Somewhere between skipping down a quiet street after a rain storm on the way to back to my bed and breakfast after a night of karaoke around two in the morning paired with a carefree beach attitude, something suddenly hit me.
I felt alive.
In fact, I didn’t just feel alive. I felt the most alive that I had been in months.
It all started when I decided to take a drive out on Route 6 on Cape Cod all the way to the eastern most tip. As I drove past villages and made my way past sand dunes, I eventually found myself on a hilltop overlooking a charming fishing village otherwise known as Provincetown, or as I’d like to call it, the LGBTQ capital of New England.
You see, it is here where if you want to go skipping down the streets, by golly, you’re going to go skip down streets. Always had a desire to dress up in drag? Have no fear, you’re in great company. Provincetown, Massachusetts is where you don’t have to hide who you really are. You are free to be yourself.
As I made my way into town, I pulled into a place called Salt House Inn, a charming bed and breakfast located in the heart of town but tucked away enough that it wasn’t in the center of it all. It was here where I met the host Jonathan who was one of the friendliest people I have come across and was quick to show me to my room and offer pointers and travel ideas around town.
Shortly after bringing my bags in, I began my quest.
I haven’t been to Provincetown since I was a young kid. This was my first time visiting the town being a gay man. It is whole new experience that I had been wanting to take part in for quite some time. Being that my hotel for work is just about an hour west of here, I decided to pack up and head to Provincetown by myself for the weekend so I can truly do the things that I wanted to do.
Lunch was the perhaps the first order up to kick off my day, and once you find yourself on good old Commercial Street, you’ll be surrounded with plenty of options. Commercial Street is the main hub of town that looks like an open air market more than a street. It’s packed with little boutiques, bars, and restaurants and even some more attractions in between. I decided to stop at a place called the Post Office Cafe, a gem of a find that had the perfect street view on the outside patio so I can take it all in over a good cocktail.
After lunch, I met up with some friends who had been staying in town for a few days and had some good conversation, along with discovering that you were able to tour the Pilgrim Monument in town, a 252-foot granite tower that was constructed to commemorate the first landfall of the Pilgrims in 1620.
So, what does one do when he finds out? One goes and climbs the tower, and you better believe I enjoyed the breathless views of Provincetown from above, along with a grand view of the ocean which just happened to be next on my to do list.
I took a drive out to the National Seashore area. An area where you stroll past high dunes along an open road and eventually make it to the most scenic beach you may ever experience in all of New England. Upon my arrival, I noticed wonderful sight; a family of seals swimming right along the coast and off into the sunset. It doesn’t get more Cape Cod than this.
After letting my thoughts decompress while enjoying the melody of the ocean, it was time to head back into town. Now, for the nightlife to begin.
There is plenty of nightlife.
Provincetown is a lively place. No matter what you’re into, it’s here. Everything from drag performances to a night of karaoke. You’d be hard pressed to find someone who isn’t being their true selves in this town.
Karaoke was on the agenda for my Saturday night as one of my friends who was in town was attending a lesbian bridal shower who were all ready to hit the stage and sing a few songs, heck, even dance to them, too.
That is exactly what we did. A few good cocktails, and we had the whole bar happily engaged in singing and dancing with each other, everyone from all walks of life. I even got to meet an older lesbian couple who lived in town on the weekends who instantly became the life of the party and insisted I wasn’t singing my heart out. In fact, I was almost ushered to the stage by them once I did.
After a night of song and dance, I stumbled my way back to my bed and breakfast. I was so happy to have the feeling of being in my element, and the feeling of being myself, that I started to skip all the way back. No, I’m not ashamed to admit I was skipping. This is living. You are never too old, and in Provincetown, age is but a number anyways.
My Sunday was filled with calm as I started out with breakfast at the Inn followed by a long walk on the beach. I couldn’t help to smile. I reflected so much on how wonderful Saturday had been. Gays holding hands down the streets. Drag queens on bicycles. Lesbian couples having the night of their lives as if they were in their twenties.
Provincetown is the place for living and it is the place where you can be who you want to be without fear of judgement. This town will forever have a special place in my heart. The people who live here? These are my people, and they are ready to spark joy and youth into anyone who comes to town, because it is here where life gets a lift.