#Boston to Provincetown ferry

[ukulelekatie]

Hey! Sorry if this is weird or anything, but my partner and I are going to Boston for the first time in April. Do you have any recommendations for touristy type things we could do? Or any queer friendly places you would recommend?

We're pretty nervous because we've never been to the east coast before so any tips or tricks would help a lot!

Hi, love this question!! Here are some lists of touristy things I made for past anons:

And here's another list by @marzipanandminutiae

So the weird thing about Boston's queer spaces is that we don't really have a centralized location with a lot of queer history/culture, like Greenwich Village in New York, Toronto's Gay Village, etc. There are a few gay bars scattered here and there, but mostly you'll find that Boston as a whole is overall very queer friendly. However! If you're cool with boats, you can catch a ferry from Boston to Provincetown, MA, a town on the very tippity tip of Cape Cod that is known for being a prominent LGBTQ+ tourist spot.

And here are some general tips:

The weather here in April tends to be quite unpredictable! It could be sunny and warm or cold and rainy on any given day (sometimes both in the same day), and there's even a non-zero chance that it might snow a bit. I recommend packing outfits with lots of layers, and ideally something waterproof.

If you're planning on taking the T (public transit), keep in mind that we're dealing with a lot of construction and issues these days. The system is quite robust but also very old, and we're now in the "find out" era after fucking around with not maintaining/upgrading things that should have been done decades ago. There may be delays and/or detours depending on where you're trying to go, so it's a good idea to factor in some extra travel time. Depending on how long you'll be here, you might want to look into getting a weekly pass (unlimited travel for $22.50).

...And of course there's always Uber/Lyft if the T lets you down lol. Definitely check both apps before booking a ride, the prices vary wildly here. I find that Uber is cheaper during the day and Lyft is cheaper at night, but your mileage may vary.

Boston's night life scene is pretty abysmal compared to other major cities (which I think also contributes to the lack of dedicated queer spaces). We're very much a "do things during the day" kind of place, so you'll want to plan what you're going to do pretty early in the day.

That's all I can think of for now, I hope you have a great trip and I'd be happy to answer other questions if you have 'em!

#boston #massachusetts

[weeb-dealer]

so like, on our last day in provincetown eoin and i biked into town in the rain nd we passed by this guy who was also walking into town & he waved at us, i said something like "nice weather today huh??" and then kept going...

about an hour before our ferry back to boston we're chilling on the lawn in front of the library and someone walks up to us and is like, "hey, was that you biking in the rain earlier?" nd we started talking (turns out his names dan lol) and he asked if he could test out this old original polaroid camera he had restored!!!!!!! so obvs we were like hell yea take some pics of us we're cute asf!!!

anyway these are the better ones, the film was pretty fucked up but it looks kinda cool imo, thank u dan from new york 💜💜

#self tag (no fuckboys allowed) #if u dont kno about provincetown its prob the only place in the world faggier than san francisco its right at the very tip of cape cod #if u queer come thru to MA and go to ptown its so lit people were constantly looking @ me like i was the hottest person theyd ever seen #never felt so nice and at home anywhere

[skippyv20]

Shame on "Grandads" who show this to kids!

Hi Skippy & Friends-Pilgrim here with a few thoughts on this perfect Sunday. Regarding that book for children called Grandad’s Pride by a Harry “Woodgate”…this author thinks we don’t know what “woody” stands for I presume…has created a book with childlike drawings but clearly shows questionable “diversity” while preaching everything is legal. I looked at its Amazon and Barnes & Noble listings online, showing 8 example pages, including one with 2 guys in black S & M type outfits. Really? Is this a beginner book for grooming little kids?

The drawings look just like driving into Provincetown (P-town), MA with the coastal road and houses that are right along the edge of the bay. This tiny hamlet, at the very tip of Cape Cod on a narrow spit of land situated in famous dunes, has the Atlantic Ocean on the east/right and Cape Cod Bay on the west/left. The local airport is busy with commuter flights in little planes to Boston and New York. During the summer the ferry from Boston offers a nice short cruise to come and go. The whale watching tours are great too.

