In an era when existence was rebellion, hidden among the dimly lit corners of America’s juke joints and supper clubs, was sanctuary. Before the historic cry of Stonewall, there were sacred spaces echoing with whispers of love, resistance, and community. Dive into a forgotten world where bars were more than just bars – they were lifelines. Welcome to Baby, You Are My Religion, where every story is a journey back to when being oneself was the bravest act of all.