The club was many things to many people. A tourist trap. A neighborhood bar. A haven where women who loved each other could meet in public without fear or the shame of sidelong glances from “nice” ladies. Mona took care of her girls—butches, femmes, Flos, Freddies, wanna-bees, looky-loos, he-shes. At Mona’s, a girl could be anyone she dreamed, even if for just one night, no questions asked. Or at least no answers required.
