Randy Barclay
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I went to Petite Disco for the Palosanto Petite Pisto y/ Oktave, Juno (DE) event, and honestly, I was really looking forward to it because I’m a big fan of Palosanto. But the experience left a bad taste in my mouth.
I was waiting in line with my boyfriend and my friend when the security guys just let other people pass ahead of us. When I pointed out that those people weren’t in line, the security guy just said, “Talk to the lady first to scan your ticket.” Okay, fine—but it felt like an excuse. When we finally got to the ticket scanner, the British lady at the entrance gave me, my boyfriend, and my friend a long look, eyeing our outfits like we didn’t belong. If there’s a dress code, that should be made very clear on the ticket because people deserve transparency—especially when it’s freezing outside.
Look, I don’t like to play the “gay card” or look for drama, but I genuinely felt like we were being treated differently for showing up as a gay couple. We’re not even the “stereotypical NYC gays,” yet somehow, we still got the judgment.
Inside, the drinks were ridiculously overpriced, the club was tiny and way too packed—but I’ll give them credit, the music was great. The final straw was when we were leaving. They were giving out flameless candles as a souvenir, but as soon as security saw my boyfriend put his arm on my wrist, they suddenly told us we could only take one. Meanwhile, everyone else was walking out with theirs, no issue. Would they have pulled this with a straight couple? I seriously doubt it.
At the end of the day, I don’t care about a stupid candle—I can buy a thousand of them on Amazon. But the way we were treated? That’s what sticks with me. Being kind and treating people with basic respect isn’t hard. Clearly, this place hasn’t figured that out. Definitely not coming back, ever!
