Clare Give
is actually a self-described flaming London lesbian. She is invested the last 12 months currently talking about
queer ladies’ night life
in her own town. She documents the environment, songs, trends, vibe (might you get put or generate brand new mates?), and people behind the nights.

Clare
decided this won’t end up being to only document dyke night life in one single city, thus she packed the woman bags and smack the street. She’s written about the thriving scenes in
Nyc
,
San Francisco Bay Area
, Bogota, São Paulo, Berlin, and Dublin up until now; this record helps to keep increasing. Keep an eye on the woman
Dyke Nightlife Diaries
here.

Night One

The initial thing I do whenever I get to an innovative new city is Google my option to my peeps—”Queer taverns in…,” “Lesbian taverns in…,” “Gay bars in… .” Bogotá’s outcomes happened to be guaranteeing, with a lesbian club known as Moza and some gay bars—mainly inside the town’s brand new active social hub, Chapinero.

On saturday evening, my girlfriend and I whizzed across town in a tiny bit yellowish taxi to Moza. We pulled upwards, strode out, and unearthed that Moza was actually no longer. It shut down a while ago, demonstrated the safety guard from the (hetero) club that stands in aftermath. El Mozo (Moza’s homosexual brother bar) ended up being coming, so we nipped over here to track down that it had vanished also.

We chose to recover in a non-gay bar; the venue was lively with Latin rhythms and passionately Salsa dancing (right) partners. Lone men, their breaths sweet with aguardiente (Colombia’s nationwide alcohol; just what tequila is always to Mexico), came in mosquito-like droves, each on a mission to access the unclaimed dames. These were all very polite and comprehended that a no designed no, although heteronormative fat inside bar ended up being a lot, especially when we might psyched ourselves upwards for per night of hanging out with hundreds of Latin-lesbians.

We quickly left and moved old school. Flipping on all of our queer-dar, we mooched round the streets wanting the colleagues. It failed to take long before we came across (what we should determined happened to be) three fellow lezzas. We contacted and tentatively enquired about Moza and “bar homosexual,” while eying up the period of their particular fingernails, hoping to maybe find a secret lesbian club or something from the type.

They were extremely interested in the convo and talked with our team for a while towards lackluster lesbian scene inside their urban area. In a short time, the dykiest-seeming of your brand-new crew (who would already been the essential vocal on the subject) left to visit a house party. We were remaining aided by the some other two that hasn’t involved with the homosexual chat so adamantly but were eager to hang aside around.

‘You desire women?” she asked enthusiastically.

We said we did, presuming we had been on a gay-level. Off we hopped in a taxi, which whisked us out for a great few blocks before ending up at an inconspicuous doorway in the center of nowhere. The two protection protections (who realized our very own chaperones) looked over all of us with total bemusement. “Qué?” they mentioned over and over repeatedly to our tips guide, just as if she ended up being wanting to just take a couple of wildebeest to the bar.

We ascended the mirror-covered stairway assuming we were going around a key queer mecca but quickly realised that individuals’d been taken fully to a brothel. Definitely there’s nothing incorrect with brothels—I’m all for safe areas for intercourse employees to accomplish their particular job—however, the feeling in this place ended up being bad; a few ideal men, egos throbbing because they surveyed the area of half-clothed females. Everybody else gave you interested appearances. They presented the hope that people were both going to buy or sell sex whenever all we actually wanted was to sip a cerveza and dancing to Sylvester. We kept pretty quickly, went house and mulled over the impressive breakdown of one’s large homosexual particular date.

Evening Two

Why don’t we decide to try once more. Theatron, Bogotá’s fourteen-room superclub, is actually prepared for all, but it’s a homosexual dance club (become accurate, the greatest gay pub from inside the Western Hemisphere) in your mind. At 10 p.m., we had gotten within the 200-people waiting line, which wrapped round the location’s underground carpark like an anaconda. A techno bass thumped from roof, and everybody jittered with exhilaration.

Once in, we settled 55,000 pesos ($17) and got slightly synthetic glass for limitless products through the night. This will be a typical thing in Colombian organizations, and it has a truly good effect on the environment inside the house; cash and exchange tend to be taken off the area, without any risks becoming plunged into an existential situation whenever checking their unique bank balance the next early morning.

