countdown to christine’s mediterannean extravaganza part deux: T minus 1 day
belated photos from Toronto’s Gay Pride Parade from June:
my gay boyfriend Heath (not pictured) scored us a spot on the balcony above the starbucks at the corner of yonge and college. this is our whole faggot gang plus my odd-hetero self revelling in our awesome views and the kickass floats. fyi: that brown T-shirt reads: “sorry girls, i suck dick.” when i saw it, i realized, if the situation ever arose, i could wear the exact same shirt.
heath and i at the Duke of Gloucester pub afterward . . . we were instructed to look as if we’d just had sex.
[p.s. why does it look like i have no torso? stupid black shirt and shadows! i’m just a floating head and random appendage!]
i can orgasm just by touching heath’s beard, i tells ya.
we are the hottest.
tomorrow i will run with flip-flopped feet, in a 30-degree meltdown, with an emptied soul up to york university, hand in 3 copies of my FINISHED masters thesis to my department, and then fly away.
fly away little robin, fly fly away.
today, as jeannine and i walked around air conditioned tourist attractions, and ate foccaccia breads and warm waffles amongst our beloved torontonians, i realized i had written 230 pages in merely 6 months. how the fuck did i do it? we wondered aloud. even i had barely an answer.
2 months to endure/spend/experience/explore/waste in europe.
luxembourg city, luxembourg
krakow, poland (+ day trip to auschwitz-birkenau)
prague, czech republic
florence, italy (+ day trip to pisa)
paris, france (+ day trip to versailles)
then home via london
18 different cities. my priorities are senseless. i can’t afford a dentist, yet magically my airplane tickets are no big deal.
i’ve always been petrified of flying. pray to whatever god you believe in for me.
i’ll still update my blog whilst i’m gone. this intangible program is the object of my rapt affection.
“last night i dreamt i was in a tunnel. it was all red. then the tunnell broke in two.” – irréversible
le temps détruit tout.
ciao, my canadian munchkins