Category Archives: Queer stuff

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The Earth Shakes From Approaching Hoards

Queer stuff, Toronto

Went for ice cream last night and stood in awe as the crowds started their swell into the village like blood into a sex organ. (eh. best metaphor I could muster after dinner and an ice cream)

Here’s Joe! He use to have the best blog on the internet. Sadly he got bored and left. The brightest stars burn …um… bright and fast… quick. ly.
Joe

A big row of Dyke’s Bykes.

Bless her large heart…

We’ll be at O’Greedy’s tomorrow night at 730pm for “It’s Thursday, Damn it!!” Drinks. All welcome! (No. No food.)

Pride Tips for Out of Towners

Queer stuff, Toronto

Hello tourists!

Thank you for taking an interest in coming to Toronto Pride – Unified! . It will be a great honour to have you visit our humble city!

Here, for your amusement, are a few tips you should consider while enjoying our little fete:

The Parade:

perchFirst of all, know that there are two: the Dyke March on Satuday and the Pride March on Sunday. Currently the Pride committee is petitioning humanity to create a new day, “Smunday”, to put the Bisexual, Transgendered, Transexual and People Who I Left Out Parade on that day (until further notice) – Happy Unity, Everyone!

If you’re not lucky enough to get a Yonge Street perch on one of the many store rooftops, then you should consider arriving at least 45 minutes to an hour before the parade starts. Bring lots of water. And elbow pads. Other non-homosexual tourists consider it their right to get to the parade route 5 minutes before it starts and shove their kids in front of you, after you’ve been waiting the hour. Be firm: you were there first and don’t need to be the “polite Canadian” at this point.

Don’t forget to hydrate. If you faint, you will lose your spot. Or fall into the arms of a date. Up to you. Waterguns, once a fashion must on the parade route, are on the way out. Unless the Conservative party decides to place clueless reps in the parade again this year.

Half way through the parade, the crowds lessen for some reason (“Hey the beer garden must be kind of empty right about now…”) and you can relax for the rest of the show.

The Street:

Afraid of crowds? Avoid at all costs the half block between Maitland and Alexander on Church Street on both Saturday and Sunday. Right in front of Woodys and the city owned parking lot converted into a beer garden, is a small strip of road that is un-supervised for crowd control. Yearly this strip of street providing access to north and south stages manages to clog hard with aimless gays, camera obsessed Asians and incomprehensible dick heads who insist on bringing strollers/bikes/carts into the fray. You can avoid it by using the back alleys just east and west of Church. Love crowds? Dive in! You’ll get into that particular beer garden at noon and will probably not be able to leave until Sunday 11pm. Or later. Or until they scoop the passed out drunks off you a la Soylent Green.

Beer Gardens:

Best bet for shopping/drinking/entertainment and not getting crushed would be the Wellesley Street Beer Garden. Mel C is headlining on Saturday and MADO is performing at 5pm on Sunday. Don’t discount the South Stage (by Maple Leaf Gardens) either – Kids on TV are there at 3pm. Expect “Drag Times” to set these people back a bit, but lately the organizers have been pretty punctual.

The laws governing the purchasing of beer at one of these events are as bizarre as the lesbian poetry performers you’ll be subjected to by the north stage. Purchase a ticket, take the ticket to the untrained, sweaty volunteer who is sick of seeing drunk people (I kid! I kid because I love) and they will hand you a plastic cup of lukewarm beer. So English! Best to buy the maximum 2 at a time to avoid lines. Beer gardens, despite the lines and crowds are always the best way to meet someone. The combination of beer, sun and dancing always manages to combine people in a fun way.

Bars:

MomsBe forewarned that every Pride has been marred in the past by the Ontario Licensing Board in the form of bizarre charges laid on bars that might or might not have violated laws like over crowding, over service or over fun. Lines will be long to get in as that every establishment is frightened of having these gestapo order everyone out of a bar for a headcount. It cuts into sales, you know. While air conditioned, I doubt you will find fun people. Bars usually hold the old regulars, phobic of crowds and meeting new people, like you would at beer gardens. Try to hit them all on Friday night and you have a satisfying cross section of them all.

