A week off in March or early April, actually ten days if you skip the Friday befor (which everyone does), when plane flights are still cheap.and tourist destinations uncrowded!
Here are 12 memorable spring breaks, crowded with sightseeing and cruising.
1981: Iceland. I joined the Scandinavian Club just so I could go on their annual field trip to a Scandinavian country. During my junior year, it was Iceland. I wasn't out, so no bars, bathhouses, or street cruising, but a lot of looking at Nordic men. And my friend Erik hooked up with a naked Nordic god.
1985: New Orleans. During my terrible year in Hell-fer-Sartain, Texas, I jumped at any opportunity to escape. The minute my last class ended, I got into my car and drove the 6 hours to New Orleans. And I didn't get back until about an hour before my first class began on the Monday after. It wasn't Mardi Gras, so guys weren't flashing their equipment to the crowd, but I still saw my fair share of penises. And I hooked up with the footlong hustler of Bourbon Street.
1988: Pattaya, Thailand. When I was living in West Hollywood, my friend Alan moved to Thailand to start a gay Pentecostal church. He was sidetracked into an ex-gay cult, so I flew over to rescue him with a trip to Pattaya, the gay party capital of Southeast Asia.
1995: Washington, DC. To visit Alan and his partner Sandy, and put on a live sex show for him.
1998: San Francisco. I was in New York, getting my Ph.D. Yuri the Russian meteorology major had just come out, and wanted to see the heart of the heart of the gay world. So we flew to San Francisco, stayed with my friend David, and went cruising on Castro Street. Sharing, a bear party, underwear night, a hookup, and a drive down Lombard Street.
hooked up with a celebrity.
2002: Paris-Brussels-Amsterdam. The first time I made the circuit. Five days in Paris for the Musee d'Orsay, Luxembourg Gardens, Shakespeare and Company, and bar darkrooms, overnight in Brussels, and three nights in Amsterdam for Indonesian food, the Rikjsmuseum, and the Horseman's Club, for men with 23 cm (8 inches) or more. It would become an annual ritual.
2005: Another Paris-Brussels-Amsterdam circuit, when I met the Dutch African at the Horseman's Club, and he brought me home as a "birthday present" for his brother.
first glory hole. But this time we had friends to visit.
2016: Mexico City. I speak Spanish and I've studied Mesoamerican archaeology for years, but I've never been to Mexico except for some short jaunts to Tijuana. What better way to spend spring break than to fly down to Mexico City to visit the Museo Nacional de Arquelogia?
Oh, and there were some hot guys, too.