We roamed across location bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and determined that this isn’t actually a place. It is a village which provides sanctuary to many pleasure-seeking individuals weekly. Personnel orchestrate the area meticulously; herding flocks of men and women, keeping stairways complimentary and churning out mixer-after-mixer.

You would need each week inside the site to truly can grips with-it. Residence music played when you look at the central open-air area. Its designed like a town center, with elevated DJ decks in the middle and cocktail pubs, meals stores, and bars on their borders. There have been at the very least ten DJs every night. They combined numerous styles in various distinctive places. Reggaeton played in a chapel, enter an enormous amphitheater. Donna Summers played inside the psychedelic disco place, Celia Cruz is found on within the salsa room, and a DJ travelled in from Berlin to dominate the techno chamber.

From my findings that evening, it would appear that different types draw in various amounts of heteronormativity. Salsa and reggaeton were about the heteros dry-humping within the church’s stained cup windows. The pop music place ended up being mainly younger, jubilant homosexual men flailing their unique arms while they drunkenly serenaded their friends. Techno did actually entice many alternative lewks (piercings, died-hair, some fetish equipment). It absolutely was many queer space, though reigned over by tanked gay men which popped supplements and de-clothed as the night developed.

A lot of people were Latin American; there have been a few gringos from regional hostels and simply a few Ebony individuals. Overall, there are possibly three some other queer femme couples going swimming the location. One duo had corresponding purple and blue-dyed bobs. Another had been a Mexican pair I would sat near to throughout the plane to Bogotá— we clearly relocate little sectors.

We gravitated on the queerness on the techno roo but left at about midnight to attend (everything we thought was) the ladies’s commodes: a red entrance, a protection safeguard out front side, and the word “Eve” composed above the door.

We figured this was a rather glam entrance to a commode once we climbed the glittery-pink stairway. As soon as we strike the top, we realized that was no toilet and now we had accidentally discovered a secret lesbian club. Indeed, Bogotá’s just lesbian bar—period.

The room ended up being kitschy: fuchsia pleather couches, a hot green club, pop-art paintings of dykons like Ellen, Gwen, Gaga, and Ginger lined the wall space. There was a-pole dance period (that was positively getting used), a massive dance-floor, and the sole feminine DJ when you look at the building.

There had been about thirty of us inside. To start with we-all danced in a large kumbaya asexual circle, as it was cool and uncertain who was simply queer and who was simply enjoying the femme electricity (in an effective way).

Once the night evolved and also the DJ began flowing a lot more passionate Latin (Reggaeton and dancehall) rhythms around audience, couples began creating remaining, right, and middle. The room quickly evolved into exactly what can just be called a clothed live-demo from the A-to-Z of waiting lesbian sex positions. Couples new and old were definitely opting for it. It was raw, hedonistic, Sapphic magic.

Though we had been effectively encased in a massive homosexual club, the deficiency of door plan, much safer room plan, or active prioritization from the location’s major access required that specified region proved a blessing for all of us lezzas. This secret lesbian club was the sole invest the place where a woman could kiss a girl without any fear of beginning an eye to a sniveling intoxicated guy baring their teeth with glee. We accepted the independence of Eve, of the secret lesbian bar.

At the front end associated with bar (we’d also come in along side it doorway) endured a large metal door, 2 meters by 2 yards (6.5 foot by 6.5 feet), with three doorway women claiming “unicamente por chicas” on perform. The majority of got it and managed to move on, but tiny batches of guys lurked outside of the gate, lingering for 5 or ten minutes, looking at their own tip-toes like sexy meerkats, wanting to sneak-a-peak into the restricted area.

Once the time clock struck 3 a.m., we pried ourselves away from Eve therefore we could experience more of the place. While carrying out the rounds inside breathtaking, sprawling community of hedonism, we found Lotus, a “solo hombres” place (apparently designed to develop a safer space for homosexual guys to explore away from the mixed audience). It’s safe to state, there are no categories of ladies clambering getting a glance inside there.

We headed as a result of the techno room and spent the rest of the handful of hrs acquiring wet with your people. We remaining at 5 a.m., happy to possess discovered this undoubtedly unique site, as well as more content to own revealed Bogotá’s key lesbian club.

Theatron Calle 58 #10-32, Bogotá, practice
@theatronbogota
.