Note: This was the first Google Image I saw here (TOTALLY NSFW so be wary)…which is pretty much exactly what I expect from a gay disco.

From the department of “man bites dog,” we bring you the story of a woman apparently using excessive force on police. She has called 911 “once or twice every night” for the past 21 months to complain about noise coming from Neighbours, a gay dance club that has operated on Broadway since the early 1980s. Her calls began in June 2007, when she moved into a low-income, partially subsidized apartment building at East Pine Street and Broadway, on the same block as the dance club. The most recent complaint on record, made at 2 a.m. last Friday night, summoned the police.

The responding officer notes in a report that the woman “calls nightly to complain about music from this club…. She is the only person who calls to complain. She has told officers in the past that she wants to close this club down and will call as many times as it takes to accomplish this.”

The woman, a 56-year-old retired nurse who asked not to be named, denies that she is trying to shut down the club. “I would call the police once or twice every night,” she confirms, sitting in her one-bedroom apartment, which looks south onto the roof of Neighbours and toward First Hill. It smells strongly of her two medium-sized dogs. “I’m an old rock ‘n roll queen from way back when, and if it was just music I was hearing, it would be fine,” she says. “But what we hear is bass and bass only. And it has been so loud in the past that the windows rattle.” She says drunken throngs in the alley are also noisy.

I could imagine this would mess with your sleep quite a bit. But you know what’d really mess with your sleep? Trying to sleep in a gay disco. There’s nothing that can wake me out of my slumber quite as violently as the sounds of f’ing and farting, all in one fell swoop. Unless you want to throw a gay man’s penis accidentally slapping my face while I try to sleep on the couch. I’ll tell you what, that’s the last time I try to sleep at a gay sex club to save money. These lessons you only learn first-hand, I’ll tell you that. Figuratively first-hand. Not literally. I think. I don’t know, I do a lot of odd things when I’m asleep.

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