When a city needs to celebrate Pride for an entire week (not a Saturday, not a weekend, A WEEK), you know you're in for A LOT.
In a single Saturday we saw thousands of lesbians, bisexual women, and their allies (straight women, transgendered people, gay men, everyone!) marching down Yonge Street, on their motorbikes, on their bicicles, half-naked, very aged, very young, very femme, very butch, kinky, syndicated... you get the picture: of all sorts and colours. This, along with the Trans March, is one of the two that still identify themselves as marches and not as parades, as still carrying a political message (as very well befits the politically active oriented Toronto lesbians). And flooding the streets with unabashedly proud dykes (mind you, the official name of the march was the Dyke March) was indeed quite the message.
Later on, the francophones of Toronto did their part to maintain a presence in this very un-French city, even managing to make it a super fun presence with a drag queen from Montreal: Barbada! I'm assuming you've all had the chance to see a good drag queen. But if you haven't, it's a must. And this one was absolument fantastique! And with a whole troupe to boot! And singing and joking en française, mes chers. C'était fun fun fun. Maybe somewhat banal, but fun.
And, as if that had not been enough, you know what else there was to do? Just walking around the EIGHT BLOCKS that have been pedestrianized just for this celebration, ogling gorgeous people, dancing at or by the numerous open air stages with live music, DJ's and performances, and simply partaking in what can only be called madness (a politely Canadian version, fortunately, but madness nonetheless!).
Happy next-to-last day of Pride!