Provincetown. Sin City. Party boyz, muscles bulging. Bears with nipple rings. Smiling dykes holding hands. Them I understand. But the gawkers?
I have seen an amazing array of tourists here. Swarms of Russians (and that includes tourists: most of the waitstaff are Slavs!). Families with strollers. Gaggles of ladies with Christian slogans embroidered on their sweaters (in August?). And even some orthodox Jews, frum in black. Do they come to dip their toes in the swamp of Sodom and say they got out intact? Do they even disapprove, or are they opening their hearts to the humanity of the gay community? What an odd convergence.
Monday, August 18, 2008
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Provincetown makes strange, ah, bedfollows! :-)
There for Parade day: took my wife. We met some nice guys, quite eligible too. Parades are for gawkers, one supposes; this one had little to gawk at (more flesh in NYC parade). Some, perhaps would gawk at post-primetime men in BoPeep ruffles, too many, we wreched. *** We saw many of the same you did and all seemed appreciative -- even wildly so. Also observed were tourist cars forced by one-way streets into the parade's midst. Don't think they ever intended to stop in town anyway ... kids hidden in the back seat, fully occupied with video games or TV shows.
PTown does that indeed. On more normal (non-carnival) days, male partner and I make it a practice to be appropriately most demonstrative when we spy gawkers who need some, er, education. Is it more or less shocking that we bracket the 70y/o range? Depends... (no entendre). 'Tis fun to watch the reactions.
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