Toronto Pride
I went to Pride weekend in Toronto with a friend. It was wonderful and amazing.
It was also stunningly HOT!! Holy mackerel! That was crazy!
We watched the Dyke March and the Pride Parade; we went dancing outside; we went clubbing; we drank.
We played with our friends and stranger-friends - those people that you meet at Pride, just for the weekend, and hang out and make each other laugh and discuss how hot you are. *grin*
We stood in line to get into the GayManBar and started talking to the gay man in front of us. He wasn't with anyone, so obviously he was going to be looking for a date inside *grin*. He told us he was "42 - which is 150 in gay years". We told each other Helen Keller jokes, blonde jokes, I think there might have been a dead baby joke. There were people cutting across the line in front of us and behind us. We decided that they were crossing at the "hottest" part of the line - just so they could be near us. When my friend went to get a hotdog and people *still* cut in front of us AncientGayMan and I decided that WE were the hot ones. Delusion is a wonderful thing, my friends.
Inside the GayManBar, we met a sweet Taiwanese boy who very helpfully showed us where the lesbian bar was across the street. Then we very politely thanked him and went back to dancing where the music was better *grin*.
We drank beer and Red Bull and Vodka. Then we met up with our GayBoysForTheNight - a pair of best friends. We talked with them, laughed with them, smoked and drank with them and we danced. We danced a lot. And, might I say, they were good dancers.
The one icky part of the night was when my friend got pulled on to the dance floor by the one straight guy in the bar. I lost sight of her, but she had about 1 more minute before I went in search of her. Me and the GayBoysForTheNight were up out of our chairs to go get her. Fortunately for Straight?WhiteGuy, she showed back up at the table. Apparently he was extremely obnoxious and determined to "convert" her by the end of the night. She dealt with it, but I saw him a couple of times after that and gave him an evil glare. I mean, geeze guy! You're in a GAY bar!! Chances are good that most of the people there are going to be GAY! Ya think?
We slept little; we drank much; we got burnt; we got tired; we walked a lot; we got sore muscles.
But I had one of the best times of my life.
It was also stunningly HOT!! Holy mackerel! That was crazy!
We watched the Dyke March and the Pride Parade; we went dancing outside; we went clubbing; we drank.
We played with our friends and stranger-friends - those people that you meet at Pride, just for the weekend, and hang out and make each other laugh and discuss how hot you are. *grin*
We stood in line to get into the GayManBar and started talking to the gay man in front of us. He wasn't with anyone, so obviously he was going to be looking for a date inside *grin*. He told us he was "42 - which is 150 in gay years". We told each other Helen Keller jokes, blonde jokes, I think there might have been a dead baby joke. There were people cutting across the line in front of us and behind us. We decided that they were crossing at the "hottest" part of the line - just so they could be near us. When my friend went to get a hotdog and people *still* cut in front of us AncientGayMan and I decided that WE were the hot ones. Delusion is a wonderful thing, my friends.
Inside the GayManBar, we met a sweet Taiwanese boy who very helpfully showed us where the lesbian bar was across the street. Then we very politely thanked him and went back to dancing where the music was better *grin*.
We drank beer and Red Bull and Vodka. Then we met up with our GayBoysForTheNight - a pair of best friends. We talked with them, laughed with them, smoked and drank with them and we danced. We danced a lot. And, might I say, they were good dancers.
The one icky part of the night was when my friend got pulled on to the dance floor by the one straight guy in the bar. I lost sight of her, but she had about 1 more minute before I went in search of her. Me and the GayBoysForTheNight were up out of our chairs to go get her. Fortunately for Straight?WhiteGuy, she showed back up at the table. Apparently he was extremely obnoxious and determined to "convert" her by the end of the night. She dealt with it, but I saw him a couple of times after that and gave him an evil glare. I mean, geeze guy! You're in a GAY bar!! Chances are good that most of the people there are going to be GAY! Ya think?
We slept little; we drank much; we got burnt; we got tired; we walked a lot; we got sore muscles.
But I had one of the best times of my life.
posted by Blue Blankie at 6:35:00 PM
1 Comments:
*grins* ... awesome! ... it's about damn time you got out there, missie ... glad it was a positive experience, as all pride should be
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