What a great weekend I had at Toronto Pride. Though lacking in sleep and limits on alcohol consumption Friday night I thoroughly enjoyed the weekend’s festivities.
It was a great time of hanging with friends, the Drapers and feeling very comfortable in my skin. Last year was the first time that I first officially felt right saying that I’m bisexual. I’ve grown more and more confident with it overtime and can admit that, if I were single, I could imagine myself in a long term relationship with another girl. It would have to be open though. I really just love men and their naughty bits too much to give up completely.
“Be proud of who you are!” is something I heard a few people yelling exuberantly as they ran by during the Parade on Sunday. And I am proud. I’m proud to be a bisexual, (yes I’ll finally give in and say that I’m) poly woman. Walking down the street with Steph and Don beside me, enjoying the beauty of all the people on the streets from straights to gays to trannies and everything in between, felt great and I couldn’t have been happier.
Happy Pride everyone.
