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THE PARTY THAT SAVED PITTSBURGH

Inside the artisanal-popper-fueled sex ’n’ noise party hot enough to melt Steel City.

March 1, 2024
Miles Raymer

The man standing in front of me on the dance floor of the sprawling 24-hour queer sex club was wearing nothing but flip-flops and a white towel wrapped around his waist. He looked 40s-ish, a little chubby, a few inches shorter than me in my platform Crocs. He was cis and straightseeming, with a short, conservative haircut and neatly trimmed mustache that gave “boring cybersecurity analyst,” although his presence at a trans-centric noise show in a queer sex club—as well as the tall, beautiful woman beside him, also wearing only a towel—made me wonder how boring he really was.

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