The “daddies” soak up the young studs and open their hefty wallets to buy them cocktails (and on occasion, it’s rumored, their company, wink wink). The same social dynamic that has existed for centuries among wealthy older men and nubile young women plays out every weekend here, a vainglorious one-gender play. And those who don’t (typically men of, ahem, “a certain age”) have anchored their pockets with enough cash to spoil those who have - the young guys who, whether they blew their allowance on chia seeds or view their muscles as one giant bar investment, are pretty much broke. While everyone else spends winter hibernating with Ben & Jerry’s and Netflix, we spend it working the gym circuit with our trainers, getting creative with kale recipes and force-feeding our bodies protein so as to be pool-ready when we hit the doorstep on Memorial Day. RECALL, IF YOU WILL, Jersey Shore’s cringe-worthy, beach-tee-ubiquitous “GTL” (translation: “Gym, Tan, Laundry”) motto for Shore-goers. And if only for the afternoon, I’m now one of them. Which brings us back to the Pool, which is ground zero for heat-stricken gay men in Philadelphia and surrounding counties who lack access to a beach house. When a gay couple moves into the house next door, the neighborhood … shrugs.īut boys will be boys, and this will never change: At certain times, the tribe wants to cavort in its own playpen. We’ve come a long way in a relatively short period of time. They lead companies, run for office, pose with their partners in family portraits. Their vacations range far beyond Key West and Provincetown. They’re having weddings (and not Wiccan commitment ceremonies, but actual weddings, with orchestras and tuxedos and Chateaubriand), adopting kids, buying in the ’burbs and driving SUVs. Look, gays are assimilating at a faster pace than ever before. It’s like circle time at gay summer camp. 3, which is everyone else - a loose collection of sociable gays summoned to the water as if by gravitational pull, neon pool noodles pointing skyward. Clean dousing himself in oil and playing the starring role of flytrap for his many, many worshippers. 2 is comprised of the “beach readers,” who put down their novels and tip their sunglasses every so often to ogle an Adonis version of Mr. 1: a Speedo-clad brigade of 50-plusers (the older crowd here is, shall we say, European in this sense: There’s no body shame, even when there should be) in the outer circles of the 150 sprawling chaise lounges, minding their own business as they flip over like pancakes to tan their leathery rumps (one of which pokes through a jock strap). “Places like North Shore, they can get a little too ‘bro’ for my taste.”Īt a glance, the Pool’s dynamics this sunny afternoon can be outlined in Doppler waves. “If you’re in Philly and have your own transportation, it’s not long before friends start whispering in your ear about bringing a group to New Hope for an afternoon,” says 40-year-old Freddy Shelley, a writer and accountant from Drexel Hill who’s been going to New Hope since he was 21. But if you’re gay and not sipping mojitos at the Chelsea in Atlantic City or whiffing poppers in Rehoboth, you’re at the Pool - part of a combined gay bar/motel operation - basking in its glistening bawdiness. There are alternatives, of course: Lombard Swim Club (too exclusive), Overbrook Golf Club (too many kids), and North Shore Beach Club (too “douchey” - others’ word, not mine). When a gay man texts “I’m going to the pool,” it’s no mystery which one - it’s not his pool, or a pool, but the Pool. But it’s been a summertime staple for gay men from Philly, New York, New Jersey and parts of what is commonly called “Pennsyltucky” for decades - New Hope’s crown jewel when it comes to summer gay tourism. If you don’t know the Pool, it’s probably because you’re not gay, boozy or particularly randy, or preferably all three. His gaze quickly moves on to the next focus of his (easily diverted) attention: an olive-skinned, firm-chested man whose nipples, he boisterously marvels, are extraordinarily hard and pointy.
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