I've been on college campuses, as a student or a teacher, almost every year of my life, so spring break is always a big deal.
A week off in March or early April, actually ten days if you skip the Friday befor (which everyone does), when plane flights are still cheap.and tourist destinations uncrowded!
Here are 12 memorable spring breaks, crowded with sightseeing and cruising.
1979: Chicago. It was my freshman year of college. Growing up in Rock Island, I'd been to Chicago many times, of course, but this time I had a goal: my friend Mary asked me to determine if her kid brother was gay. After spending the night with him, I reported to Mary that he was absolutely straight -- wink wink, nudge nudge.
1981: Iceland. I joined the Scandinavian Club just so I could go on their annual field trip to a Scandinavian country. During my junior year, it was Iceland. I wasn't out, so no bars, bathhouses, or street cruising, but a lot of looking at Nordic men, including a naked Nordic god
1985: New Orleans. During my terrible year in Hell-fer-Sartain, Texas, I jumped at any opportunity to escape. The minute my last class ended, I got into my car and drove the 6 hours to New Orleans. And I didn't get back until about an hour before my first class began on the Monday after. It wasn't Mardi Gras, so guys weren't flashing their equipment to the crowd, but I still saw my fair share of penises.
1988: Pattaya, Thailand. When I was living in West Hollywood, my friend Alan moved to Thailand to start a gay Pentecostal church. He was sidetracked into an ex-gay cult, so I flew over to rescue him with a trip to Pattaya, the gay party capital of Southeast Asia.
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1993: Las Vegas. My first and only trip to Las Vegas, where heterosexual men in suits came to drink, gamble, and hook up with chorus girls. Or with gay men.
1995: Washington, DC. To visit Alan and his partner Sandy, and put on a live sex show for him.
1998: San Francisco. I was in New York, getting my Ph.D. Yuri the Russian meteorology major had just come out, and wanted to see the heart of the heart of the gay world. So we flew to San Francisco, stayed with my friend David, and went cruising on Castro Street. Sharing, a bear party, underwear night, a hookup, and a drive down Lombard Street.
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2000: West Hollywood. Home for a decade, but it was nice to be back for a visit. And I hooked up with a celebrity.
2002: Paris-Brussels-Amsterdam. The first time I made the circuit. Five days in Paris for the Musee d'Orsay, Luxembourg Gardens, Shakespeare and Company, and bar darkrooms, overnight in Brussels, and three nights in Amsterdam for Indonesian food, the Rikjsmuseum, and the Horseman's Club, for men with 23 cm (8 inches) or more. It would become an annual ritual.
2005: Another Paris-Brussels-Amsterdam circuit, when I met the Dutch African at the Horseman's Club, and he brought me home as a "birthday present" for his brother.
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2010: Montreal. In Upstate New York. My boyfriend Troy and I had both been here before, most recently in October 2009, when he experienced his first glory hole. But this time we had friends to visit.
2016: Mexico City. I speak Spanish and I've studied Mesoamerican archaeology for years, but I've never been to Mexico except for some short jaunts to Tijuana. What better way to spend spring break than to fly down to Mexico City to visit the Museo Nacional de Arquelogia?
Oh, and there were some hot guys, too.
The full post, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood
A week off in March or early April, actually ten days if you skip the Friday befor (which everyone does), when plane flights are still cheap.and tourist destinations uncrowded!
Here are 12 memorable spring breaks, crowded with sightseeing and cruising.
1979: Chicago. It was my freshman year of college. Growing up in Rock Island, I'd been to Chicago many times, of course, but this time I had a goal: my friend Mary asked me to determine if her kid brother was gay. After spending the night with him, I reported to Mary that he was absolutely straight -- wink wink, nudge nudge.
1981: Iceland. I joined the Scandinavian Club just so I could go on their annual field trip to a Scandinavian country. During my junior year, it was Iceland. I wasn't out, so no bars, bathhouses, or street cruising, but a lot of looking at Nordic men, including a naked Nordic god
1985: New Orleans. During my terrible year in Hell-fer-Sartain, Texas, I jumped at any opportunity to escape. The minute my last class ended, I got into my car and drove the 6 hours to New Orleans. And I didn't get back until about an hour before my first class began on the Monday after. It wasn't Mardi Gras, so guys weren't flashing their equipment to the crowd, but I still saw my fair share of penises.
1988: Pattaya, Thailand. When I was living in West Hollywood, my friend Alan moved to Thailand to start a gay Pentecostal church. He was sidetracked into an ex-gay cult, so I flew over to rescue him with a trip to Pattaya, the gay party capital of Southeast Asia.
1995: Washington, DC. To visit Alan and his partner Sandy, and put on a live sex show for him.
1998: San Francisco. I was in New York, getting my Ph.D. Yuri the Russian meteorology major had just come out, and wanted to see the heart of the heart of the gay world. So we flew to San Francisco, stayed with my friend David, and went cruising on Castro Street. Sharing, a bear party, underwear night, a hookup, and a drive down Lombard Street.
2000: West Hollywood. Home for a decade, but it was nice to be back for a visit. And I hooked up with a celebrity.
2002: Paris-Brussels-Amsterdam. The first time I made the circuit. Five days in Paris for the Musee d'Orsay, Luxembourg Gardens, Shakespeare and Company, and bar darkrooms, overnight in Brussels, and three nights in Amsterdam for Indonesian food, the Rikjsmuseum, and the Horseman's Club, for men with 23 cm (8 inches) or more. It would become an annual ritual.
2005: Another Paris-Brussels-Amsterdam circuit, when I met the Dutch African at the Horseman's Club, and he brought me home as a "birthday present" for his brother.
2016: Mexico City. I speak Spanish and I've studied Mesoamerican archaeology for years, but I've never been to Mexico except for some short jaunts to Tijuana. What better way to spend spring break than to fly down to Mexico City to visit the Museo Nacional de Arquelogia?
Oh, and there were some hot guys, too.
The full post, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood