Sunday, June 30, 2013



Dear Readers,

If you are a Heterosexual Male or Female and live say- in Orillia, you live each day in a “straight” world where you know who you are and what you can do- and to whom.
Legally of course.

You can do things that “straight” people expect you to do since you are a heterosexual.
Simple stuff like:
Hold hands in public.
Kiss in public.
Throw your arms around your heterosexual partner no matter where you may be and
call him or her “Hunnie”.

You see, you can do these things because you live a “straight” life 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Year after year. Decade after decade.
Now Dear Readers take the case of my husband Tom and me.
We also live in your “straight” world here in Orillia, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year etc. Yet here in the Sunshine City, we can’t hold hands while we walk down Mississaga Street. We can’t kiss, show affection or walk with our arms around each other.
Well, lawfully we could.
I know that. We wouldn’t be breaking any laws.
It’s just that we would set ourselves up for public ridicule.
Some people- assholes mostly, would shout “faggot” from car windows as we walked along the street.
People would stare.
Smirk. Giggle.
Maybe- laugh.
Do a “double-take”.
Perhaps some religious types with the Bible shoved up their most reverend asses would shake their heads in disgust. They might turn around and look back at us hoping we could see the “straight” life. 

Not in a fucking month of Sundays!

Premier Wynne and Tom before the Pride March

So, Dear Readers, for 8 hours on Sunday June 30th my Husband and I went to Pride in Toronto. We had lunch and then we walked in the Pride Parade in the Liberal contingent lead by Ontario Premier Kathleen Wynne, her wife Jane and Justin Trudeau- yes that Trudeau, leader of the federal Liberals.
We have pictures and memories of passing some time with both of them before we marched along Bloor and Yonge Streets. 

There was never a Conservative in sight- including Rob Ford (not that we care) except for one man on the sidelines who yelled “Down with Liberals”- or something like that.
So, that’s why we go to Pride each year.
We cherish the 8 hours we get to “live” in a Gay World before the balloon bursts and we head home to live our Gay/Straight lives once more.