Clare Give
is a self-described flaming London lesbian. She actually is spent the past year currently talking about
queer women’s nightlife
in her urban area. She files the atmosphere, music, trends, ambiance (are you going to get set or generate new friends?), and people behind the nights.

chose it would not end up being straight to only record dyke night life within one area, so she stuffed her handbags and hit the path. She actually is written about the thriving scenes in
Bay Area
, Bogota, São Paulo, Berlin, and Dublin at this point; this list could keep increasing. Monitor the woman
Dyke Nightlife Diaries
right here.

Evening One

To begin with i actually do as I arrive at a town is Google my personal solution to my personal peeps—”Queer taverns in…,” “Lesbian pubs in…,” “Gay bars in… .” Bogotá’s outcomes had been promising, with a lesbian club labeled as Moza and a small number of gay bars—mainly inside urban area’s brand-new busy cultural hub, Chapinero.

On tuesday evening, my personal sweetheart and I whizzed anywhere in some yellow taxi to Moza. We pulled upwards, strode out, and unearthed that Moza was actually not much more. It closed down not long ago, explained the safety protect in the (hetero) club that stands in wake. El Mozo (Moza’s gay buddy bar) was just around the corner, so we nipped over there discover it had vanished also.

We chose to recoup in a non-gay bar; the site was live with Latin rhythms and passionately Salsa dance (straight) partners. Lone men, their breaths nice with aguardiente (Colombia’s national liquor; exactly what tequila is to Mexico), was available in mosquito-like droves, each on a mission to recover the unclaimed dames. These were all extremely courteous and realized that a no meant no, but the heteronormative weight within club had been plenty, especially when we would psyched ourselves up for per night of hanging out with a huge selection of Latin-lesbians.

We quickly remaining and moved old school. Turning on our queer-dar, we mooched all over streets looking all of our colleagues. It didn’t take very long before we came across (whatever you decided happened to be) three other lezzas. We approached and tentatively enquired about Moza and “bar homosexual,” while eying up the length of their unique fingernails, looking to perhaps get a hold of a secret lesbian bar or something like that associated with the type.

These were extremely interested in the convo and talked around for a while concerning the lackluster lesbian scene in their urban area. Before long, the dykiest-seeming of our brand-new crew (who’d also been one particular vocal on the subject) kept to go to a residence celebration. We were left together with the other two that hasn’t engaged in the black gay chat thus adamantly but had been eager to hold with our company.

‘You wish girls?” she requested enthusiastically.

We mentioned we did, presuming we were on a gay-level. Off we hopped in a cab, which whisked us away for a great few obstructs before winding up at an inconspicuous doorway in nowhere. The two protection guards (which understood our very own chaperones) viewed you with complete bemusement. “Qué?” they said over and over to your guide, as if she ended up being trying to take several wildebeest to the bar.

We ascended the mirror-covered staircase presuming we had been going as much as a key queer mecca but shortly realized that individuals’d been taken fully to a brothel. Without a doubt you’ll find nothing incorrect with brothels—i am all for safe areas for sex employees to-do their particular job—however, the ambiance in this location was terrible; a handful of appropriate guys, egos throbbing while they surveyed the room of scantily clad women. Everyone else gave united states curious looks. They conducted the hope we happened to be often planning to purchase or offer sex when all we really desired would be to sip a cerveza and dance to Sylvester. We kept very easily, moved residence and mulled throughout the impressive failure of our own large gay particular date.

Night Two

Let us decide to try again. Theatron, Bogotá’s fourteen-room superclub, is actually ready to accept all, but it’s a homosexual club (becoming precise, the largest gay pub in the Western Hemisphere) in your mind. At 10 p.m., we had gotten for the 200-people waiting line, which wrapped across site’s belowground car park like an anaconda. A techno bass thumped from ceiling, and everyone jittered with enjoyment.

Once inside, we paid 55,000 pesos ($17) and got a little synthetic cup for endless products all night long. This might be a standard part of Colombian groups, and has now a truly good effect on the atmosphere in; money and exchange are taken out of the space, without one concerns becoming plunged into an existential crisis whenever checking their bank balance the next early morning.

