‘I didn’t just come here to dance, if you know what I mean, If you know what I mean.’ Carly Rae Jepsen.
Except some nights, I did just come here to dance. And those nights will mostly be Push The Button at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern.
This night is home for my queer heart. When I first moved to South London, I never went out on the scene (going to gay bars and LGBTQ nights) just down the road from my flat in Vauxhall or Clapham.
I’d walk pass places like RVT and The Eagle with noise pulsing through their blacked out windows, not knowing what it was like and not wanting to find out without friends to go inside with.
But one Friday now living in a lonely East London flat share, I got bored of staying in. I’d seen on Twitter there was a Carly Rae Jepsen night and I wanted to go dance. So I did.
And it was magic. Magic, with a large side of drunkenness, drag and a Celine Dion sing-along.
Nights like Push The Button don’t exist for you to go home with someone (though that can happen if you want it to). They exist for the love of the music, dancing and unapologetic queer fun.
But maybe like me you don’t know that until you go there and despite a club night’s inclusive values being clearer than a freshly douched ass, you don’t realise guys will be kissing guys.
Or, immeasurably worse, you don’t know if there’s a gender-neutral dress code until you get turned away at the door.
Along the way I’ll also talk too much about my love life, making friends on the scene and the ups and downs of going out alone.
So I’m starting this new blog series, called The Cloakroom, The Club and The Toilet. It’ll be a review of the gay bars and LGBTQ nights I go to across London, telling you how much cash you need for the cloakroom and other details they don’t put on the promo poster.
Come out, come out and dance with me this Friday, or on the metaphorical dancefloor of this blog with my first review next week. I’m starting at home, at Push The Button. Pre-drinks in Peckham.