Reminiscences of a Gay Utopia
“I remember walking from Cherry Grove, through I guess what is called Meat Rack, with my boyfriend so we could dance in the Pavilion. Somewhere along the way, as we were leaving Cherry Grove, we were joined by a petty thief who was English and drunk, carrying a painting wrapped in a sheet that he brazenly announced had been stolen from a house minutes before. Somehow, this companion, who we never saw again, reinforced the idea of Fire Island Pines being a bit of a gay fable. Strange things happened there.”
-- Aaron Hicklin, editor in chief, Out magazine
“I remember walking from Cherry Grove, through I guess what is called Meat Rack, with my boyfriend so we could dance in the Pavilion. Somewhere along the way, as we were leaving Cherry Grove, we were joined by a petty thief who was English and drunk, carrying a painting wrapped in a sheet that he brazenly announced had been stolen from a house minutes before. Somehow, this companion, who we never saw again, reinforced the idea of Fire Island Pines being a bit of a gay fable. Strange things happened there.”
-- Aaron Hicklin, editor in chief, Out magazine
Via NYTimes.com, "Reminiscences of a Gay Utopia"
But there is a silver lining: in the wake of the devastating fire that destroyed the Fire Island Pines harbor, the property owners assure us that summer 2012 will live on — reimagined, if not reinvigorated.
