Gay Porn Set: Fire Island

Back in the day, I had a lousy share on Fire Island. It wasn't located in one of the good towns -- the gay weekend meccas, The Pines (rich gay men) or Cherry Grove (working class gay men, alcoholic lesbians). I was stuck in Seaview, sleepy home of straight brats and frat rats.

On my weekends, I'd pack up my stolen Prada weekender and flee smelly, terrorist-targeted New York. It'd take two hours by train, another half-hour making the ferry trip. Then I'd unpack, grab a pack of cigarettes and begin an arduous two-hour hike down the beach from Seaview to the Pines. All for sex.

It might seem like a lot of trouble for a tumble in the surf, sandy balls and part-time lover in a Burberry sarong. But I've done more for less.

Regardless, back in "naturally air-conditioned" San Francisco, my only form of consolation is watching Michael Lucas's Fire Island Cruising series, filmed in the tony Pines.

-- Mike