The support I've received over the years from the gay community, and that I've seen others receive in times of need, is one of the reasons I feel very proud & privileged to be part of it. And why I try to give back in return. It's not all gay clubs.
When my late partner developed dementia due to AIDS the community rallied around him & me. Visiting him in the home where I had placed him, helping me get daily things done, running errands, cooking me food, because I tried to spend 7 days a week there with him.
When he died some were at his side with me, at 1 in the morning. They helped me make the funeral arrangements next day, chose the florist, got me through a time when I was numb. Months later when I had what was probably a nervous collapse and virtually stopped functioning they did an intervention. Got me back on my feet and going again.
Here in Florida my new partner had a car accident. His friends lent him one of their cars, while his was being repaired, and I could arrange to buy him a new one. Then when he's been in the hospital a few times I've had food brought to our home, because people know I don't really cook, nor had the time for it being at the hospital with him all day. When I had my own cancer radiation treatments for 6 weeks, and had to depart before 6:30 AM every day, people volunteered to drive me, to give my husband a break.
In our community we all keep tabs on who's in the hospital, who's not feeling well, who's got some problem. No one is left adrift if we know about it, and we try to know about it.
And that extends to formal agencies we've established to help LGBT within our community. Especially youth. The resources don't exist to help everyone, but the attempt is made. At our Pride festivals at least 1/3 of the exhibitor-vendor booths are devoted to LGBT community outreach, support and community involvement.
I've never known such a comprehensive social safety net in my life. Maybe the advantage of living in a heavily-populated gay area, that I appreciate may not happen, nor even be practical, in other locales. But I do know it happens here in South Florida, and it even happened when I lived in Fargo, North Dakota.
One of the mottos we had in the US Army was: "We take care our own". I've found the same thing is true about gays, in contradiction of that paragraph.