This mini city is famous for being a gay safe haven and can be wild. Yes, during the summer there are many galleries and shops for strolling tourists while eyeballing the overt behaviors of diverse souls, but it really is an expensive, fantasy rainbow-land where anything goes. Every June they open the summer with a Gay Pride parade and this weekend it was their Carnival Parade event, backing up traffic for miles before even getting to town.

This 2023 book, published by Little Bee Books in New York City, distributed by Simon & Schuster claims it is good for a child one year or older. There is a companion book called Grandad’s Camper and another of his called Timid. The author who sounds British, claims to be a multi award-winning author and illustrator of children’s books but I could not find a real bio on him. Hmmmmm…as a former elementary school teacher for a few years…this product LOOKs safe but upon inspection is dangerous-definitely confusing, IMHO. I applaud all parents and librarians for ditching it, keeping their space safe for young children.

Thank you so much for doing research on this book…..parents and grandparents BEWARE!….❤️

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Hooked on Cape Cod An astronaut aboard the International Space Station took this photograph of the Cape Cod peninsula while orbiting over the northeastern United States. The peninsula extends about 60 miles (100 kilometers) from the mainland of southern Massachusetts where it serves as a natural land barrier between Cape Cod Bay and the Atlantic Ocean. Since 1842, ferries in Cape Cod Bay have connected Boston (west of this image) to Provincetown. Ferries and other ships sailing through Provincetown Harbor and around the peninsula’s elongated sandbar used the guidance of Long Point Lighthouse, first lit in 1827. The formation of the sandbar and shaping of the peninsula began many thousands of years before those ships set sail. The Cape Cod peninsula’s distinct hook shape started forming 10,000 years ago by glacial erosion and movement of the Laurentide Ice Sheet. Subsequent natural processes, such as severe storms, waves, wind, and sea level rise have contributed to the shape of the peninsula. The sand dunes visible in this image started forming after glacial retreat when sediment left by the glaciers was further modified and redeposited by coastal ocean currents. As glacial retreat continued, depressions left in the land surface were filled by groundwater—creating freshwater ponds. The sand dunes, freshwater ponds, and other land features on the Atlantic-facing side of Route 6 reside in the northern portion of the Cape Cod National Seashore. The 70 square miles (180 square kilometers) of Cape Cod National Seashore support a variety of ecosystems, such as the salt marshes at Long Point near Provincetown and the human-made freshwater lake of East Harbor near North Truro. The variety of ecosystems within Cape Cod National Seashore sustain over 450 species of amphibians, reptiles, fish, birds, and mammals, including 32 species that are rare or endangered. One of those species is the American oystercatcher, a large shorebird that uses a knife-like bill to eat shellfish. Astronaut photograph ISS069-E-1403 was acquired on April 9, 2023, with a Nikon D5 digital camera using a focal length of 1150 millimeters. It is provided by the ISS Crew Earth Observations Facility and the Earth Science and Remote Sensing Unit, Johnson Space Center. The image was taken by members of the Expedition 69 crew. The image has been cropped and enhanced to improve contrast, and lens artifacts have been removed. The International Space Station Program supports the laboratory as part of the ISS National Lab to help astronauts take pictures of Earth that will be of the greatest value to scientists and the public, and to make those images freely available on the Internet. Additional images taken by astronauts and cosmonauts can be viewed at the NASA/JSC Gateway to Astronaut Photography of Earth. Caption by Francesca Filippone, Texas State University, JETS Contract at NASA-JSC.

#space #science #earth observatory #news #nasa #cape cod

[theredtide-rpg]

✧ PROVINCETOWN

WIKI: provincetown est un village de nouvelle-angleterre situé à l'extrémité du cap cod dans le comté de barnstable au massachusetts, aux états-unis. cette petite ville de villégiature côtière compte une population permanente de 3 000 habitants alors que la population estivale peut augmenter jusqu'à 60 000 personnes. souvent surnommée p'town, la localité est réputée pour ses plages, ses produits de la mer et ses nombreux attraits touristiques. se trouvant à la pointe de la presqu'île du cap cod, le village couvre une superficie de terre entièrement entourée d’eau, par l’océan atlantique et son golf. il est possible d'y accéder uniquement par la u.s. route 6, à 2h30 de voiture de boston ou encore par son ferry.

