Sister, I think we should talk.
I'm not sure you're the right one for me. Â
BUT! There are plenty of girls who dig you. I've heard stories of Ginger Gymnastics meeting Jacklyn Slim Jenkins in your smokey corners and I'm really stoked for you guys. I don't mind paying the negligible yet highly contested five bucks at the door so others can relive Fire Island. You see, I understand you in some ways. Events are difficult to put on. I have no problem defraying the cost, because I think you're a place that gives people comfort. That I can get down with.
However, there are some things I just can't over look.
Your smoking habit  will have me arrive just before events and leave shortly after.
Plus, I'm a one drink max kinda girl when I have to drive (commuter) and you're a boozie face bar who charges for a plastic cup of water. And that pocket grab kinda hurts.
But let us soak up our tears.. Not all is lost. Your dark and dirty ways are at times made up by your Big Freedia beats, Random Crowd Singing, Drag Shows, and  Diverse clientele.
I might not bring my U-Haul. But we can still be friends.