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.
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