A Gay Pilot Reflects on What Travel Means to Queer Folks

A Gay Pilot Reflects on What Travel Means to Queer Folks

A Gay Pilot Reflects on What Travel Means to Queer Folks As Pride is celebrated around the world, a traveler recalls the cities that helped shape his identity and dreams. “Bonjour,” says the barista as I reach the head of the line. I order a coffee and croissant, then take a moment to remind myself which country this cafe is in — a familiar quandary for long-haul pilots — and to confirm that the bank note I pull from my pocket is Canadian. Then I mangle a “merci” and step between the tables, each crowded with young tech workers speaking in euphonic blends of French and English, to a stool by the window overlooking the crowded street. I first came to Montreal in 1992, when I was 18. My boyfriend …
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