It's that time of year. Holiday parties at work. Trips to see the family and places you may have fled long ago. Loud, cheesy music.
Not an easy time for anyone. And worse still if you're queer. So many decisions! Do you take the third of your polyamorous triad to your work party? How do you introduce your other half to your great aunt? Friend? Good Friend?Partner (tennis? venture capital?)? Do you keep or remove the facial piercing for Christmas Eve mass?
I have no great answers to the responding to the hyper-conformity of holiday glee. But I do have solutions - run away to your favorite getaway. I'll be in the mountains playing in the snow. And the Big Island is always a nice reprieve if you've got the cash.