Say, you look like the western type, am I right? We’ve got everything you need-your button-fly Levis, western plaid shirts, cowboy boots, hats. Here they are offered gear to fit any of the latest machoman fashions. They move upward, past walls decorated with artwork of male nudes and mementos of motorcycle clubs, to emerge among racks and shelves of gay-oriented clothing. Husky young men-habitués of the “leather-Levi” subculture-are still breaking away from the crowded barrooms below and heading up the stairs to the store.
Editor’s note: This article appeared in the September 1980 issue of The Washingtonian.Īlthough it is past midnight, the clothing store on the top floor of the DC Eagle, one of Washington’s busiest gay bars, is still open.
