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I used to go to The Mercury
it was an on and off thing in which I’d take a break for months, sometimes years.
There was a time back in Seattle when it was slightly less gentrified and the Goth and Industrial Communities had clubs that engaged in competition with each other, maybe that’s the only reason The Mercury staff and whoever was running it at the time bothered to do anything about creepers and sex pests.
They don’t anymore. It’s not the only reason I’m done with that place, but I will keep those reasons private.
But it’s painful to think about how little they care anymore, and to watch threads on their FaceBook Group argue over the very real sex pest problems, full of neckbeards and selfishly indifferent club managers about these fucking safety hazards.
There was a time back in Seattle when it was slightly less gentrified and the Goth and Industrial Communities had clubs that engaged in competition with each other, maybe that’s the only reason The Mercury staff and whoever was running it at the time bothered to do anything about creepers and sex pests.
They don’t anymore. It’s not the only reason I’m done with that place, but I will keep those reasons private.
But it’s painful to think about how little they care anymore, and to watch threads on their FaceBook Group argue over the very real sex pest problems, full of neckbeards and selfishly indifferent club managers about these fucking safety hazards.