That is still up in the air. I got an invitation to stay with a friend in Fire Island. Mark wants to go. He is supposed to leave for Wichita today, but his new beau begged him to stay for another week. Sigh.
Anyway, Mark wants me to go with him to Fire Island. I'm not fond of beaches, I'm not fond of pretty bois, guys who are 59 years old but call themselves bois, guys who shaved their chests and shriek like a girl, guys who are narcissitic by all means.
But I never "touched" Fire Island. I should give it a shot to decide if I like it or not. I'm sure that I will bump into many familiar faces at Fire Island. I'd like to check Cherry Grove, The Pines and that infamous Meatracks to get the general idea of why fags love Fire Island. From what I was told, the island is full of out-of-control folks with little control by the local police.
But the problem is that I do not like the beach! I do not like to clean my feet right after walking in the beach, I do not like to find sand in my head and so on.
I ABSOLUTELY HATE THE BEACHES!!!
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