I might as well be honest..
Most clubs are too crowded for my taste, putting my PTSD on edge.
Gay clubs are -usually- a lot less crowded, which works better for me. (If I'm going to a straight club, I'll go on a Sunday evening or during the week, never on the weekend though.)
And if it didn't always happen like;
I'm at the bar, nursing a drink, smiling and watching the crowd dance. Lady walks over, asks whether my boyfriend is out there dancing. I say 'no', because I'm straight and don't have a boyfriend.
She asks why I'm at a gay club, I'll answer that the music is usually better, I never have to worry about getting into a fight with anyone, and that the ladies all seem to be a lot prettier.
And I smile as sincerely as I can.

I think it might be a mixture of honesty -because I really am there for the better music and lack of drunk type A personalities, being laid back -because I am, what can I say..

, and adopting a non-threatening composure. After that I just be me..