#provincetown #forumactif #forum rpg #projet forum

[call-me-nicky]

15 a 19 de junho, visita da Lud

Minha prima veio nos visitar por alguns dias nesse verão, ela ainda não conhecia Boston e apesar de alguns dias chuvosos conseguimos aproveitar e turistar os principais lugares e atrações.

Quinta feira

Na quinta feira fui buscar ela no aeroporto - um pouco preocupada já que ela não tinha sinal de celular, mas no portão de desembarque tinham vários brasileiros esperando também por seus familiares então fiquei um pouco mais tranquila. Ela chegou bem, viemos para casa, deixei ela se situar um pouco com o apartamento - e a Ivy, e logo fomos passear por Seaport.

Seguimos o Harborwalk ate o píer, passamos a ponte e caminhamos até chegarmos no porto. Comemos em um beer garden e enrolamos um pouco até dar o horário do nosso sightseeing cruise pelo harbor de boston. Depois do Cruzeiro visitamos o aquario.

Na volta para casa paramos tomar um sorvete e saímos jantar no Serafina com o Filipe.

Sexta feira

Na sexta fomos passar o dia em Provincetown - tomamos café da manhã, passeamos pela rua principal, ficamos na praia, almoçamos e pegamos o ferry de volta, e a noite jogamos minigolfe

Sábado

No sábado fomos ate o centro e Quincy market fazer umas compras, como começou a chover voltamos para casa, almoçamos no sporting club e em seguida fomos ate o museu de ciência. Voltamos ape pelo north end e a noite fiz lagostas para o jantar.

Domingo

Iniciamos o dia com o View, seguimos pelo Back bay - mais um dia chuvoso - visitamos a public library, public garden e common. Andamos por beacon hill até chegarmos no esplanade onde paramos no beer garden da Night Shift para tomar cervejas e comer pizza.

Pedimos um Lyft e fomos ate Harvard, visitamos o museu e depois paramos no Felipes tomar algumas margueritas.

Voltamos de metrô de tivemos a ideia de comer na feirinha em Seaport, mas quando chegamos eles já estavam fechando, então decidimos comer no Tony c’s ao invés disso.

Segunda

Por conta do feriado os museus estavam de graça, então essa era nossa programação do dia, mas quando chegamos ao mfa perto do horário de abrir a fila estava imensa! Sem condições de ficar todo o tempo na fila e como o Isabella garden museum só iria abrir dali a uma hora,decidimos matar o tempo no parque do Fenway, que estava com rosas muito bonitas. Dada a a hora de abertura do Isabella fomos visita-ló. Foi minha primeira vez nesse museum e gostei bastante.

Já que ainda estava cedo para encerrarmos o dia, fomos ao zoológico.

Voltamos para casa, fiz churrasco e jogamos scrabble

[travelerpavilion]

[jontycrane]

Provincetown

A charming coastal town at the tip of Cape Cod, Provincetown was one of the first places in America to be visited by Europeans, back in 1602. The Mayflower pilgrims were frequent visitors from the early 1600s onwards, from their settlement of Plymouth across the bay. It grew in the 19th century from fishing and whaling, and started to attract writers and artists from the turn of the 20th…

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#Boston to Provincetown ferry #Cape Cod #Long Wharf #Old Harbor Life-Saving Station Museum #photography #Pilgrim Monument #Provincetown #Provincetown Causeway #Race Point Beach #Race Point Ranger Station #They Also Faced the Sea #travel #USA

[ellcrys]

anyways so i’ve been awol bc my friend and i did a day trip to provincetown yesterday and a day trip to salem today and i couldn’t be bothered to log my adventures on tumblr even though i should bc i basically use this site as a pseudo diary lol. (do i log my days anywhere else? no. and i really do want to log these past two days down somewhere).

