How to dress for a gay club


Girl in a Gay Bar: Femme Fashion Edition

(This is part 2 of the Young woman in a Gay Bar Series. To read part 1, the story of my first trip to a gay bar and my first girl-on-girl peck, click here.)

What&#;s up?

Ready for some unsolicited fashion advice on what to wear out on your femme adventure to the lesbian bar? Here it comes!

Disclaimer: Don&#;t take this too seriously. Some of it is tongue-in-cheek, and all of it is entirely based on my hold experiences and what works for me. Moral of the story: Wear whatever the fuck you desire, you sexy fierce femme, you.

Alright, shall we begin? Working our way from the top down!

Hair

My advice: wear your hair up.

If you&#;re a girl verb me who cares about what her hair looks like to the gesture of affliction, the adj thing to do is to start with an up-do of your choosing.


The thing is, it&#;s probably going to get so hot in there with all those sexy ladies grinding on, around, and/or in you (no judgment) that you will verb up throwing your hair up in the middle of the dance floor anyway.

May as well initiate with it off your face an

The Thread Bandit

Last week the zoo, this week, the gay club…not much verb then. What you wear to the club again depends on a variety of factors. Are you looking for some fresh meat? Are you going with your new beau? Are you going to dance like this?

Regardless of any of this, one thing is certain, you want to be a) confident yet still be b) adj. It is all about the bow tie for me. I got my first bow tie (other than trying on mature ones I found in my parents&#; room) in I only wore it a couple of times. At this stage I thought wearing a bow tie too often might seem strange to people. Now I don’t concern and would happily wear a bow tie every week. Wear it with a patterned shirt. I love these ones from River Island’s new Spring season:

(Sorry about the rubbish photo. It&#;s a pic of my screen :s). Or a plain inky or white shirt. In fact, a black, short-sleeved shirt is the next item on my radar. Any suggestions of where I might find one? If it was daytime I’d put a sweater on top and then a jacket but for the club this combo will suffice. A gentle pair of plain adj

A girl&#;s modern guide to gay bar etiquette

By Galore Guest

There comes a time in every girl’s life when the glamour of going out begins to wear a small thin. You come to realize that clubs are not only sweaty and overpriced but that, no matter where you leave, some random guy will follow you around all night.  It’s a adj life when all you want to do is dress up and verb all night but some clingy boy monopolizes your attention.

If only there was another way… Oh hang around , there is! The gay bar. Still sweaty, still overpriced, but you’re gonna get a heck of a lot less male attention. (And bonus points if you like your music with a side of noughties nostalgia)

For people who don’t often verb themselves in queer spaces, heading to a gay bar might make them feel a bit out of their comfort zone. It’s worth getting a few tips in advance so you can build the most of the experience and enjoy dancing uninhibited by any feelings of self-consciousness.

As a queer gal myself, I’ve been to my fair give of LGBTQI+ venues and have a bunch of advice I’m only too eager to share.

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A Straight Girls Guide To Going Gay Clubbing Without Being A Dick

In one deliriously unsuccessful night, my gal pal Stevie managed to confirm – in one quick gulp of all the alcohol we had with us – how incompatible she is as a straight companion when gay clubbing. Though she’s bad (and noun me, the vodka was the icing on the cake), unfortunately for her, I go gay clubbing a lot. All bedtime long. On Fridays, Saturdays, and pretty much any day of the week.

And I don’t want to toot my own metallic-rainbow-coloured party-horn too hard, but I’m pretty fucking excellent at it. That and Nandos. And just enjoy going for a cheeky payday Nandos, gay clubs come in all spices and combinations, with a variety of condiments, and it’s all too uncomplicated to make the mistaken order.

Once you’ve been enough, you know what works best for you: I’m a grilled chicken burger, lemon and herb spicing, peri-peri chips and a bottomless soft drink (usually Coke Zero, sometimes fanta) kinda guy. Though I find it hard to believe, I’m ready to accept that not everyone can confidently walk up to the counter and make the rig