It feels great to be back home. I've not been away from my men for this long so having them in my arms once again was an extra special treat. After a week away from work I got everything caught up within about 8 hours. Today I'm processing photos from the trip (I hope to have those complete in the next couple of days). Tomorrow I have two paid photo shoots scheduled which is awesome. Sunday is the freaky fetish extravaganza of Folsom Street Fair. We'll see how many minutes I last this year before becoming overwhelmed with the crowds...
Six years ago today Melissa died. Most days I just feel like celebrating Melissa's role in my life. Today I'm full of sadness to have lost her. This whole trip to Boston was a way for Valette and I to commemorate the occasion. Today we photographed some abandoned buildings and even trespassed into a few in Melissa's honor. Tonight we're exhausted and just going to lay low and get ready for our far too early flights home tomorrow.
Today Valette and I took the fast ferry to Provincetown. The ferry ride was amazing for me. It's been years since I've been on the water and I loved it. The photo on the left was taken as we left Boston Harbor.
So I've heard lots of this little cute little gay hamlet know as P-Town and wanted to check it out for myself. I'd heard so much constant praise about the place that I was worried it could never live up to the hype. Fortunately I, too, found it charming and fun. There was some great shopping and, being such a big gay destination, it had tons of amazing clothing stores for men. I was bumming big time that I had no money to spend on the 326 shirts, shorts, swimsuits, pants and sexual paraphernalia that were calling my name. Maybe next time around.
We didn't arrive in P-Town till 3:30pm and all the stores started closing about 6pm. Our ferry didn't leave till 8:30pm so after dinner we decided to take a walk through the cemetery in the pitch blackness. From there we headed off to the northwest on Race Point Rd in pursuit of a beach. After 20 minutes of walking on streets absent of any light, very little traffic, lots of eerie horror movie background noise and our surmising all the ways we could die at the hands of some disgruntled burly gay man... we turned back and got back to the pier just in time to catch our ferry back to Boston.
And just for the record, never once on this death-defying journey did I run like a scared little girl at the sound of some killer mutant bear bounding through the woods. You know, just in case you hear anything to the contrary.
Today we went to the SoWa Open Market which was nice, though smaller than I had expected. At the end of the market I wandered into a brick building they are using for parking lot and found the most amazing abandoned warehouse. Valette and I spent a lot time exploring and photographing this find. We want to go back with our flashes so we can get some better pics of it.
After that we did some shopping and I took a nap. After dinner, I went to The Ramrod bar only to find out that it was Mr. Boston Leather night upstairs and some fetish ball in the dance area downstairs... Since I'm not a fan of leathered beauty pageants or $20 covers for freak fests, I left pretty quickly.
Overall it was a nice, low-key day. I'm proud to admit that the highlight of the day was a run down warehouse turned parking lot.
We went shopping today on Newbury St without much success. Valette ended up with a pair of shoes and me a shirt both from Filene's Basement, a mega discount clothing store. Think piles and piles of designer clothes being sifted through by hordes of greedy shoppers and you'll get a sense of the vibe of the store. If you dig deep enough you'll find that most perfect shirt in your size for less than half of the original price.
Tonight we took the crazy congested green line (subway) to Boston University to see a concert by The Swell Season which features the brilliant musicians who starred in the indie movie musical Once. They were absolutely amazing. In an arena filled with about 5,000 people they treated the show like an intimate coffeehouse gig. They were very down-to-earth and passionate about their music. I was blown away and so glad we went. We bought tickets the night before and were somehow able to get seats in the front row which was blissful. I would definitely see them again.
I'm not sure if you're still reading this or if you've completely given up on me ever blogging again, but... I'm in Boston. With Valette.
Her: "I have miles to burn, wanna go somewhere?"
Me: "Sure."
Her: "K. See you in Boston."
And here we are staying in a mongo-sized apartment in Jamaica Plain in the outskirts of Boston. We're here for almost a week with not much planned at the moment. Today we walked the touristy Freedom Trail which is just a touristy way to see a bunch of historical stuff. Not terribly thrilling for two photographers who like to photograph rusty shit, but it was a good way to start get our bearings of the city and to wear our poor little feet to the bone. We have 4 days ahead of us for more walking and hopefully lots of fun-filled adventures.