Where do I begin…
This past weekend “FOMO” hit very hard. As I laid in bed on Saturday morning scrolling Instagram seeing everyone out on adventures with friends, I took it upon myself to make the change and turn this weekend around for the much better. Spontaneously, I chose to get up off my ass and make my way to out east to the tiny neighborhood of The Fire Island Pines.
As a virgin to the pines, I had no idea what to expect from this ever so talked about magic land that lies right off Long Island. After a train, a transfer, another train, a bus, a needed cocktail, and the famous ferry, I found myself arriving to a place so different than I would have ever expected. Pulling up to the island reminded me of the scene out of The Normal Heart, there was a community there, and you were ever so welcomed as long as you were not judgmental, you could have a good time, and more importantly, you were ready to start drinking.
The Pines is unlike anywhere I have ever been. There are no vehicles, There are no actual streets either, the streets consist of a four foot wide boardwalks that stretch down the length of The Pines. You see everyone, you say hello to everyone, it’s easy. Gay men are looking to have a good time, atleast the ones who matter. The snarky, better than you people are the people who are sleeping with their left hand every night. Don’t let them fool you and please please please god please do not them intimidate you, they usually are convinced they are much more special than they are. If they have no affect on how you live your life then brush them off as if they are less than the dirt you didn’t mean to step in. (See amazing Obama GIF for visual) If they however do affect how you live your life, please email me and we find you some better friends/acquaintances.
Anyway, I arrive and put my bags down just in time for “low tea”, still lost as to the name but we will skip that, low tea is a nightly ritual in The Fire Island Pines. Everyone comes together at the Blue Whale near the harbor and the night takes its own role. You are surrounded my all sorts of people, not only gay men, there were many straight women, there were drag, there were also basically naked men, but what I realized is that it wasn’t about who you are, what you’re into, if your gay, straight, bi, trans, it didn’t matter, everyone was there to have a good time and meet some fun people. I made the mistake of drinking what I thought was called the “Pirates Punch” but then found out after ordering it all night that it was called a Planter’s Punch, regardless, it was a full cup of three different rums with a splash of grapefruit and cherry juice. It was a bad decision to say the least. I was told one is enough and of course I get two, and I found myself similar to the girl in the toilet in the gif below by the end of the night.
The next morning was obviously hell, but after I walked to the harbor to get some coffee and some breakfast I was able to enjoy my day. People had already started drinking, which is beyond me as to how, but we don’t ask questions, remember no judgments here. I was able to explore the pines and really get a sense of the area. All these houses are built on dunes surrounded by pines, there are no yards really, just walk ways everywhere. I saw some of the most beautiful modern architecture just wondering around, I highly recommend a walk down the entire beach to see all of these unique house and shares. The day was filled with relaxation by the beach and by the pool. The house I stayed at had a cute little house mate named Lucy and she did not leave my site any time I was at the house. She was a gem!
I left Fire Island that after noon after going to a Human Rights Campaign event that addressed everything that they are fighting for in terms of LGBT rights. It really opens your eyes to how far the community has come and they have done it all together. I couldn’t leave without stopping at the general store to try on all the new Parke & Ronen bathing suits to see which one my ass looked best in as well as pick up a copy of Hello Mr. for my return journey.
Basically to bring this to an end, Fire Island has been this escape you could say for so many years now. It is such a wonderful and powerful place for people to come and feel completely accepted for who they are. If you have not been there, I definitely recommend, whether gay, straight, bi, Its a great place. I will be back.