My first boyfriend told me I'd never get into the Renegade in Rehoboth - even during the off-season - and since the bartender at Nomad (Jimmy) was a notorious "chicken hawk," I was sure to get in there. My first gay bar was the bar at Nomad Village in Bethany Beach, DE. Later it was the peep shows in the Combat Zone. Plus the porn movies: the Bijou, the Art Cinema, the Pilgrim and the State were a fuckfest every night. And you could always park on the street near by. The Other Side was the best place to get drugs and find fucked-up Southie hotties, Herbie’s Ramrod Room was the leather bar, the 1270 was the best place to dance, Sporters, Buddies, and later Fritz, the Eagle, and the Merrimack to name a few. JFK supposedly went there as a Harvard undergrad in the 1930’s. It and they had been around forever and when she lived in town, Judy Garland was a regular. I could have made a fortune filing the claim forms for the rest of the customers there. I had a decent baritone and a summer job working for Blue Cross/Blue Shield and would help her with her Medicare claims: it was new then and no one knew how to get paid. No fake ID needed 17 and I was, um, very popular with the aging clientele (“look and maybe buy me a drink but don’t touch”) but even closer to Marie, the pianist who had been a showgirl going back to the Zeigfeld era. The Napoleon Club, aka “The Wrinkle Room” in Boston’s Bay Village circa 1967.
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