keep a husband,” stylist Christian Freedom told me about Fire Island the other day.And it’s so true!The raging hormones, the blazing sun, the more than occasional mood enhancers, and the desperate breakout from lockdown make it a sexual paradise, but not one where commitments are always remembered when the sun comes up and the privates go down.So screw all that.I’ll just keep going there to find some fab drag queens to make me giddy in my singlehood.
And the best time to do that is the annual (except for last year) Invasion of the Pines, whereby a boatful of gussied up tuckers floats in from the neighboring Cherry Grove to ritualistically undo an age-old incident where drag queens were refused service by exclusionary Pines gays.