Father Tony

Two beautiful, wonderful women of Provincetown

Filed By Father Tony | September 17, 2008 4:00 PM | comments

Filed in: Entertainment, Living
Tags: lesbian friends, old friends, Provincetown, special people

When I first started writing stories, I would print out a section of something and trot across the dirt road from our house in Provincetown to Kelly's house where I would toss a few folded pages onto the driver's seat of her car. I don't know why I singled her out for the responsibility of being the taster who tells you if you've added too much salt to, or have undercooked something, but I did.

Kelly-and-Luanne.jpgMaybe I trusted her judgment. Maybe the sound of her glorious laughter from the far side of the high hedge always made me want to know what she had just heard. Made me put down the spade, leave my garden, and cross the road to her. Maybe it was the far away places in her clear blue eyes that seemed to hold open old photo albums, and to sit on the porch beside her was to be invited to slowly turn the pages of those albums and to find myself among the ghosts of a family we have all known too well and a home we have all shared and never left.

She seemed to have had the nonsense burned out of her by whatever previous life had tossed her up onto these shores. I think we had that in common. She wasn't a goofy sitcom neighbor. She was simply wise and kind and fascinated with everything and everyone around her. And the thing that I do not understand is the fact that I always wanted to be sharper, funnier and more dazzling when I was with her, even though she was never judgmental or pontifical or demanding. It was just so much fun to delight her.

In those days, Luanne, her partner, was still living mostly In New Jersey where she had a career and two kids to raise. Having successfully discharged those responsibilities, she is now in Provincetown year round. They make a gorgeous couple, and to see them again after an absence of several years is grand. (Kelly is on the left in the above photo.)

Jack-of-Nine-Tales.jpgKelly has written a book called Jack of Nine Tales. It is about her cat, Jack. I who am not at all a "cat person" love this cat. Jack would frequently saunter into my garden and leap up onto my shoulder to watch me grill a piece of salmon. Other times, he'd come over while I would have a book in my hand. He would collapse on the sunny stones of the patio next to my chair and stretch himself out with all paws in the air, as if to say, "I am bored. You got new?"

Jack had charm and I often found myself talking to him, I am sorry to have to admit. I'd ask him where he had been and for details about what everyone else was doing. When I opened the sliders, he was in the house in a flash, and I knew that he was familiar with the interior of every other house in the vicinity and that it was probably a good thing that he could not talk.

Jack is still living with Kelly and Luanne. In addition to his book, there are "Jack" stuffed animals and a line of "Jack" accessories.

Some folks are fond of talking about the differences among LGBT people. About the differences between the gay men and lesbians who live in Provincetown. About who has control of the town today. About how the lesbians kept the place alive during the earliest years of the AIDS epidemic. About how the east end is for them and the west end is for us. These two beautiful, wonderful women prove that this is worthless chatter, and more than the sky and the sea and the wealth, Kelly and Luanne and Jack are what this town is all about, and why I still miss it.

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One of the things that stands out to me the most about running the blog with so many queer contributors is that I really want to visit Provincetown. It always looks so beautiful.

there are fabulous characters, gay and straight, in provincetown.

a visit, though, never puts you in touch with them. you have to be there, season after season, before you get the real feel.

Robert Ganshorn Robert Ganshorn | September 18, 2008 10:36 AM

Sara, I think you should become Bil's tour guide. He'll be right over. A closer alternative I could recommend is Saugatuck Michigan which also has a neat hometown feel placed on Lake Michigan at a beautiful small bay.