After leaving P-town, it was back home for three days before departing off to Fire Island. Fire Island has a completely different feel from P-town for me. While I find I can meld myself to my surroundings, Fire Island can come across a bit more snotty then say Provincetown or Rehoboth Beach. The boys of the Pines can get very clicky, but I just ingnore those bitches, but over all, I do find the feeling very magical there. And the trip can be whatever you make of it. For me, it has the amazing architecture of the beach homes of the Pines, and the sandy beaches to tan my fanny, then there is the quaint feeling of Cherry Grove, with it's charming little village. I love that there are no cars allowed, and the use of boardwalks everywhere looks amazing. And I can't lie, my sexual side has enjoyed the meatrack once or twice. But again, it's cool being there, knowing there are no forces against us, since it almost 95% gay. It's like how I would picture gay heaven. It's feels like a brotherhood of sorts. And a good time is had by all. But the deer and there relationship with humans is very magical, for they trust us, since they have no predators there. And the men.woof! And the dancing.
The deer always amaze me.
Here's the male one from a previous post. The female is the one a feed in the video.
Boy, the things these poor deer have seen over the years.
Our hostess Max's, dog, Comet, enthralled by the deer.
And this is Max, our welcoming host who got us up....I meant... put us up. Yeah. And loved the outdoor shower area. Nothing like showering out of doors.
Your Mistress surveying the ocean.
MM #1 Fan getting dinner ready for the house. We all took turns doing that. And don't mind all the hootch on the counter. Ignore it.
At another house one day, I had a wee bit of a crush on this handsome man. Yet again, another Canadian... Adore a man who isn't afraid to camp it up!!!!! Jean.
Kitty Glitter and Shangela at another house party one afternoon.
Every gay man wants to try a wig at one time or another.
At the orgy one night!
Preston captured me passed out on the beach near dusk one evening. For Pete's sake I could have been raped!
I don't know who he was, but he took my breath away at the one house party. Those pecs!
Look at this poor sap, left in the walk away. Must have been a hellva a night for him.
There is always time for a cock-a-tail!
This fabulous queen! This is class people.
One day of rain, when we were at Cherry's in the Grove and then there was this!!!!!
Talk about OZ!!!!
It was actually quite disturbing. I thought I had too much gin and was seeing shit. And with my new infamous wide brim, I was fretting about getting air born and doing an update remake to the Flying Nun.
But then Fire Island had one of the most spectacular sunsets I'd ever seen.
And here's one of the small quaint house parties, I was talking about. Just a few like minded people to mingle with. Small and intimate people. Ahhhhh, the magic of Fire Island.