A friend recently embarked on one of the "Gay Cruise Ship" voyages. To me it's a way of travelling in an insular bubble to foreign lands where you learn nothing of the people or region to which you are travelling. It's the traveller as gawker, pointing out from a safe distance, "oo, pretty". Me? I'd rather cruise the Seine at 4 in the morning, or have coffee with a stranger in Giza, or talk about the economics of being a drug dealer in Mexico City. It's about the adventure, not just the relaxation.
Then this news came out, and I was, like, oh, I guess that could make it okay.
("Noah's Gay Wedding Cruise" by Paul Richmond)