So different, we are all the same

A few years ago, in 2005 we took a family holiday on the East Coast of the States. The Lawyer was 15 and the Vet 12. We had just seen National Treasure, a movie with Nicholas Cage romping through some US history in Washington, Philadelphia and New York. It felt sort of inevitable we should follow suit but I knew, it being August, the weather might well be rather overpowering so we planned to end up touring Cape Cod.


even the sky was sweating


We started in Sandwich and Hyannis Port and worked our way east. When I was booking I recall an ‘are you sure, it’s carnival’ when I said we wanted to spend a couple of nights in Provincetown. To me it was the place where the Pilgrim fathers landed, where the monument was erected and a well known artists colony from the early part of the 20th century. We didn’t have Wikipedia, at least not to the extent today and the British guide books mentioned it was ‘liberal’ without much more.

By the time I’d booked and paid I began to realise there was more to Provincetown or P’town as it’s known, than my feeble researching had uncovered. As regular readers will know I make a habit of mucking up vacations (my father memorably described one experience as ‘like joining Dickhead Tours’). I shrugged; it was too late, the money was spent and it was just a parade, a bit of fun with a few floats. Wasn’t it?

Some people did ask if I knew what the carnival was about. ‘Sure,’ I said. And one queried whether it was ‘right’ to take the children there. That convinced me. We were going. A few nice gay people waving at the crowd. It would be fine.

It was interesting, in the conservative (or is that republican) parts of Cape Cod, notably Sandwich, that there was no mention of P’town and carnival. Maybe that might have told me something. As a family we were intrigued and excited. What would it be like?

Well, we arrived late at night so did no more than check-in. It was that first morning that our eyes were opened. Ripped apart really. The first diner we stopped at for breakfast was hosting ‘drag queen bingo’ which appeared to be comprise a series of 250 pound tight ends dressed as Little Bo Peep comparing depilation strategies while singing Kylie songs. We moved on and found a delightful place, serving fantastic waffles. The place was full of these geeky men bearing sleek Macs and with a penchant for personalised leather lederhosen.

We were patently out of place, the only or maybe one of three of four family groups where the parents were of the opposite sex and certainly the only family from abroad (and not just out of state). The other 60,000 were very much enjoying an alternative life choice.

You know what? We had a Fabulous Time, darling. The Vet could see for herself that sometimes less is more when applying makeup (a useful lesson her mother had failed to communicate upto that point). The Lawyer was treated like royalty (though possibly that had something to do with the blond foppish hair) which suited his expanding ego and we, the Textiliste and I, were looked on as eccentric but rather wonderful for embracing all that was happening.

The parade itself – we were given both purple and green beads to show our hetero roots – was both outrageous and perfectly appropriate. It being pretty soon after 9/11, the New York Fire and Police Combined LBGT group, dressed in service hats, leather thongs and skimpy tops, received a huge cheer. They camped it up and the whole thing was as relaxed and easy going as anyone could imagine. Not tasteful as my parents might have understood it but brilliant.

At times the kids wondered, out loud, what they were seeing but everyone who was there oozed good humour and tolerance. There was a certain grace about it all which rubbed off on all of us.

As a lesson in accepting differences, taking people at face value and being non judgemental, it couldn’t be bettered. It’s good to remember that feeling when one fears that levels of intolerance are building and no one seems to be able to stop them. Labelling someone dehumanises them. Truly we are all different, all a curious mix of contradictions and common faults. If we are all different then either we must tolerate everyone or no one. I know which way I intend to go and I thank the good people of P’Town and their 55,000 that hot summer visitors for reminding me and showing my kids this very vital lesson.


About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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18 Responses to So different, we are all the same

  1. rtpanday says:

    Damn wish I’d been there for this family holiday!

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  2. Amber says:

    That was a great story with an even better message at the end.
    I loved the make-up lesson that your daughter learned! The world is full if wonderful people, albeit full of different ways. It would be nice if everyone realized that different does not have to be bad.

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  3. somemaid says:

    What a wonderful story, I too wish I’d been there. Might plan a trip to Provincetown one year. Most of all though I loved your ending. I hate labels on people, they allow the person under the label to be forgotten and ignored. You put it much better than I but I agree with you.

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  4. Charli Mills says:

    That’s about the best American experience you could have had! 🙂

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  5. Norah says:

    This is so funny Geoff. “Dickhead Tours” indeed! As the others have said, your message at the end is powerful. How wonderful that you and your family stayed and joined in the fun! Sometimes the biggest joy is where you least expect it.

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  6. willowdot21 says:

    I have said this before and will say it again your Dad is too harsh about your holiday planning! N

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  7. willowdot21 says:

    I have said this before and will say it again your Dad is too harsh about your holiday planning! Now if your tribe plus your Dad joined our tribe plus mother in law he would consider you a travel guro in comparison! … By the way i have have visited Sandwich and Hyannis Port and Provincetown with my sister some 10yrs ago… we obviously went at the wrong time of the social calander! 🙂

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  8. Cindi says:

    Great story and experience; the message at the end sums it all up perfectly. (And yes. Summers in DC are miserable. I miss the DC area, but do NOT miss that!)

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    • TanGental says:

      Thanks Cindi. The kids loved it despite the sweating and want to go back to really see all the sites we skated over in the three days we were there. One day…


  9. LOL! 😀 You were in my neck of the woods, so to speak, but I’ve never been to the Ptown carnival. Still, I can picture this. So clearly. I’m laughing so hard right now. I love this: “The Vet could see for herself that sometimes less is more when applying makeup…” Brilliant.

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    • TanGental says:

      It was great but you must do carnival! Boston was on another trip when my abiding memory is the underground road works. That and it was freezing… May was roaring in off the Atlantic. Another place to revisit.

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