Tonight, in All Hallow's Eve tradition, Church Street will be blocked off from 5pm to 11pm, Alexander to Wellesley so that aspiring and professional Drag Queens can drag. The blocked traffic usually runs later because the tourists that come to view the aforementioned drag queens inevitably keep it closed until the bars let out. Church Street fills up with the best outfits ranging from clever (The Sock Monkey/Sea Monkey couple always amaze me with... [continue]

This weekend is Northbound Leather's tenth annual Decadance Fashion Show and Play Party at the Docks. Being the number one leather/rubber/pvc clothier in Canada, NBL never fails to put on a sexy show of fetish fantasy wear and is continually gaining notoriety within the fashion community. After the show, DJ Matt C and Jim LaMort will be playing while straights, queers and all that lie in-between dance and play. Play? Decadance supplies a play area... [continue]

This Torontoist was walking down Church Street and passed by The Stag Shoppe, the gay village's latest sex paraphernalia shoppe. Outside, huddled in the corner of the doorway is Bob, a husband of an old co-worker back from our bar-working days. He's all of 5 foot nuthin', 100lbs wet with overgrown My Name is Earl facial hair styling. If you passed him on the street, you'd think him a pocket biker, not someone who sells... [continue]

Hey there George Stroupo... George Stoppogrop... George Stroumboulopoulos (lordy, there's a candidate for taking your partner's name in marriage), in shocking us with your return to the Ceeb, you also proudly imply that you took out your nose ring and forced the damn thing through your... uh... Little George. What, The L.A. producers didn't think you were edgy enough? We here at Torontoist feel that getting your body modification was most likely paid for by... [continue]

The Pet Shop Boys (Yes they're still around. They never left, actually) come to the Hummingbird Centre tonight, 8pm (some seats still available), bringing their campy, more politically-charged pop tunes to the colonies (who knew I'm With Stupid was about Tony Blair's love affair with GW Bush?). Judging by the various bootleg Youtube cell phone videos out there, the show is more militaristic and yet not as over the top as their "Very" tour. Neil... [continue]

Those new Toronto Star "Why" ads are the best "slice-o-life-in-Toronto" Torontoists has seen in a while. A gay couple, the ugly art across the street from the Star's own offices, rowdy soccer fans, sick beaches (or is that "beach"?) and a muzzled pit bull! Damn, they even have a shot of the slowly disappearing Regent Park in it! How summer of '06 topical! But the best shot is the last shot: Poor Siu Ta,... [continue]

Even though tomorrow is World Car Free Day, Torontoist wants to warn those TTC virgins that sometimes the Better Way is not always the Better Smelling Way. Gawker just released a NYC Transit - Google map mash up of what each station smells like for their glorious Gotham. We suspect that if this kind of map were to be created for Toronto, the TTC would send out legal notices like it did poor local blogger... [continue]

...They want you. They want you as a new recruit! Anyone who's seen Pride parade in the last ten years have seen the Righteously Outrageous Twirling Corps, Toronto's gay and lesbian colour guard. Since 1994, they've wowed crowds from Montreal to St Catherines with their camp and flashy routines at straight and gay functions alike (Montreal/Toronto Pride, Oshawa Santa Clause parade, Welland Rose parade). This Torontoist remembers the roar of the mob when the group... [continue]

Carlton and Parliament, 10:15pm, Thursday night. A stunned raccoon won't leave the streetcar tracks after getting clipped by a speeding car. A couple of frat boys exit the cab that won't pass the streetcar to see if they can get things moving and stop suddenly when someone mentions "rabies". Eventually the man with bike pushes the poor critter off the tracks as cars honk their impatience.... [continue]

When comedian Richard Ryder ("Dick!" he loudly tells his audience) gets on stage to do a set, he does so with a commanding presence: tall, bald, goatee, eyes like lasers. He’s looks like a biker ready to take down the bar. Until he opens his mouth. When he speaks, Richard speeds through whatever comes out of his head in a voice that makes fag hags stand up and take notice. He's the guy your... [continue]

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