#there is so much to log down lol #i had so many wonderful interactions with strangers these past two days like #truly the peak #had a fantastic convo with a gallery owner in provincetown who was super knowledgeable about the pieces in his gallery #and described each of the young up and coming artists to me and i wrote down every single one of their names #bc i loved all the art there and want to keep tabs #we also struck up a conversation with this guy in his 40s? 50s? while on the ferry back to boston who was visiting from washington state #and his hometown was apparently provincetown #and he's back for a family wedding #and anyways we probs chatted with this guy for like an hour #just talking about random things #and then today we were at a store in salem #i was wearing my wellesley cap #the person behind the counter was like omg are you a current wellesley student or did you go to wellesley?? #turns out they are a current student #local to salem #and we also chatted for like 20 minutes #and just like! #HUMANS ARE SO GOOD #the pandemic has robbed us of these sorts of interactions #i've missed them aahhh

[armchairmusings]

Sailors jumping into the water at Provincetown Wharf upon the arrival of the S.S. Steel Pier. The ship served as a ferry between Boston and Provincetown through much of the 1940’s. Photograph of sailors is attributed to the artist Paul Cadmus. - source: Historical Voyeur

#paul cadmus #1940s

[misslilli]

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. E. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 69 - Saying Goodbye

[ DS ]

I get the fright of a lifetime when I get a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror in the morning, red-rimmed eyes, blotchy face, hair sticking out in every direction. Shit, I knew going to bed with damp hair was a terrible idea. Oh God, this atrocity is also what Mulder saw after a quick peck good morning before he went downstairs to make breakfast.

Two hours of sleep does not look cute on me.

Applying make-up right with blurry vision is a challenge in itself but I can see clearly enough to spot the bright red mark on the side of my neck. What the… Leaning closer for inspection, I discover with a mixture of annoyance and a tiny little thrill that yep, it really is what I thought it was. Sometime last night, he marked me for the whole world to see, no amount of make-up can cover that up. I'd give my right arm for a turtleneck right now.

Frizzy mess tamed into a somewhat presentable ponytail, I hunt down my clothes distributed inconveniently all around the bedroom to stuff back into my overnight bag, place my dress and his suit that need to be taken to the dry-cleaners sometime next week on hangers and pad my way downstairs for some much needed coffee.

A steaming pot of coffee waits for me in the kitchen and the International Politics section of the Times was placed on what must now be my breakfast spot across from Mulder. Who glances up from his newspaper at my appearance, a smile spreading across his all clean-shaved and fresh face.

"Hey beautiful, you want some breakfast with that coffee?" Beautiful, please, he must be blind as a bat, even with reading glasses on. And how does he manage to look so effortlessly good this morning?

On my way to the kitchen, I trail my hand across his cotton-clad shoulders and give the back of his neck a little affectionate tickle.

"No thanks, handsome, I'll stick to coffee for now." Coffee's the only thing my queasy stomach can handle at the moment.

Half-way through an article on the G8-summit, I lean back in my chair nonchalantly and take a sound sip of my coffee.

"Oh and by the way, if any of the kids comment on what's on my neck today, I'll tell them an expert on the birds and the bees will be coming in to explain it to them.," I smile at him sweetly, hiding my grin into my cup as he chokes on his own sip.

He has the decency to look at least a little bit sheepish, gauging my reaction over his glasses. Sheepish except for the half-smirk that tugs on his lips once his eyes catch on the hickey on my neck.

"Sorry, got a little carried away by your… request. I hope you're not mad…"

"Mhh no, I'm not mad." But I will take the secret thrill it gives me, despite the fact that everyone will know what I've been up to last night, to my grave.

"What are you up to this week?," he changes the subject, returning back to reading the sports pages

"Eat. Sleep in. Charlie's invited me over for a visit, freeze my butt off on the ferry over to Provincetown." An idea lights up his face and he resembles Felix so closely, when he gets excited that he thought up something clever, I can't help but chuckle. "What?"

