The same old summer resorts have been beckoning with all new doodads and personalities to lure us back on the beach, with our tongues out. On Fire Island, Cherry Grove has been trying to bump itself up a notch, leaving baits for younger gays who can’t afford the adjacent Pines and might want to saunter over to a more affordable neck of the woods, as it were. There, the Belvedere—the sprawling white castle of a homosexual hotel—sent a bunch of us to bask in its renovations and marvel at its exclusive maleness… Keep reading 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Article by Michael Musto and photo from the Village Voice

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