What's with the brimstone preachers that every time they get a microphone, a TV camera or a group of 3 ants at a picnic they use the worn out terms of gay mecca and sex destination to tell their tale of woe?
Of course Eureka Springs, Arkansas is a gay mecca. Always has been. You don't put a 7 story concrete boy in a dress on the hillside and then not expect other boys in dresses to move to mecca. Then add a couple of thousand rooms, B&B's, cabins, cottages, luxury suites all complete with lipstick red heart shaped Jacuzzis, dimmer switches, twin wine glasses and then holler when heart-a-pumping love struck lesbians show up in town. Sex destination? Yes. Hell yes.
And just as comical is the highway motels with that Fish symbol dripping off everything. They proudly announce «family owned» or «family friendly» and then act shocked when Adam and Steve and the triplets arrive or Mary and Ruth come dragging in with 3 boys under 10 and Grandpa, who has been an added appendage for several years now. Whew! A Family (translate - GLBT) owned motel with a friggin' pool and a first floor room.
Yes, Eureka has it all. Except one thing. Aside from the 3-4 scheduled Diversity Pride events that occur each year in which thousands of GLBT descend into our Victorian Village, the dating pool is pretty shallow. No. Shallow is too deep a term. Make it dating mirage. Being the love capitol of the South, most GLBT are coupled. Most long term loves.
So it's BYO B(oy) or G(irl) for the fantasy vacation here in Gay Mecca. Or come alone. Many who travel here or move here, do it solo. And that's just fine too. There are more than enough friends to keep you in invitations day after night. You won't be lonely and never excluded. Point being, Eureka isn't a cruise spot for the locals who live here nor for the single looking to score for just the weekend. Well, Ok Diversity Weekends might provide some cruisin in the theme of so many boys and girls, so little time.
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