a big thank you to George Machun, Scott Bloom, Phil in Phoenix, and NuClia
Waste for joining the Change
for Change Campaign!
David's friend Kevin visited San Francisco last
year. We took him in for a drive in the MINI to the Marin Headlands.
A song by Cher came on as we drove across the Golden Gate Bridge and Kevin
suddenly declared: "This is the gayest moment of my life."
I've enjoyed so many gay moments it might be difficult
to name the gayest, but a day in Provincetown might certainly be near the
top of the list.
easy to see the appeal of a small town on Cape Cod. Even though Provincetown
sits on the end of a peninsula, people refer to it as an island and it
certainly feels remote. Take one quaint village, add nice weather
and two level cups of queers and you have quite a well manicured resort
I wandered through the streets today, watched
a film festival movie about nuns running a laundromat (a terrifying film
- not for the reasons you might suspect), attended the best drag show I've
ever seen, met people from Nebraska, Rhode Island, New York, Washington
and several other places, sat on a pier, a beach and a bench, and watched
the sky turn from grey to blue to pink.
I might stay here another week if my schedule
allowed. I could sit on the beach and fly kites without noticing
the passing of time.
Tomorrow, however, it is time to move on. Philadelphia