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Get Out of My Gay Bar, Straight Girl

It's 11:30, the club is bumpin' bumpin', and I'm contemplating a hate crime. Wednesday night is ladies night (as in ladies who like ladies night, not a night celebrating everyone's vulva with half-priced vodka tonics), and I've wormed into a sliver of much-coveted bathroom mirror space to painstakingly reapply my…