(PKI/Pride) Bar Outreach Numero Uno
|Tomorrow is Gay Pride night at Paramount's King's Island, the local amusement park. In light of this, AVOC decided to partner with Northern Kentucky's Health Department to do a pre-PKI bar outreach across the river, in Covington, Kentucky. We met at the Yada Club, a hotspot for younger, pretty lesbians.|
I learned a lot of things tonight. For example, there is a certain percentage of lesbian women that, in desperation, may enjoy the company of a man, from time to time. (read: gay men don't swing as much.) This can be a risk factor. This is not all women in this demographic, just some.
So, the time came and I took the main room and Barry took the front room. I approached people, smiling a bit (knowing that I was about to give a lesbian a condom.) I greeted them and asked them if they had gotten their fun kit. In most cases, they inspected the packet. In some cases, they quietly stuck the packet in their pocket and thanked me. I explained that there was also information about getting tested "across the river." Still smiling, I said "tell your friends, tell your neighbors to get tested."
In most cases, the women were appreciative to the fact that I was giving them something, but not all that receptive to what I was giving them. Kind of like if someone were to hand me a 10 lb bag of Alpo.
"You can and should use these for toys," I said (especially, if I knew there could potentially be a bit of resistance.) Then I also talked about testing. Usually there was a bit of dialog, which I enjoyed.
I had fun distributing packets to a group of gay men. We talked about the flavored ones which I sought out for them. They cracked me up.
My best story was with two guys that looked to be 21 years old and a day. They were so young they even seemed a bit out of place. They walked in and I immediately remembered that they were a key risk group. (Understand there is a feeling of being INVINCIBLE!! Ah, youth.)
So, I approached them with my line. They first guy gladly accepted the condoms. Looking at the second, I said, "I think you need some flavored ones." I looked in the bag. Nope. I gave him one of the regular packets and excused myself.
I went back to the table and I found a packet with mint and cola flavored ones and offered to switch theese with the ones I had given them.
Snapping them from my hands, he said, "Thanks, I'll use them. We do."
I kind of believed them. And that made me smile.