Finally on the end, in from sunny Key West, Florida we had me! I am known for colorful pants and for … well I’ll let my dear readers decide. From Buenos Aires we had Pablo De Luca and Gustavo Noguera, our Argentina gay ambassadors. They are a gay travel powerhouse team and are successful as business and life partners. He frequently contributes to well-known publications such as. Andrew is a well-known gay travel expert and has been a freelance travel journalist since 1991. In the Purple we have travel nomad Andrew Collins from Portland Oregon. He is a staff writer for Man About World Magazine. Also From Los Angeles we have Aaron Drake.
#GAY BARS DALLAS TEXAS SERIES#
Duane is the author of and the new series Living Wells. On the left we have Duane Wells from Los Angeles, California. Here’s a picture of us from the Dallas Opera. In the lobby of the hotel, I met the other travel writers. To be honest, I didn’t manage even one coffee.*sigh*
#GAY BARS DALLAS TEXAS FREE#
I had the morning free, and spent most of it trying to sneak into other peoples’ conventions for the free coffee.
#GAY BARS DALLAS TEXAS FULL#
I guess you don’t stop being full of yourself until after middle age. Back at the hotel, I passed out in a meat coma. A woman in her fifties did it, but the thirty-year-old woman just acted bothered and upset. Two people had birthdays, so the staff brought them chicken hats and told them they were expected to sing, dance, and cluck around like chickens. The chicken was delicious, as was the fish. This is Texas, and the assumption is big portions, and that everyone wants two or three of everything. Our group would have been fine with ONE fried chicken, but that’s not an option. The waitress returned with three platters, each containing the fried pieces of an ENTIRE chicken, and another platter with three WHOLE fish. The waitress asked, “What kind of meat? Chicken or Cat Fish?” Michael picked up the three of us who’d arrived early and we headed to Babe’s Chicken for dinner. Everyone knows that Spain has lots of gay life, but Michael assured me that Dallas can be flaming as well! That’s me summed up in one sentence.īut the timing was horrible: my assistant got to go to Madrid to represent HE Travel at the International Gay and Lesbian Travel Association Annual Convention, and I got to go to Dallas for a gay press trip. I’m a sucker for flattery…can you blame me? I also just love Bar-B-Que. He said to me “I follow your gay travel blog and I just love the way you write. So back to the point: I went on this tour because Michael said he was a fan of my work. My notions of Texas (and especially Dallas) were: Texans eat too much, they are loud and hate gay people, and President Kennedy’s visit didn’t turn out so well. I think he would have been very popular among Texans – I mean, hello, he essentially paved the way to strap cowboys to the top of rockets and shoot them at the moon! Is there a gay Texas though? Is there a gay Dallas?īelieve it or not, I actually had no desire to set foot back in Dallas as long as I live. Why the hell did I fly to Dallas? Honestly, for several months I have been confused about why I accepted this invitation, ever since Michael Doughman from the Dallas Tavern Guild contacted me out of the blue and invited me to visit his city.