Runester

The gf and I spent today walking around Province Town, MA. We took the high-speed ferry from Boston, about a 90 minute ride. Then we walked our asses off, seeing shops and galleries and such. We took a 40 minute trolley tour around the whole thing, and learned a lot about the history. Such as: the regular population is only 4400 which swells in the summertime to 50,000 and on holiday’s like the upcoming July 4th … 100,000!

A lot of people ‘warned’ me that P’Town has a very high concentration of homosexuals. I guess they didn’t want me to be shocked or something if I were to see two men holding hands or two women kissing or something. Little ol’ me has been around the block a few times, and I wouldn’t have been bothered by this. In fact, while there were many homo’s about, the behavior was far from outragious and the whole place had an extremely welcoming and friendly feel to it. At least what I could perceive for the ~ 6 hours we spent there. I wouldn’t mind coming back, especially if we could secure a room at one of the inn’s (everything was sold-out for this holiday).

Of course, I’ve also been told that the behavior is a great deal more risque` after sun-down, when most of the tourists return to Boston. So, who knows.

The only annoyance, and slight at that, was the emphasis on homosexuality in weird places. It’s not a book store, it’s a “Gay and Lesbian Studies” book store. It’s not an art gallery, it’s a “Gay and Lesbian Experience” art gallery. Etc. Etc. Etc. Why did this bother me? Because it’s like I walked around with a T-Shirt that proclaimed loudly and to everyone I met, “Uncircumcised Male, and Proud!” and then only went to stores that catered to the uncircumsized always tried to hang-out with other’s in the ‘uncircumcized’ movement (whatever the hell that is).

At some point, it’s a private matter and sometimes I just want to buy a book at a bookstore or a CD at a music store … and not really have to stop and wonder about the state of the authors / singers / store proprietor’s sexual preference / foreskin / dietary needs / whatever.
Well, whatever floats your boat - or high speed ferry back to Boston!

[PS: I took hundreds of pictures, hoping to find a handful of good ones. I'll try to get them posted by the end of the week.]