The Greatest Lesbian Bar Ever, Slammers
I made this piece to celebrate a very particular time and place in my life— Columbus, Ohio, c. 2002-2006. I was a bartender and server and even a manager (lol) at Slammers and it kept me alive. Slammers is one of the last remaining lesbian bars in the U.S., and has been open since 1993. It is featured in the Lesbian Bar Project and I believe also in Moby Dyke, which I haven’t read, yet!
This is personal in some of the details but if you love lesbians, lesbian bars, Columbus, OH, Slammers, or any combination of those things…
11×11 inches, ready-to-hang.
******I am always open to commissions in this format! Send me a place and things and objects and moods and colors that were important to you or a loved one and I can deliver. Note that prices for custom work will usually be a bit more than what I’m selling this piece for (this is a sale item).*****
Key:
-The back porch roof outside the room on S 22nd street where I did a lot of drinking and making art, where me and my friends would sit at night and smoke.
-Beaver power: a bumper sticker I had on my ’85 corolla; I now have another Beaver Power bumper sticker on my ’96 corolla because apparently my fate is to only own ancient corollas.
-Isabella and Lola’s tails— my constant companions.
-The Marlene Dietrich sheet music I had on my bedroom wall and the blue beading representing the beautiful tiles i had around the fireplace in my VERY run down victorian bedroom on N. Monroe.
-The top edge is for German Village, as is the giant tropicana that I first experienced in Schiller Park and the nights I spent walking there.
-So are the grapes which entwined a trellis in my first backyard there.
-The squirrel that got zapped on the telephone wire and that me and Angela made Casey run over to put it out of its misery.
-The pumpkin muffins I was going to make the morning I realize the Beav had been stolen
“Ok, Gemini!” Stephi’s response to almost every batshit thing that came out of my mouth those days, to the tune of 99 Bananas.
-Cha Cha’s cheetah print high heel shoe chair.
-My ex gf BMW accountant and the upward mobility of establishment lezzes.
-A juke box that will forever play nothing by Outkast’s Hey Ya!
-Candles for the eating disorder clinic I worked in and it’s wellness vibe— very handy for covering up the signs of my horrible alcoholism.
-A conch shell for the time a gay couple got into a fight in Slammers and the white boy with braids and conch shells had them ripped out and I had to sweep them up from all over the floor LOL.
-Lyrics from Clark Gable by the Postal Service— Give Up is from this period for me and always will be.
-A blue eye for Casey, to whom I honestly owe the fact that I am still alive.
I made this piece to celebrate a very particular time and place in my life— Columbus, Ohio, c. 2002-2006. I was a bartender and server and even a manager (lol) at Slammers and it kept me alive. Slammers is one of the last remaining lesbian bars in the U.S., and has been open since 1993. It is featured in the Lesbian Bar Project and I believe also in Moby Dyke, which I haven’t read, yet!
This is personal in some of the details but if you love lesbians, lesbian bars, Columbus, OH, Slammers, or any combination of those things…
11×11 inches, ready-to-hang.
******I am always open to commissions in this format! Send me a place and things and objects and moods and colors that were important to you or a loved one and I can deliver. Note that prices for custom work will usually be a bit more than what I’m selling this piece for (this is a sale item).*****
Key:
-The back porch roof outside the room on S 22nd street where I did a lot of drinking and making art, where me and my friends would sit at night and smoke.
-Beaver power: a bumper sticker I had on my ’85 corolla; I now have another Beaver Power bumper sticker on my ’96 corolla because apparently my fate is to only own ancient corollas.
-Isabella and Lola’s tails— my constant companions.
-The Marlene Dietrich sheet music I had on my bedroom wall and the blue beading representing the beautiful tiles i had around the fireplace in my VERY run down victorian bedroom on N. Monroe.
-The top edge is for German Village, as is the giant tropicana that I first experienced in Schiller Park and the nights I spent walking there.
-So are the grapes which entwined a trellis in my first backyard there.
-The squirrel that got zapped on the telephone wire and that me and Angela made Casey run over to put it out of its misery.
-The pumpkin muffins I was going to make the morning I realize the Beav had been stolen
“Ok, Gemini!” Stephi’s response to almost every batshit thing that came out of my mouth those days, to the tune of 99 Bananas.
-Cha Cha’s cheetah print high heel shoe chair.
-My ex gf BMW accountant and the upward mobility of establishment lezzes.
-A juke box that will forever play nothing by Outkast’s Hey Ya!
-Candles for the eating disorder clinic I worked in and it’s wellness vibe— very handy for covering up the signs of my horrible alcoholism.
-A conch shell for the time a gay couple got into a fight in Slammers and the white boy with braids and conch shells had them ripped out and I had to sweep them up from all over the floor LOL.
-Lyrics from Clark Gable by the Postal Service— Give Up is from this period for me and always will be.
-A blue eye for Casey, to whom I honestly owe the fact that I am still alive.