"Hmm… if you get us to the airport tomorrow, you can have the car for the week. To save you from freezing your butt off." Huh. That does sound like a good offer, seat heaters and a little more time with the boys? Too good to pass up.

"Sure, sounds good. Where are you flying out of? La Guardia?" Snorting into his cup, he shakes his head.

"I can't handle four hours of car games to save a few bucks, for my own sanity and now yours, we're flying out of Boston Logan."

Final goodbyes postponed until tomorrow, I'm dropped off at school with my bags, overnight, garment and a little brown paper one containing two PB&Js - no crust - and two juice boxes. I haven't been sent off to school with a snack package in years and I'm far too old for juice boxes, but it's an oddly endearing gesture all the same.

That night, the girls and I celebrate the start of spring break with a shared bottle of white and a detailed recap for Alex, who's insanely curious on how her plan worked out.

"We had such a good time, A, thank you for helping out the guys and saving us from yet another boring, fancy dinner!"

"S, you really need to stop putting down Tom, especially in front of others, it's terribly uncomfortable to watch. He is who he is but he tries, maybe try appreciating that for a change." Sarah regards me thoughtfully for a moment, over the wine swirling in her glass.

"Look who's suddenly a relationship expert after a few weeks, you just wait until the puppy-dog-love stage is over and the rose-colored glasses come off, then we'll talk again, okay?" I'm not looking to pick a fight over this, even if her condescension irks me a little, so I only give her a shrug in response.

"For what it's worth, I think D's right, it might only be friendly teasing to us but they did go out of their way last night, a little appreciation is in order." Holly admits and then leans over to poke her finger into my neck with a giggle. "I think someone showed their appreciation alright last night. You look pretty tired, D, didn't get a lot of sleep, huh?"

The embarrassed blush on my cheeks sends them all into a giggle fit, Jesus, who's immature now?

"Oh I remember that stage well," Holly sighs dramatically. "Enjoy it while it lasts, I say, before you end up losing sleep arguing over your boyfriend's shitty behavior at the dinner table." We've carefully skirted around that topic all night, until she brought it up herself.

"Yeah, what was that all about? Do you really believe it was all work-related?" Sarah prods carefully, no-one's particularly eager to address the elephant in the room directly. We also don't want to plant a seed of distrust in case we're wrong about Rick.

"Do I have a choice? He insists it was but refuses to actually show me his phone, I'm just being crazy, need to respect his privacy and trust him but… I don't know, it's all very shady. Can we talk about something else please? It's putting a damper on my spring-break celebration!"

I've successfully avoided thinking about tomorrow the entire day, until I'm lying alone staring into the darkness of my bedroom and the thought curls up in a tight ball of nausea in my stomach and tingles in the tip of my nose. Stop it, it's only a week. Six days. You can handle six days.

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[ Felix ]

I gotta admit, I'm incredibly proud of Dad, for thinking up a clever way to get Dana to take us to the airport. From the backseat, Mickey ears on my head to show off my excitement, I tell her in great detail what exactly we're going to do at Disneyland, listing off all the rides we're going to go on and who I'm looking forward to meeting most.

Up until now, I've secretly been hoping Dad will invite her along on our trip as a surprise and that her taking us to the airport was a clever way of deceiving me. I was so disappointed to see that she's not carrying a suitcase this morning but oh well, I guess it was too much to hope for. Maybe she'll come next time, I think she'll get along great with my awesome auntie Sam and then we won't have to say good-bye before the security check!

Dad's probably just as sad as I am about leaving, it's kind of sweet yet slightly annoying how he doesn't let her go all the way through check-in. I watch mesmerized as the steward prints out tags for our bags and hands over our two tickets.

"I'm going to need to see your wife's booking confirmation as well, sir!" It's too funny, to see them both suddenly so nervous, stumbling over their words to set the record straight that one, she's not his wife and two, she won't be joining us on the trip.

"Yet!," I chime in happily, giggling that I've managed to add to their embarrassment.

