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In a land where everything feels frenetic, gay life is no exception. Tokyo has the highest concentration of gay bars in the world. Most are tiny and serve very specific niches.
I exited the Shinjuku-sanchome metro station, keen to
discover Tokyo by night. My pupils dilated and contracted,
adjusting to the flash of ubiquitous neon, engrossed in a
canopy of foreign characters and fascinating calligraphy.
I could still taste the remnants of tempura flakes and barbecued eel from
dinner as I mentally recounted my second enchanting day in Tokyo: sunrise photographs of the vibrant Tsukiji fish market, treks through scores of
deeply misunderstood Harajuku teens to reach the sacred Meiji Jingu Shrine,
and soliciting the favors of Kannon, the goddess of mercy, at the hectic Sensoji Temple. In a short 48 hours, Tokyo had completely ambushed my senses.
Curious to discover Tokyo's gay nightlife, I had mapped out a plan of action
before leaving my swanky hotel room at the world's most seductive Ritz Carlton. While my Japanese friends had insisted homosexual hangouts were scarce in the capital city, diligence and the guidance of the hotel's cherubic concierge supported another theory, a raging yet clandestine scene, centralized in Tokyo's unofficial gayborhood, Shinjuku Ni-chome.
As I retrieved my pocket map outside the metro station, I noticed a group of
muscular twenty-somethings sashaying in the same direction. I stalked the group
for about five minutes, finally stumbling upon the lost city of Homo Edo.
I heard familiar English intonation and gravitated towards some expats
practicing Japanese with a group of Asian jocks who were clearly reveling in
their endearing accents. I was quickly adopted by the multicultural assembly
and given a primer of gay Tokyo. We were standing at the heart of
the Shinjuku gayborhood, facing the world-famous Advocates Cafe, which
claims unofficial rights to the main street. In a society where foreigners are often viewed with suspicion, Advocates Cafe became a pioneer of gay nightlife by opening its indoors
and outdoors to locals and foreigners alike. It now maintains its reputation
as the early-evening watering hole, loud and chaotic, packing the street like a small gay Pride parade, where smiling visitors toast to Tokyo's iconoclasms and eager
Japanese boys eye up the Westerners and each other.
My newfound friends, three Anglo-Japanese couples, shared a
common theme: the young expats had studied in Tokyo, fallen in love
with Japanese guys and never left. The Texan, the Bostonian, the Aussie
and their Japanese beaus took on the mission of helping me discover
the gay scene over the course of two short nights. Their insider knowledge
revealed a shocking and unexpected statistic: Tokyo flaunts the highest
concentration of gay bars in the world.
Hundreds of bars
The narrow, stacked buildings standing above us struck me as a series
of futuristic beehives. Inside were vertical assemblies of petite gay
bars, stacked one on top of another, amounting to more than 200 individual
businesses in a five-square-block area. My new friends warned
of the strict members-only entrance policies for the boutique bars. Some
catered to a particular sub-culture like hardcore leather or bears, some
attracted those into a specific fetish like sniffing sullied underwear, others
drew gents interested in kinky Japanese rape porn.
After encountering much door-slamming disappointment, my new
friends informed me that most of these shoebox-sized bars were miserably boring. Varying from the size of a cruise ship cabin to a New York City studio, few could hold more than a dozen people at a time. Instant membership is impossible. Personal
friendship with a member or the bartender determines the right to enter,
and a xenophobic attitude precludes most foreigners from ever sampling
the esoteric flavors. But it turned out that there is fun available for visitors. Advocates Cafe is by far the easiest place to make new friends during your visit. After
that, the crowd divides between the wildly popular dance club Arty Farty
and its smaller outpost, the Annex, the leather palace Dragon Men, or
the upscale Kinsmen. There are also crop up almost nightly.
This particular Saturday night, the crowd at Advocates buzzed about a
late-night Madonna-themed party at Arch. Come 1am, this was the destination of our group, which had grown to a dozen people representing five countries. As we entered the subterranean chamber, familiar tunes poured from the sound system, and we gazed
at paper dolls representing Madonna's various looks. Club kids, drag
queens, Harajuku girls and shirtless, toned circuit boys partied like it was
1999, flailing their arms, shaking the sweat from their thick black manes
and eagerly and incorrectly shouting the lyrics.
In an instant, the intoxicating cacophony turned to order as patrons
diligently assumed seats on the dancefloor. On an exact replica of the
set from the Sticky & Sweet Tour, an incredible impersonator (strangely resembling Madonna after fresh rounds of Botox) performed 10 numbers with
a troupe of professional dancers. During the rendition of 4 Minutes,
there was even a guest appearance by Justin Timberlake (okay, he bore little
resemblance to the real thing). The perfection of costumes and
choreography, the crowd's too-orderly conduct, the constant greetings from
the people sitting next to me (with copious spit spray with every welcome), the countless rounds of sake, beer and vodka sodas, and the awesome people I met that night reigned
as the highlight of my two-month trip to Asia.
A few nights of partying later, I had yet another reason to be fascinated
with the land of Hello Kitty, Pokemon, Atari, Nintendo, Honda, Sony and
Mitsubishi. Tokyo is home to an original and robust world-class gay scene, with constantly changing offerings. As Tokyo creeps out of the closet, fashionable bars and restaurants, such as the Grill Room at the Park Hyatt and the Dom Perignon Sunday brunch at Forty-Five in the Ritz-Carlton, are noticeably filled with the upper echelon of gay society. This fast-forward capital city provides a niche for all flavors of gay life, relentlessly imbuing every day with a wow factor that makes you feel you have arrived in an alternative universe: Planet Tokyo.
Addresses in Tokyo are notoriously difficult for foreigners to
decipher. To help find your way, check out the links below.
Tenka Building, Shinjuku Ni-chome;
(1/F Futami Building,
2-14-11, Shinjuku Ni-chome; arty-farty.net)
(B/F Dai-2 Hayakawaya
Building, 2-14-6, Shinjuku
(2/F 33 Kyutei
Building, 2-11-7, Shinjuku
(1/F Stork Nagasaki,
2-11-4, Shinjuku Ni-chome; tokyo.to/dragon)
(2/F Homebase Building,
2-18-5, Shinjuku Ni-chome;
Tokyo for our full listings of bars, saunas, hotels and other information of gay interest.
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