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I live in downtown Toronto, and if you are at all familiar with the "Queen St West" area, I look pretty typical. Even if you're not, every large urban centre has a neighbourhood like it. I have purple hair, a few facial peircings, a James Dean posture. It's a uniform, just like anybody else's -- I'm not so dumb that I don't know that I'm wearing a uniform -- but it's one I like and it suits me. For the area where I live and spend most of my time I don't particularily stand out. The thing of it is, by necessity I can't live my entire life in this neighbourhood, nor would I want to. My job is out in the 'burbs where the strip mall rules and the freaks are pretty sparse. (And are hunted like rabbits.) My mother also lives in a nice residential suburb of Toronto. So I go to these places and I see these people staring at me in the street and a for split second I can't figure out what the hell they are looking at with their mouths hanging open like that. My sister had a roommate years ago who was from Sault Ste Marie. Every once in a while she would suddenly point and yell, "Oh my GOD, look at that!" "Where, where?" we would say, "You mean behind the guy with the green mohawk?"
Last Updated November 27, 2000. Back to stuff Back to my home page
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