From Toronto, With love

It's been a long, long time but you know that. I meant to write to you, Daff. Honestly, and truly I did. But I've been so caught up in just doing things and exploring and running all over the place, poking my head into places they clearly don't belong. It's wondrous, this freedom of being able to enjoy a place. To set off after a day of work to look around town and stare unabashedly at people, buildings, seagulls- did you know the first person I saw when I moved into my rather sketchy neighbourhood was a transvestite! She was dressed quite nicely but her being tall and burly sorta gave it away. I was Delighted, and mum nearly had an aneurysm. And then we passed a bunch of homeless people lolling on the grass, shirtless and smelling of weed. We went into this seedy looking Popeye's for lunch and in stumbles this drunk redheaded lady, her dress falling off and her breasts spilling out of her cheap black bra. She came in and kicked at the bathroom door, swearing like anything at the counter-people, who'd locked it and kept insisting that they didn't have a bathroom. She tripped over close to me and I held my breath, a little terrified and a little excited. Then she stalked off calling em sons of bitches. After that we crossed a BDSM shop and a bunch of sex shops- God, Daff, it's the funniest thing. Our house is located on this intersection-Sherbourne and Dundas. So right next to our house is this shabby huge cafe called True Love Cafe, replete with pink hearts and advertising 'Lovely Sexy Milkshakes'. Right opposite that is a church and about a few yards away is Filmore's Strip Club. It has those broadway bulbs blinking all night and says things like "When the sun goes down, and things get hazy. Good girls go bad, and the night gets crazy". I kinda want to go, you know. I mean, how many times am I going to be in the city at 19 years old, Right downtown? But I can't figure out whom to ask to come with me, who wouldn't be too freaked out and think I was a pervert or something.
Anyway, I'd better get back to work. I'll write to you soon. Tell you about the pigmy fairy sword juggling acrobat on the street. Not a joke.
Love and 'lovely sexy' hugs.
Rai