My first gay moment in Savannah, Georgia, wasn’t at a gay bar or networking event. It wasn’t cruising at notorious Forsyth Park or firing up Grindr on my iPhone. In fact, it wasn’t even gay themed at all. After a long afternoon of touring, I ambled into a dive-y bar called McDonough’s, an Irish pub opened in 1987 and a regular haunt for locals as it’s just outside the tourist perimeter.