Just looked at the following and to be honest it deserves its own post. Watch for yourself!
It's not just that it's funny that makes this thing special, it's the simple fact that I adore how much time Panti has put into to her pub. Unlike other pubs such as The George, The Dragon and the Front Lounge (yes they should be named and shamed), Pantibar has actually made an effort to understand her community and facilitate for all the gay breeds out there. She's made the website, blog, speaks to her customers on facebook, not forgetting providing hot Brazilian staff for us to gawk at (yes I have a dirty mind)- a bonus straight away!
I'm not blind to the fact that this is a business for herself and that she has looked at everything with the attention to gaining some profit at the end of the week. But it's been to long a time for me going into the likes of The George and feeling that I'm being totally ripped off. Finally someone is taking note that just because the Pink Pound is a massive money investment, that we're like no others when it comes to wanting drink promotions and saving money, especially in the times we're facing now. So a big clap on the back for Panti, for making me appreciate what's left of the gay scene in Dublin.
Congratulations Panti!
As one of my dear friends says, "Panti for president"!
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010
panti for president
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Tuesday, November 24, 2009
doubt? i think not.
His name is Fernando Fernandes and if I ever question my sexual preference (which is very unlikely), all I have to is look at the below picture and snap right out of it.
However, if I have really bad day of doubt (which I never do) and the above picture can't help, I'll stare at the next picture. I don't think I'd even have to time it, I know I would be instantly in gay whatever land. HOT with capital letters is not even the way to phrase him, I'm lost with words, a hard task to throw at me and lose.
He is why men are greater than women.......................................fact!


Sunday, January 25, 2009
the writing's on my ankle
When I went away to Thailand, Etain and myself got drunk one night. To be fair Etain was far drunker than myself but in the end we decided to get a tattoo on our ankle. We wanted something small. At one point I think a freckle was suggested but we soon said let's do some thing that means something to us both. So me, being very fond of my history and gay heritage, I suggest a triangle. It would be a triangle that points towards the ground, like the ones down below. This triangle represented the homosexuals that were killed in the concentration camps in Nazi-Germany.
We ended up getting a black triangle each. Then I thought to myself the pink triangle represents the gay men that were victimized in Nazi-Germany. Our triangles were black. So basically my triangles mean shit to me. They weren't pink, so they have nothing to with my heritage at all, I have a black triangle that means absolutely nothing to me. And if you saw the triangle, you wouldn't even think it was a bloody triangle, looks like a faded heart to me.
Then I thought myself, what does the black triangle actually represent?
Well, at first I discovered it represented the anti-social which included; mentally-disabled, homeless, alcoholics and prostitutes.
But then to my annoyance, I found that lesbians were giving this colour as a representation of their sexuality.
Well I'm not impressed! I'm actually becoming a lesbian. The majority of my close friends are lesbians. I had to stop going to the L word viewings because I felt I was becoming to close to having my penis fall off and then everything would change vagina like. But now I have a symbol on my ankle that says I'm a lesbian too.
What have I done?
I'm gonna have to get this thing changed quick especially before I start liking girls (oh my god, I think I'm going to vomit).

Then I thought myself, what does the black triangle actually represent?
Well, at first I discovered it represented the anti-social which included; mentally-disabled, homeless, alcoholics and prostitutes.
But then to my annoyance, I found that lesbians were giving this colour as a representation of their sexuality.
Well I'm not impressed! I'm actually becoming a lesbian. The majority of my close friends are lesbians. I had to stop going to the L word viewings because I felt I was becoming to close to having my penis fall off and then everything would change vagina like. But now I have a symbol on my ankle that says I'm a lesbian too.
What have I done?
I'm gonna have to get this thing changed quick especially before I start liking girls (oh my god, I think I'm going to vomit).
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