Dyke March, Toronto, summer 2005. I know it was wicked hot that whole weekend, and we were in the parade the day after as well (the main Pride parade on Sunday). I don't think I had appropriate summer clothes, and was making do with rolling up a tank top and a pair of self-made shorts.
It's always fun when you get to walk in the middle of the street, especially one like Yonge Street, probably the most well-known street in Toronto which marks (in a way) the heart of the downtown area. It doesn't even look like a street here, just a conduit for pedestrian movement.
It's always fun when you get to walk in the middle of the street, especially one like Yonge Street, probably the most well-known street in Toronto which marks (in a way) the heart of the downtown area. It doesn't even look like a street here, just a conduit for pedestrian movement.
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