Bren’s note: We’ve got a real treat for you today, true believers – a shiny new guest post! It’s been forever since our last one, so this is mondo exciting. Today’s special guest star is none other than fellow Bostonian Justa Notha. Take it away, Justa!
A Boston Area native, Justa writes about life, sexuality, gender, race and whatever else is on her mind at justanotherwhitewoman.com. Often NSFW–so read it on your phone!
I went on a little adventure to Philly last weekend and am crushing hard on the city!
The first thing that struck me about Philly was the architecture! It was late at night as I wheeled my bag down the brick and cement sidewalk. Street lights gleamed off of bold brick, glass and steel buildings that cut up sky.
The next day I wandered down to South Street, reveling in the vibrant diversity of the people and vivid colors and bold, sometimes crumbling architecture.
If you have money burning a hole in your pocket, you can buy almost anything you can imagine on South Street: from vintage to kinky to funky-creative-cool!
My first stop was Passional Boutique, which drew me in by their logo, and then once inside, quickly had me lusting over their corsets and other gear!
At a friend’s suggestion I stopped in at Condom Kingdom. I was somewhat disappointed in their lesbian selection–more novelty items than serious functional gear. Out of curiosity, I inquired about dental dams–they had one flavor: banana. Meh! Who told them lesbians wanted to suck on bananas?
Hats in the Belfry has hats to satisfy both Butches and Femmes (or me) with chirpy to decadent felt hats and cloches on one side–and all manner of caps and fedoras on the other! I fell in love with a grey femme cap and a green plaid fedora, but at $40-$50 it was too expensive for my budget!
That night I headed to the Gayborhood: a small string of stores, clubs and restaurants a 15 min walk from my hotel room; demarcated by rainbow flags on the street corners.
I walked past Woody’s which was predictably crowded with men and a sprinkling of their female admirers. Inadvertently following a hoarse-voiced FTM chatting on his cell, I turned into a seedy-looking alley to find Sister’s: Philly’s Lesbian Night Club. A couple of femmes in heels and fancy dresses lounged outside.
After shyly handing the doorwoman my money, I mentioned that I’m from Boston, where we don’t have any lesbian bars!
“Well, you’ll like this one!” she opined. “It’s very diverse. Some clubs have only Butches or Femmes–we have a real mix!” she said with a charmingly roguish smile.
Upstairs strobe lights bounced off a throng of dancing bodies on the floor while a scantily clad woman pole-danced on fabric hanging off of the ceiling. The doorwoman wasn’t wrong: there was a diversity of gender presentations: femmes grinding on femmes, butches with butches, butches dancing with femmes, and the usual butches and studs lining the walls watching.
After ordering a drink (from the friendliest and sexiest bartender ever!), I danced for a while but wandered out as the crowd thinned down to couples and that one drunk-and-sloppy chick. I definitely appreciated a club devoted solely to lesbians, and they did a good job of it, but once again I realized that my definition of diversity and many lesbians definitions are not the same. The paleness of the crowd was almost shocking after the mixed throng of Philly’s streets!
As I wandered out, I approached two studs who were likewise leaving, and they told me that there are certain nights the WOC go to, and that they were club hopping on a circuit.
People of all shades and hues and genders poured out of the clubs to order Macaroni and Cheese Pizza and line up for an “after-hours” club. I stood across the street and guessed it was a 10-1 male female ratio.
Just then I noticed a cute short stud kind of checking me out, and I moseyed vaguely in her direction. My gaze was quickly captivated, though, by a tall thick-set stud wearing sunglasses under her fitted.
“You like what you see?” she asked flirtatiously, and we got to talking.
On the way back to my hotel room, She introduced me to something else Boston lacks – Danny’s, an all night Adult toy shop! – the perfect place to buy, say, a late night strap-on (for example ) or dental dam (offered in Vanilla only.)
I did not want to fly home to Boston the next day!