Isidor Martinez

If you were going out to clubs in Seattle in the 1990s—Re-bar in particular—you knew Isidor. If you were lucky, Isidor knew you.
Isidor was a big, smart, and sardonic presence. She worked the door in a shredded dress, a busted wig, a few bold smears of makeup. Isidor checked IDs and if you struck Isidor as the kind of person who would cause trouble—the wrong kind of trouble (Isidor loved the right kind of trouble)—you weren't getting into Queer Disco or Lemon Twist or Mo