Tour of Homos: BJ Roosters

Ah, BJ Roosters. Where dirty strippers sway on a dirty bar and use their dirty sneakers to step over your dirty martini. Only, they're not strippers because the strippers in Atlanta work at Swinging Richards. These are the rejects from that crack den relegated to a career of keeping their underwear on and dancing on a bar so tall in a room so small that any one interested in their antics has to pull a neck muscle just to catch a glimpse of the razor burn on their taint. The lucky ones get purchased for a private in these kennel-looking cages. Because nothing telegraphs having your life together like selling or purchasing a blow job in a dog pen. BJ Roosters: the ashtray of gay bars. Smoky, grimy, and full of discarded butts. Don't let the upbeat thump-thump of house music fool you -- the nursing home your grandmother is waiting to die in is less depressing.