Tiny’s Mann Hole belongs to that special category of queer bars that lived more in memory than in the archives. Tucked away in Kingston, PA, it was the kind of spot people talk about with a smirk: cheap drinks, loud nights, and a crowd that knew how to make its own fun. Little survives in print—no neat timeline, no tidy history—just stories traded among those who remember a place that felt like a secret worth keeping.
