You see, when I think Gay Pride, I think hot guys on the street giving away random things that you probably don't think you care about but you take anyway because well, they're given to you by hot guys. :) And Montreal's Pride Saturday street fair didn't disappoint.
The day started off with a little email work and lunch at home.. after such a late Friday night, Saturday morning, it was noon before I rolled my ass out of bed. Still, with the two hours I had in the sex club and the four or so I got back at the boys' home, I nearly had a whole night's sleep. Go figure.
So eventually we strolled down to St. Catherine's to see what we could see and came up with pics and video from a variety of places. There were the Get Hardline guys (a gay chat line) and the Trojan guys who manned a booth but were also out patrolling with condoms) and there also was the Montreal Gay Men's Chorus singing:
Then there were the hot guys playing ping pong in the middle of the street outside the Priape shop (whose current catalog features Eduardo as cover model and photos of Colin Steele inside!) Kinda makes you want to take up table tennis, eh?
Down the street a little further, a gay aerobics class was doing a demo. I have to admit that I have the gay gene that allows me to love anything synchonized.. like swimming or country western line dancing.. so seeing a group of mostly men do their exercises to a good beat really sent me humming along (or was it the volunteer from the health organization who squirted me with water just minutes before flirting with me?).
Saturday afternoon gave way to a Saturday night hot dog grill party which eventually led to a night out dancing at Parking, one of the two big dance clubs in Montreal. I didn't know anyone and didn't know the DJ, I just knew I wanted to spend the night dancing my ass off and that's what I did.
Along the way I got chatted up by a half dozen guys, which is super flattering to the ego.
Later, wet from sweat and from drops of condensation from pipes over head (at least I hope that's all that was dripping out of those pipes! yuck!) and exhausted, the lot of us back out on the street wandered around, looking for love, sex or something else but what I think we thought we were looking for could be satisfied in a slice of delicious pizza from a corner shop, a place not unlike Spiritus in PTown for it's tractor beam like pull on all those craving something to replenish fluids and energy burned after hours of non stop dancing in a crowded club.
TO BE CONTINUED