Rudy’s had served the LGBTQIAPK (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer, intersexual, asexual, pansexual and polygamous, and kinkiness) masses in the tri-state area for the past two decades. Although Rudy, now almost fifty, had first planned for his eatery/bar to be a jazz club in 1992, the LGBTQIAPK swooped in and made the bar their own, a place to be themselves and feel comfortable knowing there were others in the world.
Being the Fourth of July, the bar housed a slew of drag queens dressed in their red-white-and-blue bikinis. Semi-naked muscle studs glowing in Coppertone had already consumed too many beers, being sloppy with each other, and sexually suggestive. House rock roared, and Jazzy BJ Jeff, a local DJ, spun records at his post, entertaining the guests on Rudy’s expansive de