I really, really hope I'll get to be flower boy or ring-bearer or whatever at their wedding one day, that's going to be one fine day! With a giddy rush of excitement, I quickly make up a far-away future in my mind, where she won't be Miss Scully anymore but, oh my heart, Mrs. Mulder.

Or Mrs. Scully-Mulder or Mrs. Mulder-Scully, I don't actually care either way.

Right before security, I glance around at the other travelers passing us by, business people and families hurrying along to catch their flight while I'm impatiently waiting for their forever hugs and kisses to end so I can tug her down and get my own hug goodbye.

"I'll miss you sooo much, Dana!" Arms wrapped tightly around her neck, I get a little emotional at the thought of leaving her behind. "Can't you come with us?," I ask in a small voice, maybe there's a way I can still convince her to come. She pulls back from our hug to take my face between her hands and I pull out my best pout and sad puppy eyes to give her.

"Sorry, Felix, not this time. But I'm sure you'll have a great time and I can't wait to hear all about it when you get back, okay?" I beam through my sadness at the sound smack on the cheek she gives me before straightening up again. "Now go, before you miss your flight boys!"

And so we're off to our exciting adventure, turning back to wave at her a few times until we're past security and she's disappeared out of sight.

My sadness is wiped away instantly once we're at the gate and I catch a glimpse of all the planes through the windows. I've read up on them for an entire week so I can explain to Dad what's going on in and around the aircraft before departure and up in the air. He's only half-listening to my rambling, though. I can tell by his glazed-over eyes, staring off into space lost in thought.

"Don't worry Dad, we're going to have so much fun, the week will be over in no time, alright?" I pat his head reassuringly, sometimes even Dads need a little comfort.

I wriggle excitedly in my seat, after struggling to fasten my seatbelt and listen intently to the security briefing before my first flight in a long time. Ugh, I hope I never have to use that emergency slide. Although it looks kind of fun!

Having sweet-talked my way into the window seat, I watch the airport fly by wide-eyed, thoroughly enjoying the little flip of my stomach once the wheels leave the ground and we're lifted up in the air. Whee!

I wave a little good-bye out the plane window, to all the people out there who love us.

On our plane ride, Dad tells me the whole story of the fox and the little fox and I'm so happy that yes, they've found their rainbow in the end!

Somehow, I feel like there's more to this story but Dad just smiles down at me and promises he'll tell me, one day.

Nose pressed into the plastic window, I wave a little good-bye out the plane window, to all the people out there who love us.

I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it. A heartfelt, huge Thank You to the handful of amazing people who've stayed with it for incredible 69 chapters ❤️.

#xf #the x files #xf fanfic #felix felicis

[cryptidyuu-boo]

So there is apparently a small, small island in Boston Harbor that:

1. Is covered and uncovered by the rising of the tide.

2. Has an obelisk-like structure, meant to warn sailors of the shallow reef around the island, on it that is covered and uncovered with the rising of the tide.

3. The island is called Nix’s Mate and no one has any idea WHY it’s called this, just that it is and always has been. It’s even in records of the Commonwealth that it’s called Nix’s Mate and no one knows what or who Nix or the “mate” is or where this name came from.

4. And that there may potentially be at least three ghosts of pirates on the island because pirate’s bodies were hung there as a warning to deter sailors from piracy.

So we basically have an island that appears and disappears depending on the time of day, has an obelisk-like structure on its shore to serve as a warning to others, a name no one knows where it came from but that it’s always Been That and potentially pirate ghosts.

So I find it incredibly amusing that apparently a ferry from Provincetown to Boston wasn’t paying close enough attention I guess and accidentally crashed into this incredibly ominous, maybe haunted little island.

