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one summer night

Last night N and I took advantage of a beautiful Montreal evening and stepped out for a stroll in the plateau district of the city.

The area is dotted with bistros and restaurants and open air cafes. It was an extremely pleasant experience and even if we had originally planned to have a bite, neither of us was terribly hungry. We people watched and had a terrific time just taking in the sights and sounds of this beautiful city as it prepares for its festival schedule.

We ended up walking through the gay village which is an area I had not deliberately avoided in the past but had not sought out either.

Invariably there were a couple of drag queens along with the odd discreetly dressed TG person straddling the pedestrian reserved segment of St Catherine street. Of course the expectation that they would be present was there and yet the odd person did a brief double take upon taking notice.

It made me think how much my own thinking has changed regarding the LGBT community since I came to my own epiphany. I no longer discriminate against others since I stopped doing so against myself. People are who they are and we all want the very same things.

We want to love and be loved for who we are and as simple as this sounds it's often not realized without much life struggle.

I hope never to forget that nor stop appreciating how truly fortunate I am.

Beautiful St Denis street


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