Tag: Travel

Multiple visits, one city that keeps earning them. Linda and Anna’s quiet kindness over a nerve-settling scotch. Alan at the wheel and a question nobody on the Pride committee could answer. A food hall that answered it anyway. Boston — historically magnificent, people first, and entirely worth the walk.

An InterPride AGM beset by organisational disaster. A presidential challenge nobody quite saw coming — except, perhaps, the candidate. Yelling, back-slapping, and a landslide victory that left certain faces considerably egg-covered. Pittsburgh’s gay bars were exceptional. The city itself: more interesting than expected, less than it deserved to be.

A chance airport friendship and a Kenneth Cole origin story in New York. A road trip with dear friends to the most majestic city in America. Bears on podiums in a Washington DC leather bar. And Arlington Cemetery — row upon row of white, in absolute silence. Some weekends earn their place permanently.

A warm climate that wasn’t the plan. A spectacular bridge crossing Tampa Bay. A gay village doing exactly what a gay village should. A beach chair, a Latvian delegate, and a very pleasurable international incident. St. Petersburg, Florida — the conference destination that turned out to be considerably more than a conference.

A form filled in and forgotten. A five-star prize to Los Angeles and San Francisco. A lunch in Sydney that can never be repeated. A tram singer performing Old Man River to a captive carriage. And in Long Beach, two friendships that have quietly outlasted everything else. California, as it turned out, was just the beginning.