“After ten days of suffocation in Gotham City, we finally arrived in Fire Island Pines, where hundreds of circuit-boys, Long Island underwear sellers, and Manhattanite emissaries are spit out daily. The Pines has been fighting for the honorary title of first American gay city along with John Waters’s favourite, Provincetown in Massachusetts, and Fort Lauderdale, Larry Clark’s Floridian madeleine de Proust. But unlike its two rivals, Fire Island is a car-free, priapic Eden gridded with thousand dollar-a-night furtive beach houses.”