Update from the Cape

First of all, I want to highly recommend spending as much of pregnancy as possible in the water. When at home, I do this by frequenting my gym, which has a lovely outdoor pool. I generally swim about a mile three or four times a week, and then laze around on a noodle in the shallow section, with the senior citizens who are all there for the Aqua Arthritis class. Here on beautiful Cape Cod, I have the pleasure of swimming and noodling (oh yes, I brought my own water noodle) in the ocean, and I have to tell you, it's pretty hard to beat.

What's also hard to beat is how nice it is to hang out on the beach at Herring Cove with all the gays in their various manifestations. Last year I had the pleasure of being here in Provincetown for Family Week. Unfortunately, this year Family Week coincided with my due date, so I'll be safely back home by then. However, even now, a few weeks early, the beach is dotted with queer families of all shapes and sizes. Gay dads. Pairs of lesbian moms. Butches with babies. Tranny couples and their kids. It almost makes me dizzy.

I'm not saying this is a queer communal utopia. It's not. Most of these parents are white. Most have achieved a reasonable level of economic privilege. The notion of diversity at play here is a narrow one.

And yet, I'm grateful for this week, grateful for this chance to be in a place where I am automatically read as a queer parent, and surrounded by people who get it. And of course, grateful always for a chance to float in P-town's lovely queer ocean.