This is a wonderful short memoir, set in the 90's, about a girl and her gay dad visiting Fire Island

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https://www.newyorker.com/culture/personal-history/the-last-dance-with-my-dad

The Last Dance with My Dad

Before he died, of AIDS, we went on vacation.

By Emily Ziff Griffin
September 2, 2021

February, 1991. The first night on the ship, I wore a cobalt velvet jacket with a shawl collar, stonewashed jeans, and a necklace bearing three tiers of iridescent orbs, an unintentional nod to the disco ball that would cast the ballroom in a glittering glow. I was barely a teen-ager, and, from my view across the dining room, I appeared to be the sole female passenger on the cruise ship carrying several hundred gay men from Miami, Florida, to San Juan, Puerto Rico, over the course of seven days—and definitely the only kid. I was travelling with my father, who, less than eighteen months later, would die after a five-year battle with aids. But, for the moment, he was well—at least well enough to take his daughter on a Caribbean vacation.

And here's another link:

https://archive.ph/7xk7C