A happy family is but an earlier heaven. George Bernard Shaw
Kindred Spirits Here and Now
My husband had found his new job and was safely tucked away at some motel in Chicago for school. I had activities planned, mostly involving clubs. I was looking forward to this holiday from marriage and knew I had Anna and Debra to watch the kids. But all of a sudden, it was bargaining time. They said they would take the children if I appointed one night to going to “their” club. Kindred Spirits.
Kindred Spirits was a women’s bar located at Richmond Avenue and 610. Marion Coleman, one of Houston’s most successful entrepreneurs, owned it. Ms. Coleman created an atmosphere of amenable ambiance safe from the drug issues that plague all the clubs in the city. On the issue of drugs and drinking, Marion was quite stringent.
What should one expect in a “lifestyle” bar? I rather expected “Clockwork Orange” milk bar.
Or a lot of black walls leather and chains. (Actually, the VentureIn confirmed this idea, but that is for a later installment).
I was not expecting a cheerful, vibrant, and classy place as this when offering myself in sacrifice upon the hypothetical Sappho’s altar. I loved it! There was a feeling of other worldliness, dreamlike, that overtook me. The first person I met was Bootsie. She was the bouncer at the door.
She looked like Matt Damon. And as smooth. Later Bootsie would become one of my most torrid affairs that took place anywhere and everywhere. It would be both treacherous and euphoric.
She took my hand “I haven’t seen you before, are you new to town?”
No, I have lived here for 6 years. I am here with Anna and Debra.”
Without breaking her gaze "I do not know them, sorry, but I should know you. Shouldn’t I?” she asked without looking at them. "What's your name?"
"Dianne" I said "with two n's"
Anna and Debra were standing right next to me. Anna laughed with encouragement. Her own brother’s wife out gallivanting around town with lesbians in gay bars. Debra took me by the hand and pulled me away. She wasn’t quite as humored by this.
Debra slipped her arm around my waste protectively, (after all she promised to keep me safe) leading me into the club as Anna, Debbie, Sabrina and Cynthia followed. I was totally enveloped. Warm, secure and out of my mind!
The music set the mood for the evening like the opening of a movie thriller...
I honestly do not know what I expected, but that wasn’t it. There was a certain amount of gratification in being charmed by Bootsie. My sister-in-law Anna said I would be hard pressed to do worse!
I still had that regretful feeling. There we were, there I was, in a gay bar, on a perfectly good clubbing night. We found a table right away which was unheard of on a Friday night. We had reservations. I was beginning to feel a bit unnerved, feeling like something was in the wind, yet I could not identify the smell.
"I have come in here a hundred times" Debra scoffed "she knew us"
"Debra, we never speak to her except to offer ID" Anna retorted. "Hmmm, you're right, she doesn't usually seek us out"
"Hmm, Dianne, this is going to be your night" Anna found this humorous, but I do not believe she was encouraging me.
Debra seemed to be in deep thought.
Bootsie was waiting tables and bee-lined to ours to take our drinks. “Can I help the pretty lady” she asked.
Again, I reiterated, "I'm straight." "Sure you are" she sighed as she walked away.
When she came back with an entire tray of jell shots, the others were shooting them down as she sat down on the chair next to me.
"You don't need to sweeten the bait by saying your straight", Bootsie remarked "I'm sure you can have your pick". Okay, now I'm going to have to be rude. Oh fuck,,, straight women are a commodity. I really need to leave.
And again, there was Debra, intercepting inappropriate behavior. "Uh, can you just serve the drinks and leave my guest alone?"
As the drinks started flowing, I eased up on the paranoia and figured I might as well make the best of this. It isn’t costing me anything. Debra and Anna were buying drinks and Bootsie was doing her part by bringing me doubles. And, needless to say, we had the cleanest table and ashtrays due to Bootsie's diligence. She was quite the character, taking drinks out of Debra's hands as Debra was STILL drinking, all the while talking to me.
Debra was not too humored and reached out to get her drink back. Bootsie shoved her table cleaning rag into Debra's empty reaching hand.
Bootsie had a twinkle to her eye. She would always have that magnetic personality and be surrounded by fans. Everyone loved her. A few hated her as I found out later.
As flirtatious as she was, she always had a cute girlfriend or 10, a the other's informed me. They were all enjoying the added attention Then Debra asked me to dance.
Beginning of Book
Yes, this is absolutely positively true. If you lived this wouldn't you write about it? Some of the names of characters in this blog are fictitious. This is an account of actual events. Some of the events have been compiled together for the flow of the story. Even when I read my own work, I wonder how it could be so. But if you study your own life and compartmentalize it into less than 200 pages, you would be surprised how interesting it really is!
TRUTH HAS WITNESSES (Dianne Lindsey) This material is the copyright Dianne Schuch Lindsey and cannot be duplicated in any fashion without the express permission of the Author. All rights reserved ©