The Daily Beast
From Fire Island to Palm Springs, Hope for a Great Gay Summer of ’21—But ‘Hope Doesn’t Pay the Bills’
Tibrina Hobson/GettyA calendar full of fun and reservations, every weekend packed with generation-long traditions and new experiences. Making your way through a club packed with people, the fact you’re rubbing up against someone’s sweat barely registering while in a state of bacchanalian euphoria. Snaking lines outside of restaurants, bars, and parties with excited revelers while Ubers and Lyfts pull up as if it were the gay Academy Awards. A season when your only concern is if you can even afford it all and if you can’t, there’s always another zero interest credit card you can apply for.The queer summer of 2020 should have been an extended state of steam-blowing, relaxation and personal evolution: another season full of faded hand-stamps, empty bottles of Espolon, and thirsty Instagram shots surrounded by friends, acquaintances and strangers. Instead, as Andrew Kirtzman, the owner of the Madison Fire Island Pines, put it: “It was the strangest…
