
AIDS Memorial, Cawthra Park, Toronto
Picture if you can, me, young and innocent, like, in the truest sense of those words. I hadn’t been living here in Toronto for very long, but I had certainly made my way to one of the gay community’s more popular gay bars. It was called Chaps; these days it’s a Rabba Fine Foods over on Isabella Street.
On one particular sunny Saturday afternoon during these halcyon days I was at Chaps, and I’d brought Amanda, my oldest friend. It was such a first for both of us, being in a gay bar, that we almost felt sneaky, like we were getting away with something.
At the bar we were being served by the cutest bartender – I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Read the rest of this entry »