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19 Epic Gay Bar Stories, As Told By Their Employees

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It apparently was ‘yellow handkerchief night’. Anyways, so this guy comes up to me and asks if he can buy me a drink… to make a long story short after about 5 minutes of talking he says, “well I was thinking I would buy you a drink so you’d piss on me”… it was like the strangest funniest thing I ever had someone say to me at a bar.

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One night I walked in on a couple, both in leather, having sex.. It was a small, dark area near the bathrooms. The bottom was bent over, bracing himself against the wall. I don’t think he knew I was even there, but the top saw me, smiled, and maintained eye contact with me (and kept hammering the other guy) until I walked back out.

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When it comes to gay bars in NYC, I’ve done it all. Bartend, barback, server, coat check, bathroom attendant, you name it. My hands down worst night ever, however, was the Japanese business man. I’ll keep it short. This rip-tide of embarrassingly yellow diarrhea pyramid he left on his underwear, socks and long John’s in was the most disgusting thing I have ever encountered.

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Naturally, my most gruesome story comes from bathroom attending. I’ve been smacked in the face with hands still wet from blowing a stranger.

Written by Irvi Torremoro

Irvi Torremoro is an Austinite by way of Las Vegas. She's worked in various outlets in food & beverage and is now focused on writing, eating all the things, talking about Beyonce, and petting all the puppies. She runs flavorandbounty.com, a lifestyle blog about people in the service industry.