12/19/2025
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The bar that watched me grow, and in so many ways, helped shape who I am.
It’s heavy to see this place close after 11 years of holding down the Miami community. Gramps wasn’t just a bar — it was a q***r landmark. Double Stubble, drag shows, sweaty dance floors, late nights that turned into chosen family. A whole era.
Looking back at photos I’ve taken over the last 10 years here genuinely made me tear up. They’re not just pictures of parties — they’re pieces of my q***r history. When I first moved to Miami, I didn’t know anyone. Gramps became the meeting point. The place where they could see me for who I was, where I could exist freely, loudly, softly — all of it.
Over the years, I became more myself. And Gramps was always there. A place to meet friends, fall in love, fall out of love, cry, laugh, smoke with my people, see DJs I adore, scream at drag performances, and just… grow up. Now all of that lives in memory, and that part hurts.
It also hurts watching q***r spaces disappear so fast, especially around Wynwood. Gentrification keeps swallowing places that meant something real. I hope Miami finds a way to protect and create new spaces where we can keep gathering, loving, and surviving together.
Swipe to see pieces of my gallery — photos of me that sometimes bring up dysphoria, but also a lot of pride. No videos cuz those made me cry too much. I see that version of myself and my community and I see how far they’ve come . Gramps held me through every version, every presentation, every phase — always with love.
Forever grateful.
Forever iconic.
Gramps, you’ll always be that girl in Miami’s q***r story. 🌈🖤