Contrasting
Yielding Slowly, 36 x 48. We are staying in The Gay Village of Montreal. It is a Sunday evening. Under strings of pink lights, past the rainbow flags, couples walk hand in hand along the sidewalk. There are closed vendor tents and sticky beer sidewalks. Because where I live has a dearth of guys holding hands on the street, I’m appreciative of the contrast. And wondering where the lesbians of Gay Village go. Do they forego the street scene, taking to the suburbs, with or witho