#it’s not open to the public at all #but I want to know the Ocean Obelisk’s secrets #my post #Yuya’s Journal #folklore #history #Boston #Massachusetts #Massachusetts folklore #Massachusetts history #Boston folklore #Boston history #local history #local folklore #haunted locations #ghostcore #cryptidcore #mysterycore #haunted island #pirates

[daveortega]

#ferry #boston #provincetown #sketchbook

#ferry #sketchbook #provincetown #boston

[bosguy]

Getting to Provincetown

Traveling between Boston and Provincetown this summer? Here are a few options on how to get there. #Ptown #Boston

Traveling between Boston and Provincetown (a.k.a. Ptown) is easy. Driving is the most common form of transportation but it is the slowest way to travel between Boston and Ptown and can take much longer than ferry service or flying. Provincetown High-Speed Ferry Service Ferry service is a convenient way to travel. Two companies offer high-speed ferry service that is faster than driving…

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[richardlawson]

Night Moves

My parents sold their house. The house they bought before my sister and I were born, in that weird slip of time I’m told was the late 1970s. They’re moving to Providence, city of my father’s birth, and a place where a modest condo can be bought, for two people facing next and (yes, we all must admit) maybe final chapters. Over the 4th of July holiday, I spent a teary two nights in the house, going wandering in Boston with a friend and then, just as it was time to leave for the train, taking last passes through the small expanse of the place. I cried. I made myself cry? I don’t know if the tears were real or forced or if forced tears aren’t actually real. But I did. Almost wept. My mom pulled the car out of the driveway and there was my dad, good old Dad, walking the dog up the hill, the last time I’d ever see that. I blubbed, discretely, until my mom asked me a question and then it was hard to hide. “It’s just a building,” she said, which is what I’d told myself, what my therapist had told me. It’s just a building. Just a thing that teemed with all the stuff of our lives for 40 years. And now it’s not.

The day before this goodbye, my family and I went to a wedding. My cousin’s kid got married, an assemblage of people I’d not seen in at least 20 years. It was held at a country club south of the city, and was full of that kind of straight wedding swagger I hate so much—is there no worse sight in the world than groomsmen in suits clutching bottles of beer? That effortful commitment to male casualness amidst the formalness? It speaks to such an ease, the way these men move through the world, that my sister and I were repulsed by it. During the wedding, a long and violent thunderstorm rolled in. But just before that, my family and I wandered the grounds of the country club, walked along the ridge of a hill that offered a view of the city, the whole of Boston laid out there in the hazy, humid distance. The four of us there, lined up and regarding it. It felt like a maudlin farewell. To this city we’ve all been so tethered to, just then rendered so small, so faraway. 

I traveled a lot this summer, more than I had planned. I went to Provincetown for a few nights, my new favorite place, and felt the mid-June thrill of all that. I went to Los Angeles, mostly for work—a grinding reporting assignment that has yet to bear fruit but still could be something good, I hope—but also to see my sister. She’s so good at day trips, feeling so blessed with a car, and we drove up to Ojai, spent a late morning and early afternoon in its clenching, clean heat. We hiked a short distance to a waterfall, where barefoot kids were laughing and dogs were shuffling around. We went into town, roaming an outdoor used bookstore where I searched for my own book and, as ever, came up short. I’d heard so much about Ojai and, while finding it beautiful, was surprised by how little it offered. “You have to be rich to enjoy it,” I said to my sister as we got back in her car and, sealed up in the air conditioning, drove back to the city. 

In Los Angeles, I spent a lot of time holed up in my hotel, a once-trendy place on the Sunset Strip that has a thumping pool club and is just the right amount of uncomfortable to feel cool. It’s a full-service place, so I could take my meals there, do drinks on the patio, barely leave the confines of it. I went a little crazy, swaddled up in the gray blanket of that place—its easy, healthy-ish, sour food, its lukewarm sauvignon blanc mood. I felt like I was there for a whole long Shining winter, growing a beard and going insane and locating some truer kernel of myself than I’d ever known existed. I let myself skitter out into the night on occasion, to see friends and revel, just a bit, in the riot of a city I hate. (I’m sorry, L.A. friends. I have tried so hard to like Los Angeles, but it makes me so stressed and unhappy and full of constant Sunday Scaries that I have to hate it. That said, I can’t wait to visit again.) But mostly I was alone, conducting halting interviews on the phone, pacing around in my cold room while tall trees fluttered in the balcony window. One uneasy afternoon, I watched a bug crawl around the enormous beanbag chair the hotel provided and figured it knew what to do with this lump of furniture more than I did. 

