![]() ![]() At a traffic light, a honking horn and a waving hand reveals the smiling face of my friend Brian whose 40th birthday is why I’m here. I first maneuver around a pair of strolling lesbians, their hands locked in eternal embrace, and then hop onto the sidewalk where I sidle past a daddy-hunting twink with a whale’s tail peeping out his cargo shorts. Street life on this weekend morning is so abundant in fact, that I feel a little bit like I’m running an obstacle course. Along the main drag of Commercial Street where I chart a 4-mile out-and-back loop, queers are already about in large numbers, and at the pre-brunch hour of 9 A.M. ![]() Join us as we travel across the country on a journey to discover queer life in far flung corners of the USA!Ī Saturday morning jog through Provincetown, New England’s all-embracing LGBTQIA mecca, and the pumped fist at the end of Cape Cod’s beefy bicep flex, reminds me why I love this town.
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