Victoria Pride was upon us yet again and with it a flurry of events and traditions that continue to this day and our nun’s intent was to attend as many as we could. With every traditional Pride season begins with Drag-Ball. Watching seasoned queens face the kings in a sport where the rules are---- baseball like….? For the most part rules are imaginary or taken very literally. Who has ever seen the rival team steal and relocate the home plate to the outfield , or the runner, who is running in heels and very well if I do say so myself ; stealing a base and running with it? We have and it was hilarious! It is always great seeing the lawns littered with human kind – queer flags and banners of all sorts waving. It was quite the sight! Community coming together and showing up for itself, its very heart warming.
Being Canada Day another Victorian tradition is the Gorge Street and we were not wasting a look, so we attended it too! This street festival is known for its classic cars using the water front as its back drop, Queefa was awestruck. The muggles were just as awestruck seeing our colorful trio wandering the streets, adoring the cars, salivating at the sights and smells of mini donuts- which none of us considered bringing cash and were tempted to take a small collection to save three nuns from starvation! Needless to say we’ll know for next time--Bring Cash so the food can be had, believe me, it’s well worth it! There was many sights to behold, quite a number of community yards sale which we helped ourselves to, a nun without their adornments or a bright colourful habits is hardly a nun at all.
Our Favorite part, was creating a tradition of our own. Breakfast the morning of the parade, the nun gather and feast before marching. We were glad to have fellow sisters from Vancouver and Seattle join us to make this event truly something to behold. Joined by our friend Simon documenting the experience as it was his first Pride parade himself. Our biggest Joy to share this moment with so many of our fellow sisters.
The parade concluded and we set up shop in our booth, the first we ever had.
Wanders came and asked questions and left donations, only a few dollars but we weren’t asking for much. Just time when we gave and ministered to those passing by and some who needed their lashed mixed. Vera was humbled to read stories to the children. By the end we felt overcome with satisfaction of doing what we do.