I just got back from Fire Island, another place I have tried to love and—unlike L.A.—might finally be done with. What a dream of an idea that place is, and yet in execution, or at least in my admittedly narrow experience of it, what a drab and horny and exhausting thing it actually is. I don’t fit in there at all, which is a strange sensation for someone who has prided himself on being able to adapt, to quickly recover, to renegotiate physical and social spaces as needed. Fire Island, the Pines in particular, is a bridge past a bridge too far, I’m afraid. Not because I don’t admire its moxie, its Speedo tan-ness, its louche, buggy reverie. I love that people love it. I just feel sad that Fire Island is something like Paris—a beautiful dream I’ll never be able to actually step into, that I’ll never feel filling me like air, like smoke. (I Juul now—another life update.) But it’s good to have that conclusion—to know, because of increasing adulthood and experience, that it, hey, just isn’t for me. I wish it the best. I wanted to blow a kiss to the island as the ferry puttered away back toward Sayville. Goodbye, place! Goodbye, dream! Goodbye all you wonderful people who partied and yearned and grieved and fucked and fell in love there. See you in Ptown, maybe. All you lively ghosts, living and dead.

Fall trips loom. Film festivals, which are so much fun. I’m going to Venice for the first time, next week, and I am so stressed and excited and curious. I booked an Airbnb that’s not near the movies, that’s on the main island with all the canals and handsome gondoliers and luring, leering pasta. (My Fire Island diet nearly killed me, readers.) I chose holistic life experience over festival ease in booking that place and I hope I don’t regret it. And then it’s straight on to Toronto, a festival I love, a town I am growing to like, with people I know and with whom I’m so ready to pretend it’s summer camp again. Fall camp. Autumn camp. What a good time that will be.

But it will keep me away. I’ve been away so much this year, which has been exhilarating—I gave an award out on stage at a loud gay discotheque in Guadalajara, Mexico!—but also lonely, and denying. The thing I’ve sort of stylistically held for the end here is that I fell in love this year, and while it’s a new-ish, only nine-month relationship (“We have a baby,” I said to Andrew tonight), it’s still a totalizing thing. It’s impossible to look at all of this—parents moving, cities roiling, islands churning—not through the lens of that. How terrifically grounded I have felt this year, to something good and happy and intimate and huge in its smallness. This is the first time I’ve really written about him—a scientist, a smiler, a kind and gentle person who calms me and encourages me—and it feels a little scary to type it out. But there he is, suddenly a center. 

When I was home over the 4th, my mom told my sister and me a story about our cousin, the one whose kid got married at the country club. I guess when this cousin was little, a toddler maybe, she would often say, “I need something.” Just that. That quiet little unspecific thing. “I need something,” she’d say in a small voice, tugging at pant legs and looking up at the adults hoping they’d understand and satisfy whatever it was she was asking for. I’ve thought about that a lot since my mom told us about it, there in the backyard I’ll never see again. I need something. I need something! I NEED SOMETHING! 

Of course we all do. Need something. Need so many things. I get corny, thinking about it. I want to say what a mad and blissful and terrible adventure it is, to go chasing after that need. It is. But, again, that’s hokey. So I guess I’ll just end this ramble with a little moment, from Fire Island. I went to bed early one night, and was half asleep when some of the boys of tea came home. I heard them rumbling around upstairs in the living room, muffled laughter and bottles opening. It reminded me of being a kid in the house I grew up in, that will now be lived in by a nice family from Framingham who wrote a heartening letter to my parents about how much they loved the house. That feeling of life happening just beyond the light under the door. And maybe it is. But in that room on Fire Island that night, there was also the beautiful dark, also the hum of the air conditioner, the whine of the mosquito, and there was me, breathing and blinking and alive. That was so much, too.