Posted on 10/13/2017 6:57:21 AM PDT by outofsalt
"A redevelopment scheme must include a LGBTQ venue as part of its planning approval, councillors have ruled in Tower Hamlets." 'Tower Hamlets is leading the way in reversing the decline in LGBTQ+ venues which we have seen across London.'
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The muslims should love it
No beheading venue to satisfy the muslims, unbelievable.
Wonder what the Muslim mayor has to say about this.
Tower Hamlets is Sharia country. Pass the popcorn.
So are apps for anonymous hookups destroying a bunch of faaaaaabulous bars and developers are forced to subsidize new gay bars as a memory of past times like having Chaucer’s Ye Olde Inne and Tavernne?
Then why not mandate pubs for fans of each Britcom, even the less popular ones.
Why would any nightclub be required? As for the poofters, the Muslims will host the nightclub on the roof.
What does this even mean? That they have to open a nightclub and sell or lease it to a gay owner? Or they have to open a nightclub where only gays are allowed? And what if the gay nightclub doesn’t do enough business to pay the bills, do they have to keep it open anyway?
And what happens if blatent heterosexuals like the location, menu and service and take over all the tables and squeeze out the gays? Will the bouncer need gaydar?
Allow me to quote Austin Powers in International Man of Mystery
Dr. Evil "The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it."
So...Yeah. It's breathtaking.
At least she did not end up like Seth Rich.
Walking home from a bar late at night is never a bright idea.
They most provide separate bathrooms for the hundreds of various “genders”?
Most = must
More bath houses and sex dungeons?
Homofascist legislators incest upon it.
The dykes will like it because the main dance floor will have wall-to-wall carpet.
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