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This piece tells the story of my week-long vacation in Provincetown and my valiant/foolhardy
attempts to fit into the youth-oriented muscle-obsessed gay scence during the summer season on Cape Cod.
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This piece tells the story of my week-long vacation in Provincetown and my valiant/foolhardy
attempts to fit into the youth-oriented muscle-obsessed gay scence during the summer season on Cape Cod.
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My Training Bra
Judah Leblang/2008
It was Carnival week in Provincetown, the height of the summer tourist season, an unlikely time for me to show up on the tip of Cape Cod. Still, I had the time, and no one to spend it with. So I signed up for a creative-writing course at the Fine Arts Work Center, on the east end of town. Taking a class would bring me together with handsome men, fellow artists and writers—or so I hoped.
As things turned out, my 12-person workshop consisted of the instructor, (a married straight man), 9 women, and one other guy. That man, with his dark-chocolate skin, white teeth and tight, muscular build, was nice-looking and about my age. My “gaydar” beeped, and I imagined a liaison between us, until he mentioned his partner of 15 years. (Who turned out to be white, lean, and equally good-looking).
If I wanted to meet someone in P’town or just have a nice flirtat...
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