Food:

Avoid at all costs eating in ANY restaurants on Church Street. O’Gradys will fuck you without lube and shove you out the door without a kiss. It’s pretty much like that for all the restaurants: set menu, price hikes, forced tip, small portions, get the fuck out of the way for the next guy. Best to eat off the street (Daybreak at Church and Carlton, Chew Chews at Carlton and Sherbourne, for cheap and cheerful) or just eat a smog dog – plenty of vendours down Wellesley or up by the 519 Community Centre. I repeat: DO NOT EAT AT ANY RESTAURANTS ON CHURCH.

Seriously.

Don’t.

I warned you.

Partying:

Don’t ask me. I don’t go out anymore. Go to the Beef Ball if you want leather/bear/overtly macho. Any other kind of gays you might be hunting can be found at all the other $75-$100 ticket events. Check out the over-the-top graphical posters on the street. All parties will provide sufficient amount of bump (!) and grind for your clubbing needs. Personally, I will be staying on the street, finding a perch and watching people go by. It’s the best way to see it all and save some money. But I’m old, judgemental and don’t drink.

Scoring

Enjoy!!Toronto gays and lesbians are some of the most attractive people in Toronto, yet are not the most open individuals out there. After a few drinks, sure, they’re as loose as Tila Tequila in a Turkish prison. But if you make eye contact and signal your intention that you’d like to sex up one of these elusive homosexuals, you might scare them off. See, most Torontonian homosexuals during Pride develop the “bus stop” syndrome. Meaning, in the throngs of tourists that come into the city, they might see you and might find you hot, but they’re waiting for the next one along who may be hotter than you. Know that Toronto gays and lesbians are still mired in their fear of sex, not like Montreal or New York. You need to go slow and steady. And have beer at the ready.

I hope you have a great time during Pride!

A Helping, Meaty Hand

Queer stuff

During all this snowfall frenzy we experienced last week, I was walking home in the slush, enjoying my music. At the corner of Carlton and Ontario I see a woman cresting high on a snowbank (CityTV told us the snow would be gone by noon!). She had just ascended the street side of a particularly high bank and was looking quite unsteady at the apex of the mound.

I only saw her rise up over the snowbank out of the corner of my eye. Instantly I think “I should help her!” and raise my hand to assist as I get within a few feet of her.

That’s when I noticed the wig.

And the muscular legs coming out of the skirt.

And the square jaw with the 5 o’clock shadow. Adams apple. Check.

I got her down, after stifling a cartoon double take, of course.

Eighth Annual Weblog Awards

Celebs and Media, Queer stuff, Tech

I’ve gone and done my duty and you should too. This year, I strictly stuck to my blogroll as that nominating anything outside it would be lying.

Here are my choices:

Best Application: WordPress
Best Canadian Blogs: Sharkboy, Studio YVR and BlamBlog
Best Food Weblog: Cheap Eats Toronto
Best Gossip: TMZ
Best Entertainment: TMZ
Best Weblog About Politics: Hairy Fish Nuts
Best Computers/Tech Blog: Gizmodo
Best GLBT Blog: If You Can Read My Mind, Sharkboy, AcidReflux
Most Humorous: Cute With Chris, I Can Has Cheezburger
Best Group: Torontoist
Best of the Year: Sharkboy (I hadda!)

Hurry! Nominations close Jan 11th!

Why I Love Sharkboy, Part the 34nd

Hobbies, Queer stuff

I’ve finished BioShock last week and have been patiently waiting for my next paycheque to purchase a new game for myself on the Xbox. Last night, I was cruising on the free demo section of Xbox Live Arcade and got to playing UNO.

Yeah. UNO. The Crazy Eight style card game.

I dunno why I fixated on it. In the demo mode, you play against three computer players (while the unlocked version has live players) and it had no discernible strategy. All I had to do was press A button a thousand times to win or lose. Mostly lose. I guess I was playing for a long time, I don’t recall. The game is so lame yet it sucked me in and made me play for about an hour.

Today I get an email at work from SharkBoy:

I got Orange Box for you. I couldn’t stand it watching you play UNO… on Xbox 360 Live… UNO… I had to get you something else.. I just had to

Every day is like Xmas with him!

Hey look, honey! I’m playing these games on a crappy 32″ TV! It’s not a flat screen! How lame is that?