Indianapolis gay bars used to be in the dark, not just figuratively but literally—they didn’t used to have windows.
“People years ago wouldn’t have been comfortable with windows,” said Steve Warman, 65, who has bartended in gay bars in Indianapolis since the 1970s. He works now at Greg’s Our Place, at 16th and Delaware streets, which opened up its windows in 2009. “They’d be afraid people would shoot them.
“Or see them.”
The difference now, said Shantel Sifuentes, who was sitting with the 44-year-old Bill but is 15 years younger—and who spelled out her last name slowly and clearly—is that “people want the city to know the LGBT community is out there.”