travel
My very first business trip as a 21 year-old sales and marketing analyst landed me on a top floor of the Copley Square Marriott, Back Bay Boston, MA. An entirely company-funded trip? I felt like I had arrived.
The city’s many visiting gays and lesbians are often drawn to Seattle’s LGBT hub, Capitol Hill. Students, dot-comers, latter-day hippies, and young families of all persuasions live in this lofty neighborhood, a 20-minute walk or short cab ride east of downtown.
In my entire life, I never thought I would seek retreat in a hot, stinky plastic outhouse as a sanctuary. But then again, I also never thought I would be attempting to ride a bike for 545 miles with more than 2,000 other people.
When I think of all the places I’ve traveled, one of the most brilliant places to feed the beat of my soul is Austin.
Departing from string of commitments in the city, you could use a night on the coast, separated from congested streets and siren sounds.
Pride is a time to reconnect with these friends and remember that – although we all identify in a variety of ways and have gone on to accomplish a multitude of different things – we have deep shared roots, and that’s worth revisiting each year.
When I arrived it was cold and grey, with most shops closed and only a few smattering of people walking down the street. Looking for some sign of life, I headed to the beach, where impressively tan and sculpted Spanish men languished in immodest Speedos.
Gay people are lovers of travel – they pride themselves on being knowledgeable of distant…
