Tag: Leatherbar in Louisville

Leatherbar in Louisville (owed) The city hums traffic through lights, blinking eyes right before sleep, a flatline pattern, automated efficiency designed to pull cars through midnight into dawn. I fall inside, privy to dulled movement, beer foaming to a quiet stasis, smoke veiling the bartender and patrons. Smells of gin, sweat, amyl, tool and product of lifestyle manufacture, the market for primacy, the dank and dark of cave signifying spaces where men belong to men, belie the confidence of pose, migraine smiles suggesting satisfaction. Don, the shirtless bartender, jovial and smirking at me, dangerously out of place, nudges me with jokes and beer into talking, a thaw that draws other moths to the light of the HD big screen porno flashing raw tension behind my stool. Maladroit, I can’t navigate a way between communion and commodity, a simple new guy that laughs politely, declines shots, thank you, declines dance, thank [...]