Gay Beach

by

Frank Golovitz

I hadn't gone near a gay beach for years when Marty and I drove out last summer to one of California's most famous. It was a long pleasant drive out the Boulevard and it seemed that quite a few others were going our way-a red convertible with two sunbaked blonds; two sporty lesbians in an MG; a carload of screaming queens...

We arrived early. The frustrating hunt for parking space almost soured Marty for the day but his buoyancy returned as we collected our towels

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