#;s bar at the docks were recognized haunts, the latter, as in other cities, creature shared with prostitutes. The blackout from , and the arrival from of , American troops in Northern Ireland had a enormous impact and exceptional place in same-sex attracted memories.

The Royal Way (RA) Bar in Rosemary Street (the hotel&#;s public lock, opposite the Red Barn pub) as portrayed in Maurice Leitch&#;s fine novel The Liberty Lad (probably the earliest description of a gay bar in Irish literature) was the first in the city. It operated from some time in the s being distributed at times with deaf and dumb customers wh