As if one week in the Pines was not enough I still wanted more. As a 32-year-old male who really has never gone on vacation I now understand the power of surf & sun. I have been here before just not for such an extended stay. The weekend is full of the classic gay stereotype - tan muscle posers but the mid week population is abundant with kind, glorious, sun-loving friends.
The local bars, not busting at the seams, have a calm air about them; like the beach towns of southern France. Post drinks we arrive back to our share to dive into Mediterranean style late dinning. The food here is all home made, fresh julienned vegetables, abundant seafood; for the first time in my life I ate shrimp, elegant summer cocktails & whole fruit for snacks.
Post dinner activities are limited to movies, board games or a trip to the “dick dock or the meat looker”, I am sure you can figure out the later. I enjoy the late night ocean swim & naked walk home. Leaving this place in a few days will be hard.
When I was a child I hated going to my summer home on Lyman Lake. Lyman was a punishment, my parents taking me away form the bustling city, Superior WI, the thriving home of culture that it is. My mother was always saying “you’ll feel differently when your older.” damn was she right! Fire Island is heaven on earth with a ton of gay dudes. Earth, wind, water, food & the possibility of sex around every bush, if the Christian right says I am going to hell I need it to be this place.
Thank you FIRE ISLAND!
fantastic words, friend. it makes me happy that you are happy :)
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