First Time at a Gay Bar

On returning from a local gay bar in Amsterdam a week or so ago, I sat round my kitchen table with the friend I had been out with chatting away about everything and nothing. As we savored our Moroccan mint tea, we walked down the roads of our various ‘first time’ experiences. Oh, how we laughed and cried at where life had taken us. It was soothing to reminisce over times long gone by, as I pondered over the innocence of my youth.

Yes, that certainly was a period when ‘first times’ were an everyday occurrence. I talked about how going to the bar we had just been was now a non-event and how in December 1994 that was such a novel experience and one that I still remembered whenever I was in the Soho Square area of London. More

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