Once Debby and her fiancé finally parked their car—somehow, even though we were the ones that walked, Jay and I beat them there—the four of us busted into the club. Circuit was hosting Urbano, the self-described “hottest Black and Latino Gay (LGBT/ SGL) parties in Chicago.” They had all been here before, and I was excited to be there for the first time. I paid my 10 dollar cover—the most expensive on the strip—and walked quickly to catch up with Jay and the others who had already started to march towards the back of the club.
The night before, I was making dinner when I got a text from Darrin, a mid-20s Black gay guy I had met the previous week singing Karaoke:
D: How’s the dissertation?
J: Hey! It’s going pretty well. I’m just enjoying a slow night at home tonight. More work awaits in the morning. How are you doing?
D: I’m ok, traveling from out of town. So what is your thesis? I’m really intrigued by this.
J: well I’m interested in how people meet in boystown, especially issues of race in the queer community
J: Are you going to watch drag race tomorrow?
D: Not sure yet. I’m trying to plan something with a friend I haven’t seen in a while. I’ll keep you posted.
J: Sounds good!
The next day, Darrin texted me at 7:14 (chat logs are so specific):
D: Looks like I’m stayin in. Sorry bro 😦
J: No Worries! have fun with your friends!
I use too many exclamation points in my texts.