Half the joy in visiting queer beaches is the journey – for me, anyway. It can be arduous: you might take two trains to a bus to a ferry in New York, then suddenly, you’re dipping your toes in Fire Island's sands, the trek already forgotten. Or you might hike across a bluff, tiptoe down a breakneck staircase and find yourself on San Francisco's Baker Beach, saluting the Golden Gate Bridge in your birthday suit. Some destinations are much easier to access.