Man I have not had ANY motivation to blog lately...Sorry for the delay.
A couple of years ago (or maybe it was last Halloween, no I think it was two years ago...) Eric and I drove up to Toronto to spend the night in Boy's Town (or the Gay Village, or the Church St. District). The gays (that's my term of endearment for them) always have the best costumes ever. I wasn't disappointed in the finds on this trip.
We got dressed up (I wore my Star Trek dress and Eric wore hospital scrubs and a lab coat) and we melded into the throngs of people who took over the shut down street, dressed in their Hallowed best. I am a huge people watcher and gay lover so aside from the sheer numbers that would be roaming the streets I was totally looking forward to this night. Within moments of turning onto Church St., Eric was surrounded by dudes dressed as girls who were harbouring for his affections and photo opportunities and I was critiqued and called a bitch because my Star Trek uniform looked better on me than the gay boy's looked on him. I think it was a backhanded compliment....I think. We ogled all the amazing costumes, impressed with the amount of effort these guys (and some gals) put into their outfits. We saw the Queen of England, Count Chocula, Frankenberry, the Lucky Charms Leprechaun, and Cap'n Crunch, we saw the Flintstone gang including their foot powered car, we saw Converse running shoes (like for real life size), we saw a buttload (no pun intended) of drag queens, and we saw shit we just plain didn't understand. At one point we saw two big, fat 'cheerleaders' who were cordial and lovely enough to allow us to take our picture with them, until they weren't. As they walked away they pondered to themselves how she (yup me) was able to snag a hot specimen like him (they meant Eric), in disgust. I could hear them still though. *Where's my sad face emoticon? I just want to love the gays so much, why the hate?
But then I was cheered up by these fine pieces of ass. My favourite boys of the night, hands down. My "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" friends. They loved me (or at least they did a much better job faking it for me). We decided a picture was in order and it was their idea to lift our skirts. We had so much fun with them and spending the Halloween festivities in Boys Town. I can't wait for the opportunity to do it again soon!