Dyke March

I was in the Dyke March

Clearly I am not a lesbian. But when the opportunity to participate in the Toronto Dyke March was presented to Lisa and me this afternoon, we couldn’t resist. We were each handed a vagina, told to hold it high in the air and chant the following:

My hole has lots of surprises
Dykes come in all shapes and sizes
We are the holey army
We’re here, we’re holes, we’re fabulous please fuck with us

It brought tears to my eyes. Making our way from Church and Bloor we walked South on Yonge to Carlton and then west to Jarvis. After that the march was over, and we returned our holes more confident than ever. This weekend is very important to the gay community because it’s the only time we can be free to be open, and share our experiences with other gay people.

Sure being gay is not the taboo it once was, but we still have farther to go in terms of awareness and acceptance. Many gay couples don’t hold hands in public because they fear being physically attacked. Think about how easy it is for straight couples to demonstrate affection in public; it should be just as tolerated for gays.

Our children should be free to attend school without being bullied because of who they are. I’ve always maintained that homophobia is a form of misogyny: the fear of the vagina and anything feminine. It has to stop, and one day it will.

Lisa and me holding our vaginas

Lisa marched with me

Participants lied down to remember gays who have been murdered

Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble

Holding hands, the only week it’s safe for gays to do so

Lesbians and bikes. Loves it!

We’re here, we’re queer, get used to it!

I’m a celebrity!