Escrito y dirigido por Moran Nakar
7 min, Israel, 2019
El primer bar gay I ever went to, and still one of my favorites in memory, was located in a downtown majority-Black neighborhood. So as a baby gay, I never thought of calling it “mixed.” It was just the way it was and I thought it must be the same everywhere.
When I moved to Chicago years later in the late 80s, I was surprised and weirded out by the ubiquitous segregation. Anyone who’s lived in Chi knows what I’m talking about.
So, when I went to Boystown bars with black and brown friends or lovers, nine times out of ten they’d be asked for multiple IDs, when I was only asked for one.
El generador era mayoritariamente negra, y sus porteros, porteros y clientela, en cambio, nunca dejaron de darme la bienvenida, independientemente de con quién estuviera.
De lo contrario, en el lado norte, tenías que ir a los clubes punk o a los clubes de la nueva ola (o a los confiables poli Berlín) para alejarse de esa mierda. Pero, ¿los bares establishment-gay, los bares de jersey, los bares de camisetas? Ni hablar.
So, are we surprised that the same thing happens in Israel? No, we are fucking not.