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And by gaycation I mean, when you reach your destination you will be surrounded by gaymos, en masse. And for my want, lesbians as far as the eye can see. Gorgeous women of all shapes, sizes and walks of life. Saturated in teh gay; lesbian movies, lesbian music/musicians, lesbian comedians, celesbians. You know, gaycations. Gay vacation, like; Dinah Shore Weekend, Michigan Womyn's Music Festival, Women's Week at Provincetown, a lesbian week at a resort, a lesbian cruise...travel designed with the gay gal in mind.
I, well Betty Please and I, just recently returned from our first gaycation. A lesbian cruise. And I have to say, it was, awesome. And I do mean awesome. I was awe struck many a time on that trip. I'm pretty sure that wasn't just an effect of all the Dramamine I was taking either. Hard to believe, I was prepared to not enjoy myself. Not one bit. I was sure I would be bored and sea sick the entire time. Or at least for the time we were on the ship. That I'd have to put on a happy face for Betty Please, so I didn't ruin her whole vacation. I thought the only thing I'd enjoy were the excursions at the ports. Boy was I wrong. Not about the sea sickness unfortunately, but about everything else.
There was stuff going on on the boat all the time. So much stuff, that we often had to choose between the greater of two funs. Most days, we were busy from 6:30 AM until after midnight. Yet, though we were go, go, go, it was the most relaxing vacation ever. It was the first vacation we've taken where we actually were in one place long enough to unpack our suitcases and make our room, our room. We could get food at any and all times. Room service (at least on this cruise) was at no extra charge. We didn't have to drive anywhere, or worry about getting lost. We'd just get up in morning, and be in a different country than the day before. We didn't have cell phones, or internet access, so we had each others full and undivided attention. Which was nice, since someone in our house has become a Facebook fiend. And damn it if they don't have an app for that.
We made friends with a few really cool people. But, even if we hadn't, it was invigorating to soak in the energy of a boat full of lesbians. I don't think we met anyone who wasn't friendly. I don't know if it's a common thing for lesbian cruises, but there was almost a camaraderie amongst us all. Of course, that could be because there was a big storm the first night that scared the bejeezuz out of most everyone to the point of no one sleeping the first night, and made about half of the passengers sea sick for the first two days. But, I'd like think that's common to all lesbian cruises. Not the wicked storm and sea sickness part, but the camaraderie part.
I think the best thing about the cruise though, for me, was that we could openly be a couple (at least on the ship). We could hold hands if we wanted to. We could steal a kiss if we wanted to. We could dance together at the club if we wanted to. I could go on and on. But more than that, we didn't have to worry about trying to not give the appearance of a being a couple. We were free to not think about all of the subtle "we're a couple cues," that we would normally have to worry about in unfamiliar or unsafe to be out territory. The way we look at each other, the moment too long gaze. The way we smile when we listen to each other talk. The momentary light touch on the arm or back. The just too close for normal personal space. None of that was a worry. For me, that freedom is more valuable than anything.
I don't know how to put an accurate account of our trip into words. And while a picture might be worth a thousand words, it just can't quite accurately tell the tale either. As time goes on the vividness of the vacation memory will fade. We'll remember that, yeah we
