I used to work in Silom. By day it was just an ordinary office-friendly street with food carts scattered about for hungry employees to grab a bite before heading back to their cubicles after lunchtime.
Everyday I walked past the famous Soi 2 to get to the office and never really thought about what was inside, despite me always wondering why there was the “Do not enter if under 20″ sign at the front of this rather quiet and empty Soi.
Well at night the soi is a completely different world. And that’s where I had my first gay bar experience Saturday night.
I was always a little bit intimidated about the idea of going into a gay bar. I always had this image of a wild party where guys take their shirts of dancing against each other to the tunes of Lady Gaga remixes, and the last thing they would want to have there is a timid inexperienced female walking around looking clueless, ruining the whole testosterone-filled scenery.
And the obvious realization kicked when I entered the soi full of men. There were at most FOUR girls that night, including myself. We left a little too early to witness the famed shirtless phenomenon as my boyfriend became a little anxious towards 1am when the music started pumping.
Well let me tell you one thing, from my brief stint at DJ Station, besides being the obviously safest nightlife venue for girls where your humps will be left un-groped by undesirable creeps, it was also one of the friendliest pubs in Bangkok. Compared to other bars in Ekamai and Thonglor, it was like a charm school. Everybody was smiling, no one crushed me when I tried to get through the crowd despite everybody being at least 10 centimeters taller than me. At a similar venue in Thonglor in terms of popularity and affluent clientele, my feet would get crunched, drinks would spill on my hair, I would get stared down from head to toe (by both men and women) if I was wearing what I was wearing that night.
Unfortunately though, all the cute guys in Bangkok were there. OK there were some balding wrinkly old bears and effeminate high school boys but there were also clean-cut, sophisticatedly attired young men appeared as if they had walked right off the covers of GQ. Then the even sadder fact: what’s left for straight girls are the stuck-up fugly greasy-haired ones as found in their overcompensating power cars in Ekamai. I never felt comfortable going into those pubs back in the day.
On Saturday night the vibe was fun and friendly. If we had been there earlier there was even a mini cabaret show, with men in drag lip-syncing to divalicious tunes. DJ Station was also the most popular one in the soi we could hardly find a spot to stand.
I’m definitely going back. Now that I have learned my lesson, I will remember to wear high heeled shoes and to leave my boyfriend at home.