Good lord. What a week. Bear Week 2011 in Provincetown. Summer in Cape Cod. From drinking as much water as I could to minimize the effects of the strong summer sun to using a whole can of sunscreen, it was quite the week. Well, and then there are the alternative drinks -- the Poolboy, the Pineapple Paradise, the Watermelon Vodka Soda, the beer, and the shots of Cranberry Vodka. I'm exhausted and more than happy to be home....listening to the rains of mid July in Portland fall on the rooftop this morning. No, honestly, I'm glad to be here. I had a delightful week with my friends. My good buddy Don has always made sure I'm well taken care of, welcomed, and pointed in the right direction. He is just that kind of guy. I owe him my first born. A few of us took in the Pam Ann show which was geared totally to the Bear audience....amazing night. It was her first foray into Bear Week...and judging from the turnout and response, I'll bet that she'll be back. Oh, and she brought her Trolley right out into the aisle like any good Air Hostess would do and gave my buddy George and Me each a cold weiner...or a hot dog if you prefer. There were early mornings and late nights at 1am with pizza. There was plenty of loud dance music and crowds so jammed together at Tea Dance every afternoon that it made it impossible to even move which proved to not be my most favorite parts of the week. There were scantily clothed muscle bears, Santa bears, otters, cubs, dolphins, gummy bears (don't ask), honey bears, polar bears, and panda bears. Oh My.
We took in the Long Point lighthouse way out at the very tip of Cape Cod, ventured into the new basement digs of a leather store -- and scampered out of there like scared puppies....You Want Me to Do What??? There was one night of lighting, thunder, and torrents of rain....and there was one day of high humidity and heat that made this skinny white dolphin migrate toward shade and ice cubs (no, wait, cubes....) in cold drinks. And there was this unpleasant part of the week which seems to rear it's head whenever you jam several thousand horny guys into small spaces. Grindr and Scruff were at record levels according to my sources. And as flirtatious as I am as the next guy, feelings get all wound up easily.....and you see people doing things that you hadn't quite prepared for -- things that left me uncomfortable and unsure about. Sometimes at the end of a long day of staring at handsome men, it's nice to chill and relax and have a change of pace and divert the conversation from the sexual hype and technology that has become our world. It's hard to do in groups like this one.
My flights were perfect -- but of course knowing the crews always helps. My ride on Amtrak in the business class car was delightful and too short. And I had the chance to meet people from around the world that I would never have been able to. I checked out a baby seal that had beached itself one day for a rest and I was able to wear a fancy loaned D&G swimsuit from my friend Matthew. We stopped in the many tourist shops, looked at cool sunglasses, oh and I did buy a brand new wallet -- one that is less thick as my former one so that it doesn't look quite so poofy against my skinny pale aging ass.
But I needed to get home. To be with my center point, the balance in my life, and the peace that knows who loves you more than anyone else in the world. I'm here. I'm queer -- as was clearly exhibited this week. And I'm happy. Too all of my favorite Bears and to my housemates at the Center Street Compound I love you all........Grrrrrrrrr.........