I romped as a visitor on Maui, I too partook of the forest's delights.
Adventure runs reckless through veins on vacation.
Gay men from far corners let fly their inhibitions, as mandatory in some quarters as snorkeling or bodysurfing in crystal blue waters, whale watching or making the waterfall-riven drive to Hana. Surely small-island locals must exercise more discretion than tourists who will never see their fellow bushwhackers again. Then, as always, it begins with a beachside seduction. Loitering eye contact over the top of designer shades. Nonchalant poses and gestures six towels away that just happen to flatter his best features.