When You Meet Nancy

I had never met Nancy Novak. I’d heard her name, but our paths had never crossed. She was working at Coca-Cola.  Novak’s Bar & Grill didn’t exist. Nancy was throwing parties for other people and serving drinks to friends in her modest house in North St. Louis across a short stand-alone bar too short to lie on for body shots. Although, drunken attempts were likely made by the Gayborhood/Mich Light football folks. If it could be done, they were the ones to do it!

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An Open Letter to the St. Louis LGBTQIA+ Community

I have walked across the sticky floor of the darkroom at Faces untold times carrying DJ equipment through…nasty; and I have had to replace a broken toilet in the second floor restroom at the Loading Zone on a busy Saturday night – more than once – because some of you thought having sex there would be cleaner than the floor or sink…nasty. Most of you don’t know me, but I have worked in more than half a dozen of the bars in this community over the past two decades, in a number of roles, and I have had to deal with the nasty that goes with that. But I have never met anything so nasty as what I’ve seen from this group of people like I have the past couple of weeks.

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We Have To Do Better – It’s Pride Season, for Fuck’s Sake!

Nothing gets the gay community talking like throwing a little drama in their faces. Here’s the thing, now we have a conversation going, don’t we? That tells me it was the right decision. It was right for Pride St. Louis to want no uniformed officers in the parade, it was right for Mayor Krewson to support the ask, and it was right for the SLPD to support the decision – as difficult as that must have been for them to do, having LGBTQIA officers in their departments.

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