In which I share the true story of my week-long jaunt to Manchester, UK for Pride, wherein I drink my face off, amongst other adventures.
“Istanbul’s only lesbian bar is on the fifth floor of an apartment building… Its entrance was marked with pictures of Victoria’s Secret models in angel wings.”
“In Dubai, alcohol is only permitted in tourist areas such as hotel restaurants and bars, and therefore we we were motivated to do a significant amount of hotel-hopping.”
“Prior to this trip my knowledge of the Mediterranean was limited to antipasto and the Santorini location shots featured in The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.”
The incredibly true story of my first two months in Kampala, Uganda, where I really can’t tell anyone that I’m gay.
Taylor and Kelsey’s whirlwind tour through Texas, replete with kittens, a delightful sex-worker named Rooster and the ballad of the naked woman with oars (who got away).
In the latest installment of your favorite cross-country road trip journal following people named Kelsey and Taylor, Kelsey and Taylor finally make it to New Orleans. But will they ever leave? Or are they just publishing this from a bungalow deep in the Mississippi delta, weeks later?
Kelsey and Taylor fast forward their journey a little, because the first part was boring and full of learning. On the way to New Orleans they learn how to eat, pray, love and remain conscious. Here’s a collection of their pearls of road trip wisdom.
Kelsey and Taylor move to San Francisco Part I. A southern road-warrior excursion with two little dykes in a Mazda and nothin’ but highway ahead of them.
“I wanted to stay there forever and start from scratch. I wanted us to go back and live like these people did because it was just so much cooler. Everyone around me was shifting — people got a little quieter, some slowly broke from their group to sit on the hill, and some people walked to the center of the field and just stood motionless. I think it also helped that a few hundred feet away stood Mount Olympus. You guys, History!!
“The plan was simple: get to Germany, soak up the city for the first evening, see as much of Berlin as possible the next day before attending brilliant Metric show, seduce Emily Haines, stay up all night in the city that never sleeps and fly back to Nantes at 7 A.M.”