![]() ![]() I don’t know whether he was driven by a desire to express himself fully, to compromise neither his identity as a gay man nor as a parent, or by a lack of willingness to sacrifice any time in a world that he had spent most of his life denying. But, for the moment, he was well-at least well enough to take his daughter on a Caribbean vacation.įitting me into his gay life style, one that did not typically accommodate children, was my father’s norm. I was travelling with my father, who, less than eighteen months later, would die after a five-year battle with AIDS. I was barely a teen-ager, and, from my view across the dining room, I appeared to be the sole female passenger on the cruise ship carrying several hundred gay men from Miami, Florida, to San Juan, Puerto Rico, over the course of seven days-and definitely the only kid. The first night on the ship, I wore a cobalt velvet jacket with a shawl collar, stonewashed jeans, and a necklace bearing three tiers of iridescent orbs, an unintentional nod to the disco ball that would cast the ballroom in a glittering glow.
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