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My personal favorite is a place that visitors don’t get to as often and it really gives you a feel- ing of local gay life. The pupus (that’s what we call appetizers) are excellent and inexpensive, in the to range. Try the batter- dipped mini-sausages and the Spam musubi, which is a favorite local snack: it’s a block of rice topped with a slice of Spam and wrapped in seaweed. And, anyway, who wanted to ape heterosexual norms, really?It had been 20 years since my generation of closeted gay men and lesbians jumped on the liberation bandwagon and came out as loud and proud during the militant, feel-good ’70s.It was sad to say goodbye when gay men and women abandoned Honolulu, and it was appalling to listen to a Honolulu police officer actually tell a group of legislators that they’d have to kill him before he’d enforce a gay marriage law. In 1993, gay marriage was inconceivable to me and, I suspect, to most people.When my curious parents asked me about it, I told them that marriage was low on my list of gay-rights priorities—after all, 14 states still had laws prohibiting what we did in our bedrooms.The EDITION aesthetic remains, from the airy, seductive design of the on-property Morimoto restaurant to two smart- ly landscaped pool areas, the smaller of which is on a semi-secluded adult only deck with less than six inches of water at the deep end of the pool.
There’s mellow live music every night and the drinks and bites are really creative.
Right in Waikiki, I would recommend Rumfire (Sheraton Waikiki, 2255 Kalakua Ave. It’s one of the flashiest places on the island and attracts a stylish crowd from all over the world.
Inside, it’s got a very sleek Las Vegas kind of vibe, which is unusual for Hawaii, and the outdoor area has spectacular views of Diamond Head and the beach.
It was this simple logic that thundered across the oceans and cracked open the worldwide debate about gay marriage.
, for one, was not surprised by the Hawaii court’s decision.Then, in 1981, while I was living in New York, a few of us suddenly got pneumonia and diarrhea and horribly thin and covered with skin lesions until we looked like unspeakable ghosts, and then we died. My staid parents were relieved that, since their gay son didn’t want marriage, their being opposed to it—as they were reflexively—was all right, and in Honolulu in 1993 everyone needed a position.