Break the Illusion Blog by Davey Wavey

It feels like the build up to Christmas – and ironically, it’s the only thing gayer. The air is thick with anticipation, testosterone and cheap cologne.

This weekend is, of course, Toronto’s pride. The gay pride parade is this Sunday.

And each day, the city gets a little bit gayer. On a scale of 1 to 10, the current level of gayness is about a 28.3. That’s like a fanny pack containing a butt plug and Streisand tickets. In fact, I don’t know how things could get any gayer. But no doubt, they will.

Three-story tall rainbow flags wave from buildings, streamers and decorations hang in doorways and from windows. Drag queens in 8-inch heels are more common than squirrels. And the unrelenting sounds of disco beats play in the background. I’ve never experienced anything like this.

While it’s a time to celebrate our achievements as a movement, it also seems like a time to celebrate the flesh. I’ve never seen so much skin! It makes my youtube channel look like child’s play. The amount of cruising and eye-f*****g is unbelievable. If there was such a thing, these streets would be covered in eye-semen.

In all honesty, it’s with great curiosity and a little terror that I’m experiencing this Pride. While I consider myself quite hard to rattle, I’m a bit shaken by the unfolding scene, over-the-topness and penetrating stares. And I think that’s a good thing. It’s a lot easier to grow when you’re outside of your comfort zone.

Will I die of over-exposure to gayness? Will God smite Toronto à la Sodom and Gomorrah? Will there be enough cheap cologne to go around? Stay tuned to find out!

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