Recently a cousin of mine moved to Toronto. He is someone I never really knew until I came out; I reached out to him via facebook in a hopes of having someone in the family to talk to. Little did I know that we would become such great friends and support to each other.
When he first talked of moving to Toronto, I was not surprised because he has the personal style that is light years ahead of our, at times, small minded city of Halifax. He begged me to go with him; take a year away from Nova Scotia and just experience life exploring a strange city. Of course I had to decline, because of my son, but I still allowed myself to dream of what it would be like to start over and be a stranger to everyone I met.
I promised I would visit him repeatedly and my first chance came in June. I messaged him and said I was watching flight prices and he suggested I come up for Toronto Pride. I didn`t hesitate. I checked dates and whether they would jive with my work load and within minutes of having management approval I booked my flight.
I will be leaving June 29th, for a right of passage a lot of gay folks want to experience: a pride that could never be duplicated in the small cities and rural areas of Canada. The first couple of nights I will spend with my sister, just visiting and maybe getting a little tipsy. Then on Canada Day I will meet up with my cousin to take in all the crazy that will be Toronto Pride 2011. I have no clue what I am in store for, but I know I`ve got stamina on the dance-floor; I have great tolerance for crowds and I can`t wait to be part of a community taking over one of the major cities of the world in celebration of just being ourselves.
Now if only I had had the self-discipline enough to work harder at the gym and avoid carbs. Ha!