Herringbone’s My heart rate accelerated to a level I knew was dangerous. It even caused tinnitus to explode in my ears. But was I stopping? Miss said to go in, flirt, take someone into the bathroom, and record myself eating a stranger’s pussy. Here in my vanilla community, “everyone” knew that Herringbone’s was a lesbian bar. Something we talked about at barbecues, suggested as someplace to “check out” when we had a few t...