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.
