Yesterday I finally had a minute to go to the Toronto Women’s Bookstore on Harbord St. In all honesty, I’ve been dying to go for months, but I’ve just been so busy lazy. Anyways, enough with the self deprecating realization and more with the reaction explanation. I loved it. There were feminist, pro-gay bumper stickers, and the walls were literally coated in books by women, books for women, books about women, and even books attempting to deconstruct men (good luck.), and the long and short of it was that I was thoroughly impressed. However, I don’t think they were too impressed with me, I had been biking all over the city, taking the worst routes, most of which led uphill or into potholes, and I came in dripping in sweat. Hopefully someone found it sexy. Or in the very least, tolerable.
I ended up picking up my first ever edition of Curve, and a book on gender studies, and I felt pretty good about myself. I’ve been dying to pick up Curve, but, surprise surprise, most magazine stores don’t really carry it. I guess I’m not exactly the target audience of most conventional retailers. Actually, I’m starting to think that not only am I not the target audience, but I’m, even more so, the audience that they don’t want hanging around their stores. What’s with the lesbian hate?
In other news, I am blogging, yet again, from the airport waiting room. This time I’m waiting for my plane to come in for New York. Matthew and I are going to be at the Hudson until Tuesday, which means I may be missing a date or two this weekend (yikes!), but I’ll recover. I’m really excited for New York, the last time I was there I went with the hipper, and better off, members of of my student body. This time, we’ll be sure to be sipping lattes and people watching in the gaybourhood. How exciting! I’m really excited to take in all the local colour.
Speaking of local colour, I was at a tranny bar last night! It was my first time, and I actually liked it quite a bit. The bar’s called Play. And I’m not too sure if it’s just an all around tranny-friendly place, or it was simply tranny-performance night, but I have a soft spot for the trannies. And they have a soft spot for wind machines, apparently. There was a wind machine on the side of the stage where Matthew & I sat, and the performers just loved the wind machine so much that they ended up looking our way a whole lot, and I made “significant” eye-contact with 2/3rds of them. Love me some trannies.
(First posted: 24/07/08)
