Sunset at Provincetown, MA – November 23, 2016
Somehow the tradition of thanksgiving, with the abundance of food, plates heaped full of food, a myriad of desserts, and that stuffed slick feeling later has always seemed to be a very strange tradition. Continue reading
Last year I made my first visit to Provincetown. I went with a friend of mine for what turned out to be a wonderful trip. It was just long enough to get a feel for the fabled gay vacation spot and experience some of what P-town has to offer. Continue reading
This Fall my son went off to college, and this weekend is parents weekend, where all the families come up to the University to visit. When I think back to the summer of 2013 when my wife and I separated, and the painful months leading up to my moving out of our home of many years into my own apartment, I marvel at how far we have come. Continue reading
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
The other night I was in Washington D.C. walking from 14 street down U street to the Dupont Circle Metro. I passed two men walking down the street holding hands. It warmed my heart. And then it immediately dawned on me how far I had truly come. There was a time not too long ago when I would cringe seeing men holding hands. It would make me very uncomfortable. Continue reading
One of the surprises in coming out in my mid-50s has been dating—It’s been a lot of fun. Before coming out I was worried that I would fail miserably at dating. I was worried that my dating skills were too rusty and that I would make a fool of myself on a date with another man. I also thought that having been married to a woman would be a dating liability. None of this turned out to be true. I found out that I’m a good conversationalist. I’ve also learned that I have a way of making other people feel comfortable and at ease, all of which is a good thing when on a date. Continue reading
Growing up, one of the reoccurring scenes that colored my sense of self was watching football at my uncle and aunt’s home. My uncle was my father’s only brother. Both men were accomplished, competitive, smart, and reared in the manliness of the 1950s. Continue reading
Bears, Muscle Bears, Cubs. It is Bear Week at Provincetown. This town changed almost overnight. The men on the street today are primarily hairy, bearded, larger than when we arrived five days ago. Continue reading
Today is my last day in Provincetown. I fly home tomorrow afternoon. What’s been fantastic 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 men’s workshop two years ago, and then we met Wayne at a men’s 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 Men’s workshop, Wayne would drop me notes throughout the Fall to see how I was doing. I really appreciated his friendship and support. Continue reading
