In fact, Dallas boasts of not one but two thriving gay neighborhoods, both of which are just minutes from Downtown. The gay friendly district of Oak Lawn in Dallas is home to gay bars, stores, restaurants, and hotels.
Gay hotels in Dallas, including the gay district ones, not only boast a friendly staff but also a slew of amenities and luxuries. Its distinctiveness and accepting nature are also what make the city so gay-friendly, and there are numerous hotels to prove the same. Surrounded, literally by five picturesque lakes, the city has outgrown from its “cheerleaders and cowboys” fame to a modern, bustling metropolis. Photo of Zipperz by Greg's Southern Ontario via the blogTO Flickr pool.Dallas is perhaps the most mythologized city in Texas. things have changed, you have to go with the times." Back in the day gay bars were the only places you could go meet people. "Especially gay men don't need to go out to gay bars anymore to meet people. "The landlords are not the same as they were 20 years ago, and people are not going out the same way they used to because of social media," he says. Singh hasn't lost the drive to create cool, much needed spaces for the LGBT community.
I will miss the village, I've lived there for the last 30 years. "You nursed something for 16 years and then are forced to let it go. "It's a good feeling to leave, it's also bittersweet," Singh says. It was campy, carpeted and comfortable and was often forgotten on The Village strip because of that. The place also stood out as a rare downtown space with a big dancefloor that could handle over 100 people.Īfter 16 years Singh ran a bar that became a second home to many. Otherwise known as The Yard, the back area had a wading pool, which Singh called his tropical oasis. Singh adapted to the times and had nights for Drag Kings, Queens, industry nights, TICOT evenings, Miss Gay Toronto and legendary Pride parking lot parties in the back of the bar. It was their own age group, there was no attitude, the bartenders would talk with them." I wanted to go to a place to go where I recognized the music and felt comfortable, where the older crowd felt welcome. "I would go to certain bars and I felt like somebody's grandmother, and everyone was waiting for the mothership to come in. "The retro nights were a big thing because Boots had just closed their retro nights when I tookover when I saw there was a niche for a more mature crowd and market," Singh says.
(Sidenote, the big black thrown in the backroom was a set prop from The Last Emperor that Sing snagged in a movie set sale years back.) When Singh tookover, he transformed the back room into what is now known as Cellblock, the dark, chain-walled dance area where the village-famous retro nights with DJ Alain. I had very loyal customers here from day one and it was them, the daytime crowd, who kept me in business."Ī campy cabaret bar during the day and into the evening with piano men James Quigley or Kevin Wong, Greg Beer or Miss Goodwill, Zipperz attracted an older crowd.īefore the days of hookup apps and Netflix, it was a spot for older (mostly) men and women to hang out and chat with each other, watch a classic drag queen and flirt with the odd straggler who would stumble in from somewhere on Church. "They're missing the retro night and that regular watering hole feeling. "From what I see on Facebook, people feel lost, like gay refugees," Singh laughingly says. Singh, a ball of endless energy who talks a mile a minute, filled with village histories and late-night tales, worked with them, but eventually took over the bar in 2000 when the original owners were running the place into the ground.ĭespite the sign outside showing a man's crotch with a button fly on it, Singh changed the name of the bar to Zipperz. The Church and Carlton bar opened as Buttons in 1998 by a couple friends of current manager Harry Singh. This is Zipperz, there is nothing like it in Toronto, and it's now closed because of yet another condo development. Walking over to it you start to hear a distant thumping, but it's when you pull back that impossibly heavy curtain, that a scene from an '80s gay cruising flick reveals itself.įlashing lights, stainless steel dancefloor, and a crowd of gay men and women with their hands and cares in the air. Trying to find something to stare at other than your glass, you spot a thick, red velvet curtain in the back corner of the room. You've just walked into their Cheers, their home away from home and you're totally welcome, but who the hell are you? You grab a drink and every single person in the room is quietly checking you out. There's a man at a piano belting out show tunes while several others sit around him staring up into the night. Imagine walking into a dimly lit downtown cabaret bar.