Pride!

In celebration of Pride, I started the day with a kosher brunch and live klezmer music, and ended it with Bar-be-que Pork Ribs. I'm all about the diversity.
Saw the Pride Parade for the first time in years. It often falls on Canada Day weekend and for many years I went to Ottawa for that celebration. These were my only visits to Ottawa in recent memory and as a result I am certain that Ottawa consists of only a very few things: Irish pubs, Celtic bands, white people waving maple leaf flags, nuns, army boys, and me being very, very, very drunk.
Anyway, back to Pride. Parade went like this: big corporate float/promotion, big city/regional organization being supportive, small walking group of weirdos, big corporate float. Something I've got to say to one performer in a Copacabana outfit: If you want to dress like a woman, you really ought to wax like one too. Say it with me: Bra-zil-ian. I'm not being prejudiced, I just happen to like my homosexuals the way I like the rest of my world: clean, well-dressed and good looking.
It was a lot of fun, though. Full of good feelings, acceptance, and 905-er vicarious thrillseekers.
Highlight was the dude that invaded my personal space and then asked if he could take a picture with us (us being myself and Jenn).
Jenn: You want us to take your picture?
Dude: No, can I take a picture with you two?
Jenn: (big sweet smile) No.
Fucking tourist. Luckily we were rid of him when a naked man went by in the parade and the space-invader nearly shat himself in excitement, digital camera held high above his head, and ran off along the side of the parade snapping wobbly ass to his heart's content.
Actually, the highlight was the firetruck with the half-clad firemen pumping away on the back. Women are so predictable.