Lesbian bars are disappearing. We spent a night at one that’s still standing.

$4 Wine, movements, Politics, Sexuality, social justice

Walking into Henrietta Hudson feels like taking off a heavy backpack. It’s a humid June night in New York’s Greenwich Village, and inside the reggaeton-pulsing bar, a sparse crowd drinks beer and laughs. My shoulders instantly relax, and not just because I’ve escaped a spring downpour.

Read more at The Washington Posts’s The Lily. Photo: FULBERT, CC BY-SA 4.0
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