We roamed across location bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and concluded that this is not really a location. It is a village that offers haven to a large number of pleasure-seeking folks every week. Staff orchestrate the area meticulously; herding flocks of individuals, maintaining stairways no-cost and churning out mixer-after-mixer.

You’ll require each week from inside the venue to truly arrive at grips with-it. House songs played when you look at the main open-air region. It’s developed like a town center, with elevated DJ decks at the center and cocktail pubs, meals stores, and bars on their borders. There have been at least ten DJs each night. They mixed countless genres in a variety of distinctive spaces. Reggaeton played in a chapel, enter an enormous amphitheater. Donna Summers played when you look at the psychedelic disco place, Celia Cruz is found on within the salsa collection, and a DJ flew in from Berlin to take control of the techno chamber.

From my observations that evening, it appears that different types attract various amounts of heteronormativity. Salsa and reggaeton happened to be about the heteros dry-humping within the chapel’s tarnished cup windows. The pop music place ended up being primarily younger, jubilant gay guys flailing their own arms as they drunkenly serenaded their own friends. Techno did actually entice the most alternative lewks (piercings, died-hair, some fetish equipment). It absolutely was the absolute most queer space, though dominated by tanked gay men who jumped tablets and de-clothed because night changed.

We had been Latin American; there had been many gringos from local hostels and simply a small number of Ebony men and women. Overall, there are possibly three other queer femme lovers boating the site. One duo had corresponding red-colored and blue-dyed bobs. Another were a Mexican few I would sat next to about jet to Bogotá— we demonstrably move in tiny groups.

We gravitated with the queerness of techno roo but remaining at about midnight to go to (everything we thought had been) the ladies’s toilets: a pink entrance, a protection safeguard out front side, plus the phrase “Eve” authored above the home.

We thought it was a tremendously glam access to a commode even as we climbed the glittery-pink stairway. When we strike the very top, we realized that this ended up being no toilet and then we had inadvertently found a secret lesbian bar. Actually, Bogotá’s just lesbian bar—period.

The area was actually kitschy: fuchsia pleather sofas, a hot pink bar, pop-art paintings of dykons like Ellen, Gwen, Gaga, and Ginger covered the wall space. There clearly was a-pole dancing phase (that has been surely being used), a large dance-floor, as well as the just feminine DJ inside the building.

There have been about thirty folks inside. Initially most of us danced in a big kumbaya asexual circle, because it had been chilled and ambiguous who was queer and who was simply just enjoying the femme fuel (in a good way).

Since the night evolved therefore the DJ began flowing more passionate Latin (Reggaeton and dancehall) rhythms on the crowd, lovers started forming left, appropriate, and center. The area shortly turned into exactly what can just be described as a clothed live-demo of A-to-Z of waiting lesbian gender positions. Couples brand new and outdated had been completely choosing it. It actually was natural, hedonistic, Sapphic miracle.

Though we had been efficiently encased in a massive gay club, the lack of doorway plan, less dangerous space plan, or effective prioritization from the location’s primary entry meant this specified location showed a blessing for all of us lezzas. This key lesbian club was the only devote the venue where a woman could kiss a woman without having the fear of beginning a watch to a sniveling inebriated man baring their teeth with glee. We embraced the liberty of Eve, of this secret lesbian club.

In front with the bar (we would can be found in along side it doorway) endured a massive material gate, 2 yards by 2 meters (6.5 foot by 6.5 feet), with three door women stating “unicamente por chicas” on perform. Many first got it and shifted, but little batches of men lurked outside of the gate, lingering for five or ten full minutes, looking at their own tip-toes like naughty meerkats, wanting to sneak-a-peak in the forbidden region.

Since clock hit 3 a.m., we pried ourselves far from Eve so we could discover more of the site. While doing the rounds in this stunning, sprawling town of hedonism, we found Lotus, a “unicamente hombres” region (presumably built to generate a safer room for homosexual dudes to explore off the mixed group). Really safe to state, there had been no sets of women clambering to possess a look inside truth be told there.

We oriented down to the techno space and spent the rest of the handful of hrs acquiring sweaty with the help of our men and women. We kept at 5 a.m., pleased for discovered this undoubtedly unique place, plus more happy getting uncovered Bogotá’s secret lesbian club.

Theatron Calle 58 #10-32, Bogotá, follow