HAPPY PRIDE!

I usually miss the boat when it comes to civic festivals. And I don't feel very connected to the "gay community". But Pride is different for me. I actually get happy about it and although I know some of my friends are cynical and avoid it, I still find Pride Week to be beautiful. We are so lucky to live in a place where a homo celebration is a tradition that involves 1 million people, is sponsored by all levels of government and that the entire community has embraced. As I will demonstrate below, this makes me horny about life.

I love that I live in a city that I can comfortably kiss the Boyf in any part of the downtown and many parts of the suburbs. I love that homophobia is a social no-no now. I love that Pride has become an event for all Torontonians and that they look forward to it. I love that I can get hammered and run around kissing hundreds of men that are all happy and comfortable and safe and hot. I love that there are three Prides happening this year: on the east-side, in the west-end and downtown. I love that Pride has become a celebration because we have nothing serious to protest about domestically but I hate that there are places in the world where being a homo is still dangerous or difficult. But... again... I love that we have hundreds of thousands of people on the street showing the world that tolerance and equality is right and fun and that two faggots getting married does not change anything except their lives. I love living in a city where no hotel clerk bats an eyelash at two guys checking in for one bed. I love cheering for P-FLAG and seeing grannies at the parade with their lesbo granddaughters prancing around topless and pierced. And I love being queer and having no follow-up questions asked that require me to justify me existence. This city has come a long way since I was a teenager and it is likely the gayest city ever and I love it for that.

Toronto, sometimes I want to hump and french you.