Does Place Matter?

I spent the past week with my boyfriend and two friends at my parents summer home. Four gay men spending a relaxing week at a New England summer resort town. For much of that week, however, I had a surprising level of anxiety and stress.  But last night coming home to my own apartment, with my boyfriend, I felt at ease.  I began to think about the question of place and the role it plays in our lives. 

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Finding My Joy – Part II

My parents are in their late 80’s and last year my brother and I took over the management and care of two adjacent summer houses in New England.  We are renting out the larger house for the first time ever this summer and worked for the last year to get the house de-junked, fixed up, spruced up and ready to rent. After making an enormous investment of time and energy to get the house ready, I wanted to enjoy of the fruits of my labor. I carved out a week in August with my partner, and invited two of our friends to join us for a vacation. My parents are staying in the next house. My sister arrived two days after us to spend a week with my parents.
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Finding My Joy – Part I

I felt a level of anxiety, emotional lock down and coolness when I first arrived at my parents summer home.  Two adjacent houses in a lovely New England town.  I am in one house with my partner and a good friend of mine and his boyfriend.  My parents and sister are in the other house.  

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Gay Resort Triptych

I don’t think gay resorts are what they once were, including Rehoboth. Rehoboth Beach is lovely. The downtown is filled with thousands of families on a summer day. The gay section of the beach is gay, but other then a lot of built (and not so built) guys in smaller bathing suits, there is not much difference. It is all very tame. Continue reading

Impressions of Provincetown

Today is my last day in Provincetown. I fly home tomorrow afternoon. What’s been wonderful about this trip is that I’m here with my friend Ralph, and we can explore the town together. We’ve also gotten together with Wayne and his partner Ken who live in the area. Ralph and I met at a workshop two years ago and then we met Wayne at a workshop last year. Wayne and I stayed in touch after the workshop and moved out of the home with my wife the week after the workshop, Wayne would drop me notes throughout the Fall to see how I was doing. I really appreciated his friendship and support.

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