I’ve been a doorman at gay bars here in Los Angeles for over five years, and I have seen some things.
I’ve seen people so drunk and high that they can’t walk. I’ve seen boyfriends come in holding hands, only to end up fist fighting in the parking lot. I’ve seen proposals, breakups, spontaneous eruptions to Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer,” and endless tides of people dancing and laughing, forgetting for a few brief hours whatever anxieties might wait for them on the other side of our door.
Jeff Leavell 