Regular readers of this blog might be wondering why I still haven't done a post about my trip to the
Island House gay resort in Key West two weeks ago. The reason is simple - I'm still too depressed about having had to leave...
If you've never heard of it, the Island House is an award winning, gay, clothing optional resort. Between the naked guys, the beautiful scenery, the pool, hot tubs, video rooms, and the free drinks at happy hour, it was the perfect place for a well-deserved vacation after spending my summer in a boring law office. The weather down there was amazing. It was in the 90s and sunny every day we were there. As if having to return was bad enough, it snowed in Connecticut the day after I returned.
I ended up not taking too many pictures for a few reasons. One was that I didn't want to invade people's privacy because everyone was naked and there was a lot of sex going on. But the bigger reason was that it's just hard to carry around a camera when you're not wearing much. So here are some pretty pictures I took from the commuter plane we took from Tampa as we landed at Key West:
Here's a nice view of the Atlantic:
This is Key Lime Pie:
This is the tackiest thing I took a picture of, though it's tame compared to certain straight parts of the island. I took this one for my mom (who thinks I went with straight college boys). It's Jimmy Buffett's Key West Margaritaville Store... I, personally, am not a fan of his.
This is the sluttiest picture I took. These are gogo boys from Bourbon St. Pub on Duval Street. While these particular boys were gay, a lot of the gogo boys I encountered were actually straight, which was more depressing than hot.
This is me at the southernmost point in the United States, wearing a lei that was thrown to me by a gay guy performing showtunes at a community theater/cabaret.
On one of the last days we were down there, we went to the Ernest Hemingway house, because I'm a writer and Hemingway was a big influence on me and we have a lot in common. We both have a similar realist style, we both come off as masculine but are secretly obsessed with gender and power and are kind of feminist, we both sleep with men...
This is one of many cute six-toed cats, descended from Hemingway's cats, who live at the house and are trained to claw at the tour guide's pants for treats.
And here's one last shot of White Street outside the Island House in the evening.
Of course it's gonna be the stuff that I didn't get on camera that I'll probably remember the most from this trip...
