It’s easy to drop a pin at your location and wait for a guy to come over, right? Who’s got the time and money to drop $14 on a vodka soda and perch yourself in a bar while you attempt to make eyes at anyone you can? Not only are gay bars and clubs in crisis, closing left, right, and center, but the art of hooking up has diminished. In my mind, everyone would be eye-fucking each other until, with the nod of a head, you’d be off with someone and go and get head (see what I did there?).Īdmittedly, before the advent of hookup apps, when I was a baby gay first on the scene, things were a little like that, just without the great lighting, flattering camera angles, and it wasn’t being broadcast on Showtime.
Perhaps watching Queer as Folk when I was a young and impressionable teenager wasn’t the best gauge of accuracy for how venturing out onto the gay scene would be.
