Killer Heels at the Brooklyn Museum

I’ll never forget the first time I encountered Grindr. In 2009, I was enjoying happy hour at Cobalt, a since-shuttered gay bar in D.C.’s Dupont Circle. My friend, spying the mustard skull on an iPhone (first released in 2007!) from across the room, nudged me. “That’s the gay hookup app,” he whispered scandalously. Keep Reading →