Atlantic Beach, NC Gay Bar
After recovering from the astounding body blow that sprung from the fist of an English teacher who corrected my spelling of “ya’ll” into “y’all” — I began to publish more fiction and creative non-fiction for the April issue of the Mule. Over 35 new fiction pieces, a half-dozen essays, and some smash-grab poetry will be available in the wee hours of April 1. And that’s no fooling.
The photo? It’s an illustration graphic for a story by Arkadelphian Eli Cranor. I stopped in the bar one time, a decade ago, and the photo brings back some unpleasant memories. A woman there wanted to kick my ass because I answered the payphone after it rang incessantly for about 15 minutes. The shrill sound of that phone made my ears bleed and my beer tepid. I truthfully didn’t know it was a gay bar and honestly, didn’t really care if the bar had a theme or not.
