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Sometimes at the Olivia Sail Away Parties, whether from the harbors of Miami, Vancouver or Piraeus , or at the opening night dance at one of the land-based Club Meds commandeered for the week by Olivia, I have a lovely dissociative moment. It’s neither seasickness nor homesickness.
When I was coming up in the 1950s, though I can’t pinpoint any overt messages, I did get it that growing up lesbian was going to be a sad and lonely business. I would probably end up a spinster, darning socks by my older brother’s fireplace. It might have been some early Silas Marner damage. There would be suffering.
But there I am, a little startled to be chatting with a boatload of lesbians old and young, shaking a leg, flirting, laughing in a cool evening sea breeze, anticipating a week of fun. Not a sad moment or sock to be found. ‘Dream Boat’ comes to mind.
It has always been a pleasure to be on an Olivia trip and my favorite part is getting to hear the amazing stories from women everywhere. We have amazing stories. I look forward to being able to continue my O’participation through this social network. To surfing not suffering! |