Sleaze

In 1985, after losing significant market share to diet soda and - gasp! - Pepsi, the The Coca Cola Company introduced New Coke, a reformulation of the original product for a new generation. While the launch initially met with great success, public opinion soon soured and the old formula, branded as Coca Cola Classic, was reintroduced to much celebration. Which is to say that’s not at all what we’re doing here - we’ve loved our time at DC9 (best bar in the city just saying) and will miss it greatly - but wouldn’t it be so slay if it was? No, SLEAZE Classic is merely the beginning of a new era for us, one more focused on just throwing a damn good party instead of throwing a damn good party every month (it gets tiring after 6+ years y’all!). And to honor this rebirth - and THE weekend 😉 - we’re going back to where it all started, cramped quarters on the second floor of Wonderland Ballroom where you could scarcely escape the smell of sweat, poppers, and fog, the malodorous miasma (💖) of a cadre of q***rs turning it up on a Thursday night. But hey that’s what the patio’s for (besides ci******es!). So it’s back to the old to begin something new, a return to the fold that we hope involves you, and honestly, we can’t fu***ng wait. # # 😘🫡

A lot more details to come and sentimental post later, but just a heads up tonight is the last Sleaze as you know it in its current form. It’s been an amazing run, and we’ve got more to share with you tonight at midnight. Down to the original $5 cover tonight too. 💖

Is that coal in your stocking or are you just happy to see us? Is that candy in your cane or are you just happy to see us? Is that partridge in your pear tree or are you just happy to see us? Is that a bow on your box or are you just happy to see us? Is that a babe in your barn or are you just… actually let’s stop there. Anyway come to XMAS SLEAZE or YULE be sorry! JINGLE JINGLE

We know what you’re thinking, oh god, ANOTHER party?? And you’re absolutely correct. Oh god, another party. We’re still a bit wrecked from the weekend tbh but as someone who we can’t be bothered to look up once said, the show must go on. And so must we. But hey, at least you don’t need another costume? Unless you want to, in which case we have many November-themed suggestions, though we always lean towards a cornucopia for reasons both comedic and carnal. Figure that one out yourselves, we’re tired, and we need to rest up for Thursday. Xoxo and all that!

Halloween is so scary. Like soooo scary. But you know what’s even scarier? Getting older. The inevitable march towards death. That twelve foot tall skeleton towering over trick or treaters? That will be you one day, assuming of course you’re twelve feet tall (and if you are, call me!). No ghoul, ghost, or goblin can compare to the terrors of aging, which is why we’re CELEBRATING WESS’S BIRTHDAY at ALL HALLOW’S SLEAZE. We honestly have no idea how old you actually are, but we love you no matter what, and we have no doubt you will be a very cool and creepy skeleton one day. And Stuart will still be demanding you play his song (he will also be a skeleton, just taller, see above). ☠️💀☠️💀

Sleaze September

September! There is so much to say about September. Almost unfair to constrain it to a simple caption. So we won’t. Instead let September in to you, let your mind swim with the possibilities, your heart swell with emotion, with elation, with love. Become September. Contain the multitudes embodied by September. Embrace the unknowable force. Unleash the unspeakable power. It’s a month like no other, a word like no other, a place like no other. You will transform, transmute, transcend. You will never be the same, not different but something else entirely. A secret third thing known only to September. By September. As September. Do you feel it? We all do. We all will. And that’s because there’s a new Kylie album dropping. Stream Tension on September 22nd! (And sure, come to SLEAZE on the 7th.)
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It’s hot. Like really hot. Like uh oh hot. Climate catastrophe hot. That one guy who’s still outside running shirtless hot (he’s also hot). What we’re saying is, the world is on fire, so unless the people actually in charge do something (ha!) we’re pretty much doomed. So now that we got you in the mood for a party, here’s a party. And it’s gonna be hot too. But good hot. Not bad hot. There’s enough of that to go around already. Probably too much, but we’re not scientists, we’re ARTISTS. Hot artists. 🥵

See you Thursday 🥰

We’re proud to say it: we missed you. But now we’re back and worse than ever. Back and ready to celebrate how awesome it is to be q***r and look at floats and be like WOW that bank is very gay. It’s pride whether you like it or not - we have our reservations but honestly it’s kinda fun sometimes - and we’re ready to kick off a weekend of fun parties, not so fun parties, and parties that are frankly questionable in both theme and ex*****on. But not this party. Our theme? Sleaze. Our ex*****on? Drawn and quartered. It’s kinda kinky, no?

