San Bisque Island
Ferry Station & Las Playas Del Rios Hotel
September 1, 20—
6:27 P.M.
I was not the type of gay man to carry a murse at my side. Therefore, I ended up empty-handed during my exit from the two-tiered waterbus that had docked on San Bisque Island. I wore a Mariners ball cap, sunglasses, khaki shorts, leather sandals, and a white cotton shirt that was freshly pressed and exposed my elongated neck. The evening’s ferry ride from Turtle Bay Reef was forty minutes long and relaxing. The massive boat, with its tinted windows, bobbed up and down as it sped across the Gulf’s blue-green surface.
On land, I admired the postcard-perfect tranquility of the island: swaying palms overhead, yellow-orange sun falling into a slumberous sleep, white sandy beach to my left and right, mini
