musings on acceptance
The walk along the coast from Yaletown to Stanley Park was lovely. Around every corner was another man more beautiful than the last. The closer I got to the park, the beauty factor jumped exponentially and I was happy to see it.
I wandered around the island most of the afternoon, ducking in and out of the sun, and in and out of the trees as I covered most of the island in about 3 hours.
I swear Vancouver is the gayest city I’ve ever been to, and I’ve spent time in Amsterdam. I saw more male-male couples walking hand-in-hand throughout this city in displays of love and togetherness that give me hope. As an example of how gay friendly this place is, their immigration forms specifically state a family is anybody that lives in the same household. When I walked thru immigrations the agent took my paperwork and passport and asked me one single question. “What brings you to Canada?” For some reason, my response was “For gay pride.” She handed my forms and passport back and smiled brightly and said, have a great time and sent me on my way.
For the first time in my life I felt like I needn’t be afraid of a government. It was very nice