Men Who Love Men
“The evening, thankfully, has turned out to be a little breezy, so I was able to wear an unbuttoned short-sleeve collar shirt over my tee. It hides the love handles. I’ve spiked my hair a little bit with gel, and the tan I got at the beach this afternoon is working. At least I hope it’s working. It’s hard to be sure about anything anymore. Every year it gets harder to keep up. Damn, I hate getting older.I take a deep breath and enter.Gale isn’t here yet. I hold up two fingers to the waiter and h...e gestures toward the table by the window. I sit, staring back out onto Commercial Street, watching the street theater.It’s the colorful parade of characters up and down this narrow street along the harbor that makes Provincetown so popular as a resort town. Across the way some woman in a long diaphanous dress is playing a giant harp. From my left a tall man in leather chaps comes striding into view, flabby hairy butt hanging out for all to see. A girl walking with her boyfriend hurries behind him to snap a picture.MoreLess
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