Wednesday, October 12, 2005
The place is gay no more
I’d been away from Beijing for two weeks this time and nothing had changed in my neighborhood, except that the construction site for the Ritz Carlton has more glass windows on it now. That was strange. Usually there should at least be some restaurants popping up here and there.
Or perhaps I’ve been staying inside all day since I got back thus haven’t noticed any change?
I spent the past two days working on a grant proposal for my planned documentary on the transformation of a straight bar into a gay one. I finally finished it this afternoon. So I called Owen, a co-owner of the bar, to schedule an interview.
“Oh, we are in the process of selling it. A very good price. I’m negotiating the contract right now.” He announced enthusiastically.
My heart sank. Last time I talked to Owen, he was just having a fight with the other owners over management control. Things changed fast. “Will the new place still be gay?” I tried to hold on to the last bit of hope.
“Uh…” He hesitated. “Probably not. But I still have this other friend who may start another gay bar soon.”
Damn the ficklenss of Beijing. Can’t the place just stay gay until I finish filming?