It was only by happy accident that I scheduled our yearly family vacation to the outer Cape to coincide with Provincetown, Massachusett’s annual Carnival. For the uninitiated, Provincetown — or PTown, as its called — is a sweet little seaside village on the tip of Cape Cod, known for being the first place the Pilgrims landed (not Plymouth Rock, no matter what you learned in 2nd grade). In addition to its American history roots, PTown also happens to be known as “the ultimate gay and lesbian vacation destination,” with annual events like Bear Week, Women’s Week, various nightly drag shows, and of course Carnival.
Carnival is a weeklong celebration that culminates in a spectacular, some may say debaucherous, parade. Each year sees a new distinct theme and the entire town gets involved, putting floats in the parade, decorating storefronts, and promoting the theme through parties and events throughout the week. In addition, Carnival draws in over 90,000 spectators, including lots of tourists like ourselves.
This year’s Carnival theme was Comic Book Crusaders. Once I found out we’d be there the same week, I knew we had to go (especially since we end up hanging out in PTown anyway!). And it turns out that taking our family to a parade surrounded by half-naked folks and fierce, fabulous drag queens was one of the best experiences we’ve ever had together: Keep reading »
It was October 2012. My Australian boyfriend and I had just been on a romantic, whirlwind adventure road trip around Europe. We spent the first month with his parents in Spain and France, and then spent the following month on our own. We zigzagged through Switzerland, Austria, a brief drive through Lichtenstein, Germany, and finally Belgium. We’d been living in London before our travels and this was to be our final trip before we relocated together to San Francisco.
The preceding months had been fraught with anxiety as the expiration dates on our visas approached. As is the the case in many international relationships, my boyfriend and I struggled how to proceed as a couple. San Francisco was my choice, but he was not quite ready to leave Europe. In Bruges, on the last day of our trip, we broke up. We were one day away from going back to London, saying our goodbyes and then going our separate ways to reunite a few months later. The impending separation felt like it spelled doom, and we suffered over what to do. Keep reading »
Summer may be winding down, but there’s still plenty of time to get yourself to a baseball game before the season ends. Last weekend, I paid a visit to Yankee Stadium (but let’s be real, I’m solely a Tigers fan) and I was reminded that baseball is one of the best warm weather activities in the whole wide world. Who needs the bar, the beach or a barbecue when you have baseball? Here are some reasons you should spend a day off at the ballpark before the season ends next month. Keep reading »
Make It Stop is a new weekly column in which Anna Goldfarb — the blogger behind Shmitten Kitten and Shlooby Kitten — tells you what’s up. Want a fresh take on a stinky dilemma? Email firstname.lastname@example.org with the subject “Make It Stop.” She’ll make it all better, or at least make you laugh. Girl Scout’s honor.
First up, whether a co-worker should pay to replace a purse she accidentally ruined: Keep reading »
Welcome to our new weekly column Dater XY! Our anonymous MALE dater will be revealing the adventures and misadventures of finding love from a dude’s point of view. Let’s give him a big welcome!
With a high of four degrees and over a foot of snow, the weather was not fit for man nor beast. But I had a date, so off I went into the icy cold. I’d met The Teacher through an online dating site, like so many of us do these days. I had sent her a message to see if she wanted to share a drink, she accepted, and we met at one of my favorite restaurants.
Over dinner, we chatted about the usual first date things: where we were from, how long we’ve been in the city, music we like, if we enjoyed our meals, etc. The more we talked, the more our chemistry grew. Of course, the chemistry could have been the Malbec. But judging by the smiles on our faces, The Teacher and I had something more. After a few hours of flirtatious and witty banter, we paid our check and I walked her to a cab. Our next date was set in two weeks and I was a happy guy. Keep reading »
This week, I found myself in a position with Scar Twin that I’ve never been in before (and no, I’m not talking about sexual positions— that’s a story for another day). Anyway, as many of you know, my last long-term relationship ended about four years ago when Patrick Bateman decided to have two girlfriends and two lives in two different states. Since then, I’ve found myself on an endless carousel ride of courtships lasting approximately two months each before things turn to shit. During those short-lived romances, the issue of money never really came up. And then, this week, it did. Keep reading »