I am quite sadly disposed to sea sickness, myself. A trip like that would be a roll of the dice for me. I might be fine or I might be so miserable I felt like dying. I just never know what might happen when I get out on a boat with any kind of swell at all.

I remember being out on Lake Huron with friends a few years ago. The first day of the trip I was completely fine, enjoying walleye fishing. The day after, in exactly the same 3-foot swells, I was so sick all I could do was lie down and do my best not to ruin everybody else’s fun.

And while it was mostly a family event, my business partner and I were entertaining work clients as well, which made everything more awkward.

And of course, being gay I worried that my ordinary human frailty would be perceived as a strike against my masculinity. Sigh.