Six - it’s not just kiwi for “sex”. It’s the number of years we’ve been bringing you to the dance floor and boy are our feet tired! But our spirit isn’t; well maybe a little, but that won’t stop us from celebrating another momentous milestone in our diary of drink, dance, and, well, you fill in the rest. Long story short, we’re turning six, you’re turning up, and we’re turning you out. And then we’re turning in cause sleepy 🥱

Here at SLEAZE we love a good monthly theme. And that’s why we love March, proud home of some ancient dude getting knifed and also having to watch straight men enjoy themselves. March, the monthiest of months that we can’t help but celebrate by shouting from the rooftops: MARCH!!!!!!!! 🚶

Atlanta made it safe. Come kick it with these cuties tonight 💖

Mallory 2023 💦 hydrate babes, it’s gonna be a long one 🥵

Three floors. Three performances. Three guest DJs. And two regular ones but we’ll ignore that for our purposes. Introducing Sleaze: Triple Sweat, your super-sized welcome to [REDACTED]. Dancing, deviance, and drinking far too much for a Thursday but hey, it’s kind of a holiday! Great things come in threes. Or fours. Or fives. Or… you get where where we’re going with this 😏

Don’t get too full this week because next week you’re getting BRED. Gingerbred. Like the COOKIE. Because we’re not heathens, we’re angels, much like the ones who constructed the wee baby bairn christ child out of flour, butter, eggs, and LOVE. So come get bred - it’s what jesus would have wanted. And probably what you want to. Heathen. 🍞

It’s the season of gratitude, of appreciation, of saying thanks for coming to our party despite that time the disco ball almost fell on like seven people (jk never happened… or did it??? 😅). From Wonderland to DC9 to the secret one you weren’t invited to, we could not be more appreciative of your love, support, and paying cover. Especially the cover. So this November, as you sit down to a meal surrounded by your family and friends and everyone you love, be thankful for all the things that are important to you. Including us. Especially us.😌

🩸The night that disco died… and came back from the graaaave. Tie us up, stake us down, it won’t keep us buried but it will make us H***Y. So join our dance macabre, our blood rave, our satanic shimmy, and have a taste of what it’s like to live forever. Or at least for 4.5 hours. Yikes!🩸

Summer is almost over, words nearly too painful to type. And while thanks to the whole “world being on fire” thing it’ll probably be a minute until it’s actually cold, the prospect of being out on these streets dressed like a respectable human fills us with intense dread. Fortunately though we’re not on these streets, we’re in the club, and we all know god invented outerwear so we could still wear crop tops in January. But we’ll miss you summer, and all of the heat-induced instances of poor decision making you’ve gifted us these past few months. And also that 72 hour period where we saw Charli AND Gaga. You are a generous lover. 🥲

Hot stuff coming through! We can’t predict the weather. I mean we can barely predict when the next SLEAZE is despite maintaining the same schedule for 5+ years. But we do know August in DC, and what it’s like to discover new and exciting places to sweat, so why not go somewhere old and reliable (so chic, so sexy!) to do it instead? Because any excuse to wear as little as possible (have you ever folded a crop top into something the size of a literal Kleenex? It’s liberating!) is worth some initial discomfort. And great news, it’s only going to get worse from here!

Pride is over, and this July there is so much to be shameful for. Your behavior last month. Your behavior last night. Your behavior RIGHT NOW. And of course the literal dumpster of a country that we all call home (hope your 4th was cute!). As any good pig will tell you, the best way to wallow is together. So turn around, hang your head, and think long and hard about what you’ve done. Because honestly that’s kind of our kink. 😳