If you had assumed that the website “GreenLanternDC.com” went to the official site for the movie Green Lantern, the Warner Bros production of the DC comic, you’d be wrong. Because it actually goes to Green Lantern DC, a gay bar in Washington DC. You know, the place with bars on the windows, that’s downstairs from The Toolshed. They offer a myriad of exciting promotions and drink specials, such as “bears do yoga”, underwear party, and shirtless men drink free. Aw. I wish FilmDrunk headquarters was in DC, instead of crummy old non-gay San Francisco. (*kicks empty can, faint sound of house music*) … (*ntz*) (*ntz*) (*ntz*) (*ntz*) (*ntz*) (*ntz*)…
The Green Lantern has undergone a transcendental rebirth. The original Green Lantern, which closed July 1999, was a small, dark bar, with black spray paint over the windows and a less-than-elegant atmosphere. Now, a bright paint job, a new ventilation system and friendly staff [and new upholstery, hopefully -Ed.] have given the old place a new attitude. Owner Greg Z. wanted to open a club that was an alternative to the established gay venues around the 17th and P Street scene, one where regular guys could meet in a casual, clean, and fun spot.
The central bar that sits square in the middle of the first floor is designed for a small crowd to engage in conversation. The modified space also allows patrons to, as one regular remarked, “casually cruise and be cruised.”
Directly upstairs from the Green Lantern is the Toolshed, which caters to the “bear crowd” — rugged lumberjack types, although flannel is optional. [GreenLanternDC]
Don’t patronize me, block quote, I think I’m WELL aware what a “bear” is. So why is the bar called The Green Lantern, you ask? Well because it’s the gayest superhero, of course. You might think Superman is the gayest, because he wears a red cape and his underwear on the outside of his leotard. Or Spider-Man, because he’s always running around the city in a spandex onesie, shooting his webbing on the baddest of bad boys. But The Green Lantern’s prized possession is a gaudy ring, which he won for going face-to-face with a purple-headed alien without showing fear. That’s not an origin story, it’s Boy Scout Camp.
[Thanks to Jon Brown for the tip. Boy does that sound like a euphemism all of a sudden.]
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