I joined the throng of legitimacy-seeking dykes at your bar for that special cable screening night. I paid for your skunky beer and crappy food and stood in your crowded establishment. I would have been okay with that. But then you announced that you recorded the show earlier and your cable connection hadn't been working. So we ended up staring at a grainy, barely visible screen struggling to hear from your one functioning speaker. That was damn annoying. But what took the cake was waiting in the huge bar line with one rude bartender on the job to serve us all. I asked one of you working the door if you could put someone else behind the bar. The response I heard? "No, we weren't really expecting a crowd tonight." HUH?! It's bars like yours that encourage dykes to stay home and rent movies.

—Anonymous