We were greeted by a brief wand of a metal detector before a drag queen claimed our crumbled cash to enter. The front deck of The Dunes Resort was matronly and resolute; the veranda only slightly concealing what is beyond. Queer people scantily clad waded into the line; inside, the sweaty circuit extravaganza of gay hedonism awaited. The Dunes' website states it “is a welcoming haven where everyine is free to be their authentic self, regardless of who they are or who they love.” The mis...
