A few weeks ago, I traveled to Puerto Vallarta in the state of Jalisco, Mexico, for a site visit in planning the Society for the Scientific Study of Sexuality's (SSSS - or quad S for the unitiated) Annual Conference. Having never been to Mexico other than to the border towns of Juarez and Matamoros, I was excited for the new experience, particularly in a city that has a strong reputation for being gay-friendly, having large numbers of hotels, restaurants, and bars that cater to gays, and plenty of beautiful beaches for soaking up sun and margaritas.  Oh yeah, and to spend some time working with my colleagues to create an unforgettable program for this year's conference.

I love the feeling, especially when flying from a cooler clime to a warmer one, of stepping off the plane and feeling the heat in the jet bridge, and when deplaning my Alaskan Airline flight from San Francisco I was not disappointed by the feeling of moist warmth that provided a hint at how hot it would feel to step out of the airport into tropical heat of Puerto Vallarta.  I quickly made my way through immigration and customs, stopping to have my temperature taken by some type of thermal camera (ensuring that I didn't have swine flu) and proceeded into a hallway of uniformed people asking me to step up to the counter.  I had been warned...