i’m supposed to be happy because i’ll be thottin’ and boppin’ at the schoolboy q show tonight, but my heart is really heavy guys. i never thought i would ever say (err type) these words but….
RIP PUBLIC ASSEMBLY
now i know a lot of you are like, “girl. you’re like 9 months late”, but i can explain myself. there are certain people and places that i’ve only seen after 10pm, so i don’t recognize them when the sun is up. i’ve been on n. 6th a jillion times this year, but somehow missed that my beloved public assembly is now some sort of upscale biker bar situation. this one actually hit me harder than 285 kent and you guys know how that destroyed me. i’ll try to get through this without crying.
oh public assembly, where do i begin?
the first time we met was a wild night at one of my fave monthlies, pantyhose, back in 2009. i loved that party and it’s final night was at public assembly. i rounded up my girl crew and my guys to send it off the right way. somehow the ‘right way’ meant us taking our bras off so we could reallyreally dance. one unnamed friend didn’t notice that we were keeping our shirts on, so her boobs made a guest appearance, but it was ok because we were at pa! then she fell asleep under the dj booth, but it was ok because we were at pa! life was no-holds bar at public assembly and it was like a utopia.
remember i told you guys that you should go to badussy on friday since it’s the best party ever? well, my first time going was at public assembly! reggay was at public assembly! gaze 4 daze was at public assembly! slow grind was at public assembly! i saw la chat in concert at public assembly! i brought in 2012 and 2013 bent over onstage at public assembly! everything was at public assembly!
public assembly, you were so good to me one night that i landed in the er the next day. maybe i should explain. early that saturday, i was learning how to ride a bike (don’t judge) and cut my leg open down to the white meat. since i’m not one to let stuff get me down and because i live to dance in sweaty rooms to good music, i went to pa anyway. my friend pulled out her military tools, stitched me back up and i skipped off to the party. i somehow wound up on all fours on a table in the public assembly loft getting my life. leaving the party that night, i looked down and my leg was flowing like the river jordan, but it was okay because i had a great night at pa! i spent the entire time in the ‘spital yapping deliriously (my iron was through the floor by this point) about how much i loved public assembly to the er doctor. she had green hair and gauged ears, so i figured she’d understand.
i could go one for days, weeks about the good times had at public assembly, but they will all live in a big marble room in my memory’s museum. thank you for the safe space you created for the queer people i love. thank you for giving this black girl somewhere to sweat out her weave. thank you for the lasting friendships you created. i’ll always look down at my scar and smile thinking of you.
*editor’s note: public assembly’s closure a couple months ago was marketed as remodeling, so it was a surprise to a bunch of people. read the deets here.