The artist on this tale is Tom Bouden. He’s a Belgian (Flemish) cartoonist, best known in the English-speaking world for his albums (medium-length, large-format, hardcover graphic novels) Max and Sven, In Bed with David & Jonathan, Queerville, and Positive. At home he’s also known for “mainstream” comics, including the comics tie-in of the long-running sitcom Football Club “The Champions” and The Joyful Rascals series.

“The Dunes” in the title of this story refers to two landmarks of the west Michigan gay community (both in the twin towns of Saugatuck-Douglas): It’s the name of a world-famous gay resort hotel (which doesn’t figure into this tale) and it’s the private property just north of family-friendly Oval Beach (which does).

The existence of both comes as a surprise to many people, because the surrounding area is deep-red-Republican and rather puritanical. But these “artsy” conjoined towns have been a not-so-secret haven of gay acceptance for as long as I can remember. Nudity isn’t tolerated on the famed beaches of West Michigan… but away from the prying eyes of the local police on this private land, the rules are very different… but only in the dunes. On the beach the womyn might get away with going topless if they weren’t conspicuous. But if a single bare ass was observable from a passing boat, that was not allowed. And once you went into the water, you were under the jurisdiction of the state or city constabulary.

According to local folklore, L. Frank Baum vacationed in this area while he was writing the first Oz book, and there are aspects of Saugatuck-and-Douglas that almost seem like another world. But once you return to the real world, they won’t hesitate to remind you that you aren’t in Oz anymore, Toto.

In any good relationship, both people should be able to expand the horizons of the other. I was four years older than Jay, so I had plenty of opportunities to do that, though he still managed to expose me to new things and ideas. I won’t speculate about which of us corrupted the other more. :)

Shrinks have all kinds of ideas for why people get off on the things they do. They used to think that homosexuality was caused by how you were raised, Freud had his theories about oral and anal fixation, and don’t try to tell me that Tom of Finland didn’t pick up his fondness for muscular men in leather and uniforms from his exposure to Nazi officers during World War 2. As for why Jay – who before this was never all that kinky – would develop a thing for exhibitionism after this… draw your own conclusions.