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You had to love a guy who had the balls, literally, to go fully regimental in a kilt while walking on his hands.
Welcome to the Vancouver Pride Parade, the happiest place on earth this sunny Sunday.
My father squinted at the underwearless, upside-down, dangly man keeping pace alongside the float ahead of us for Numbers’ Cabaret, a longtime popular gay club here in town. “How does he keep his balance?”
Hips shaking to the infectious disco groove pumping out of the float’s speakers, I tossed more rainbow-packaged condoms from my beribboned basket at the deliriously pumped-up crowds that lined both sides of Robson Street.
“That’s the question you want to ask?”
“Really, Dov,” my mom, Shana, chided.
One of the barely-clad boys gyrating on the slow-moving Numbers platform, all buff in t
