You lock eyes with that example of pure sex across the bar. They weave through the crowd drawing ever closer and your cage begin to strain against the growing pressure in your loins. That’s what cruising is like. That what should happen in an Eagle. It’s a canvas for the art of cruising.
The District Eagle in DC is the fucking perfect back drop for just that….cruising!
Indicative of the best Berlin bars the musk of the unknown is palatable. This is not a drag, twink, circuit, bar. This is a bar designed for fucking.
It’s unlike any “gay” bar in America and is destined to become a major and central part of the mid-Atlantic fetish culture.
It’s truly been a very….and I do mean a very fucking long time…as in decades since the US has had a purely “crusing” bar.
A concept that was the corner stone of fetish culture before the advent of apps, you met perspective fucks in person. You created a connection in the real, even if it only lasted for a momentary fuck. Bars like the District Eagle were once common place in the queer-culture. Homes for the outcast and ostracized; the perverts and leather clad. And while all are welcome, and encouraged to experience this very bespoke space, it is a very masculine environment. Not toxic, but musky in the most delicious fucking sense of the word.
Even the bathrooms are designed to be effective and efficient means to a cum soaked happy ending. It’s a value-combo rest-room play-space.
The District Eagle is exactly the avant-garde, who gives a fuck, you can’t stop me kind from being me or fucking who I want kind of place we need in today. It’s quite literally a hey-ho-fuck-you to those that want to erase who and what we are.
