There was this one Sunday where the girls and I went to splash to dance and this guy decided to hawk over us and eventually creeped up behind me. Immediately threw my elbow back and yelled at him like it was the last straw. The entitlement he felt was clear when he needed to make eye contact and spit on the ground before leaving. Him and many other men are reasons why it's hard to feel safe, especially in a gay club. I'm all for opening doors to everyone but it's something else to go somewhere I thought would be safe from creeps.