Henrietta hudson gay bar

Almost three years ago, I moved to New York from Detroit. I moved here for many reasons, one of them being, that I was looking for more jobs in my industry, but also because I was looking for a cohesive lesbian scene, which, at the time, Detroit did not have. And I moved here right before the pandemic started.

So Decemberbefore any of us knew what was going to happen. I lived with some friends in Harlem for a couple of weeks. And on one of my first nights out, I decided I was going to go out on the town. I got dressed up.

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And it was a straight bar. I get my drink. I finish my drink. I head out. I decide to go down to the West Village. And there were Christmas lights that were twinkling. And the tree limbs are shivering. And I remember just looking around and being, Wow. And so, I have a couple of drinks at Stonewall, and I make my way down the street to where Cubbyhole, one of the two lesbian bars in Manhattan, is.

So, I finally arrive. The ceiling is full of all these sparkly decorations. And you can feel how sticky the floor is with beer. Wall-to-wall women. The windows are kind of foggy. And I just remember this feeling of belonging, in awe, just settling over me. It was incredible.

I felt this sense of coming home. So, I make my way to the bar. Are you sure? Eventually, we relocated to Henrietta Hudson, which is the other lesbian bar in Manhattan. I walked in there, and it was the exact opposite of Cubbyhole.