Toronto pride pics: Through my eyes…
Why must the gays march in the street to proclaim their sexuality? Because we want to be in your face, obviously.
In a world that continues to discriminate, prosecute, verbally abuse, phycially bash, arrest and kill homosexuals (thanks, Iran!) there has to be a strong message that we stand united to fight the evils in the world. Especially underwear.
These guys, geesh. What is your grandpa doing running the streets naked — again?!? Showing the world what a hot old bitch he is, bacially. Hey, I think I recognize that guy from the clothing-optional beach!
In order to take these cramazing photos I had to stand on a window ledge. It was very small and I had to balance on my heels, which hurt. So much foot pain, but there was the slightest bit of shade there too; once I got in position I wasn’t about to get down off that perch. I was a little gay birdie!
Sean and I hug it out on the dance floor. In some countries, this much physical contact between two men is illegal. IN YOUR FACE!
Here’s a rando pic of people walking around the gay village. If you look closely you can see my favorite new type of gay: The sexy caveman.
Enhance. These dudes are not bears or leather daddies, they’re regular homos — WITH BODY AND FACIAL HAIR. Living in Los Angeles has obviously fucked with me, because I’m convinced this breed of gay boy is Canada specific. We just don’t have sexy cavemen in the States.
We do, however, have slutty go-go boys. Canadians, sort of like us! What I really enjoyed about TO pride was that most of the business had their own pride display going on. Some storefronts were giving away waters or fans, while others put their wares on display in homoerotic fashion. At other pride festivals I’ve been to, they’re either held in an area away from local business (not smart) or the shop simply opens their doors like any other day with a flag display in the window.
The second type of homo not in LA — the gay guido. I’d bone. This isn’t a look I go for, but if I expect my man to deal with my questionable fashions then I really can’t say shit.
Growing up in a small town as I did, seeing a crowd of gays this large is still pretty awe inspiring. As an individual, I had to stand up for myself and often felt intimidated by the straight society that surrounded and looked down upon me. In a group this size, nothing is off limits and everybody can just get down with their gay self. Go gays! The moral of this story in full color digital is simple (yet so hard to do): Be proud to be yourself. LIVE OUT LOUD
Out of all the dudes in all the stages of undress I saw that day, our waiter dressed as a sexy navel-baring clown for no reason was my favorite. Who cares if it makes sense or not, this guy is serving it his way.
More TO pics: Drinking on a clothing optional beach
