Honeymoon in P-Town

About a month before Emma and I set the date for our wedding, we scheduled two mini-vacations for us to take. It just so happened that the second vacation we scheduled, for a long weekend at the gay-haven of the Northeast, Provincetown, fit in well with the timeline we were looking at for our wedding. So, in a way, the honeymoon date dictated the wedding date.

So, on October 13th, after all the guests had left our wedding reception, after we had cleaned up what we could, we hopped in the car, and took the 3 hour drive to the tip of the Cape. The drive was easy and uneventful, which we thought was a bit odd. Even at this time of the year, the Cape still gets its share of tourists.

As we drove through town, Em and I were both amazed by the amount of gay-pride flags and same-sex couples walking the street. Emma had never been here before, and the last time I had come, I was seven, and with my grandparents. We knew then that we had picked an excellent place for our honeymoon. On top of it all, it’s was Women’s Week in P-Town, where lesbians from all over came to celebrate their estrogen.

The town was booming with lesbian-friendly and lesbian-centered events. Emma and I went to the L-Word Season 3 DVD party, and won t-shirts and cds. We attended a screening of a lesbian-directed porn called “Superfreak”. We bought rainbow ordained Provincetown t-shirts. We walked by clubs having “Scanty Panties” parties. We took pictures with mermaids, ate at “Burger Queen”, and saw some of the most hilarious drag queens ever.

We were able to be who we were, the couple we were, without the leering eyes of unapproving minds. Not once did we shy away from holding hands or exchanging a quick kiss in public. We were on our honeymoon, afterall, and wanted to be the lovey-dovey couples that we were, and celebrate our nuptuals.

Our eyes were opened to different types of couples. Although I had been around lesbians before, they were like me – typical looking girls that you could imagine would date men. Emma only knew one or two other lesbians, one of them being her cousin. We saw all sorts of couples, so very different than ourselves. We saw women in their 60s, 70s and 80s, and we wondered what it was like for them 50 years ago. We saw very-femme women with their cross-dressed partner. (I had to explain what the expression “packing heat” means in the lesbian world.) We saw the stereotypical flannel butch types, and the athletic types. We saw some couples that just made us fall over laughing…with their rat tails and mullets. Lesbian or not, there is a certain fashion sense that all individuals must follow, and I really don’t include mullets in that category. And we saw couples like us….couples who were just as amazed at what was around them.

It was an excellent way to start this new chapter in our relationship – to be reaffirmed that there are people just like us in this world who are just as proud of their relationships as we are, and aren’t afraid to show it.

That, and the fudge was awesome. Mmm….fudge.



  1. Deneen said,

    Sounds like you had a great time.

  2. Kathy said,

    Sounds like the perfect honeymoon to me.

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