I remember my first time in Miami vividly. Driving across the bridge to South Beach, the sun-soaked views of the island city and its bay were breathtaking. On this, my second trip to the city, I was just as captivated as before. Something about it just feels like home. The dream home you move into after marrying a wealthy plastic surgeon, that is.
I am in town for Winter Festival, an annual celebration that sees 10,000 Speedo-clad gay men descend on Miami Beach. How unfortunate for me…