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The first age I went to a gay block, I was eighteen years old. It was in 2017, during a key summer between the first and second years of university, when my companion Sarah and I—still navigating the transition between adolescence and adulthood—decided to seize a trip to Quebec City. Both of us are queer, but prior to that weekend, we had spent most of our time awkwardly fumbling around straight-dominated spaces in Ottawa, trying to figure out who we were and whom we liked.

After we arrived in Quebec, we learned that one of the city’s few gay bars, aptly named Le Drague, was located a few minutes’ walk from our Airbnb. We were fascinated by the idea of it, imagining the debauchery we might obtain into and the fellow queer people we might join. It felt a little taboo, but we were in a new town, safe from the leering eyes of familiar faces in Ottawa. We could be ourselves here, we thought, and what better place to do it than Le Drague?

That night, as we entered the exclude, we saw our first drag queen. She was clad in all dark, lip-synching to Rihanna’s “Umbrella” whi