KMK: No Pulse

So, last night being Christmas Eve I ventured out to the hill in Itaewon to meet up with a friend for a drink and night out on the town. All started out well. He had brought along another friend and even though the guy couldn’t speak English my friend happily translated. We started off at Queen, moved over to Soho, and then decided on Pulse to dance the night away.

That idea ground to a startling halt when, after my two friends had already paid and gone down into the club, that the doorman announced to me that it was a “Korean only” night at Pulse and that I couldn’t go in. Unbelievable considering two white girls came stumbling out of the club. When I pointed that out he had no answer except that it was still Korean only. Silly me, maybe those two girls were just really fair skinned Korean girls who’d had eye surgery?

By this point my friend had come back up to find me. I explained the situation and he couldn’t believe it either. He spoke with the doorman in Korean and low and behold it was all a mistake: he thought I was some straight guy likely to start a fight in the club and that now I could go right in.

Not bloody likely.

At this point my friend and his buddy had already paid so I told them to go back inside and have fun, but that I would not be joining them. Just why had I been singled out as the troublemaker? Maybe you all can speculate and let me know what you think, though I have come to my own conclusions. The gay community is often thought of as a bastion of acceptance; an umbrella of all creeds, cultures, and colors. And that’s how I would like to view it, but that perspective becomes a bit difficult to maintain when that umbrella is snapped closed in one’s face with a spiteful flick of discrimination.

So, Merry Christmas to the folks at Pulse; may the season leech the bigotedly behavior from your hearts.