clubhouse —
and what you’re missing out on:
Community. Invigorating conversations. Eavesdropping on the most intimate discussions you wish you were having with your pandemic-far best friends.
From Lupe Fiasco and Virgil Abloh talking about the New School in New York to Peggy Gou spinning ghetto house, to radio station-esque rooms playing retro French music. The possibilities are endless.
In one room that started as a welcoming party for a friend as a first-time clubhouser, it went as you’d expect it: just friends, inside-jokes, casual. Until the gays invaded.
Literally, Asian gays from all over the world joined in and the conversation morphed into a discussion about being queer on social media and the pros and cons of the unwritten rules around a digitally queer identity. Everyone took turns sharing stories, personal and funny, heartbreaking and warm. Respect rang in individual voices just as much as it did in silence. For once, I felt a part of a community.
It’s beautiful, to see discussions blossom, wilt, change colors in topics, like seasons, to remove the thorns of networking and shyness, allowing a seat at the table for everyone.
