If gay were dirt, this queer hot spot would be absolutely filthy! Located in McMenamin's Bagdad Theater, the plush "Seat F" in aisle 3 is often known as "The Queen," and has built quite a following in certain (HOMOSEXUAL) circles. Are its legendary aphrodisiac effects magical? Chemical? Purely psychological? Does it matter? Gay enough to make a straight man think the unthinkable, it draws hordes of queer admirers, eager to hunker down on its soft, welcoming cushion! The sexy sitter is isn't big enough for two--but that doesn't stop anyone from trying!
McMenamin's Bagdad Theater, 3702 SE Hawthorne
Max Train (Blue Line)
Portland historians think they can pinpoint exactly when the Blue Line MAX train took a left turn from Gresham into Queertown. In March of 1998, an anonymous wag tweaked one of the section's warning stickers. "Please Don't Sit in the Stairwell" became "Please Do it in the Stairwell," and within days police received reports of couples doing just that. No one knows how the queer angle developed, but in 2004, 85% of the more than 600 police complaints specifically mentioned hot MM or FF action! (Especially as the train approached Gresham.)
Blue Line Max Train, board at the City Center
Granted, this weathered length of concrete isn't much to look at--but when it debuted in 1974, it was the inspiration and namesake for Portland's first lesbian nightclub, "The Curb." Straight as a rail in appearance, the Curb manages to accommodate a party of 12. Boys will have to hold their sausage soirees elsewhere, since this streetside siren sings sweetest to sisters!
"The Curb," between Couch and Davis on NW 12th
Ancient Gay Burial Ground
Why do gay and lesbian couples loiter in this parking lot on SW 9th and Alder? Why does the scent of booze and bear fat always hang in the air? Why does the local graffiti celebrate "Tom + Tim" and "Barb + Camryn"? The answer lies in the past. Before there was asphalt, before there was a 9th St., before there were even white pioneers, this bit of land was the site of a sacred Native American gay disco. Those hot young same-sex Chockamawchatchee couples may be long gone, but their sexxxy legacy lingers in the ancient earth! Is it any wonder neighbors insist they can hear the throbbing beat of the electric tom-tom on hot summer nights?
Parking lot, SW 9th & Alder
The Hawthorne Bridge
Ohhhh yeah. One look at this bridge and you know the score. It's no secret--Portland's oldest bridge is also its gayest. Built in 1888, the Hawthorne Bridge hosted the country's first Gay Pride Parade. From sunrise to sunset on June 5th, 1894, an impromptu gathering of queer-friendly businessmen, schoolteachers, hunters, and trappers marched back and forth over the span, united in song, distributing lambskin prophylactics and tossing rudimentary dental dams to bewildered onlookers. By the end of the day, 13 clergymen had set themselves aflame in protest before leaping into the Willamette's dark waters--and into the arms of gay nude bathers!