I'm Comming Out?

For all those not awake during class I am not gay. Professor Reisner much like the Supreme Being he claims to be, commanded that I attend a gay bar for my listening post project. After painstaking research which involved a Google search of gay clubs in Miami, I chose a club close enough not to waste gas but far enough not to encounter any family members.

The club I chose is called "Score Bar" and

 is located on Lincoln 

Road. Being very familiar with the club scene on South Beach I decided to jump into my project head first, con

trary to the advice given to us by the all powerful and all knowing Reisner: "research your location first!"

I went to the club on Saturday well dressed and pressed; I even took the time to match my belt with my shoes so that I would not stand out in the crowd. I got no more than 100 feet from the club when someone handed me a flyer that read: "Anything Goes Saturdays at Score." I quickly did an about face, un-tucked my shirt and ran from the idea of knowing what goes on Saturday night in a gay bar called "Scores."

After my rare case of chicken-shit-itiss, I sat at a nearby pizzeria called "Pizza Rustica," by the

 way great gourmet pizza, I recommend the bar-b-que chicken pizza. I know, I know, black people, bar-b-que and chicken, I have heard the stereotypes, but dammit they taste good.

I sat there eating my pizza and watched people pass by, I sat there interested in there stories, where they might be headed, what might they be planning, who was waiting for them, were they gay

 and were they heading to my listening post. That is when I realized two things; aside from a few exceptions I had no idea who was gay and I had absolutely no idea who I could or would meet inside the club. Unfortunately I still couldn’t bring myself to go inside, but as I was sitting at the table a guy I talked to in line while ordering my pizza spoke to me.

“How was the pizza,” he asked.

“Great you can’t go wrong with bar-b-que and chicken,” I said.

And from that simple interaction and having the score flyer on my table we spoke for a few minutes and he recommended I try “Score” on the karaoke night. By the end of the conversation dealing mostly with good food, sports, clubs and school I had a new understanding of what Reisner meant by 80 percent of success is just showing up. I did not make it inside but I have a new gay source and possible friend named Tony, although it eerily feels like a date but we going to meet at scores next Sunday night for karaoke.