Moments after arriving in Whistler, Canada, I find myself walking down the main drag in a harness, with straps dangling and my crotch scrunched up in a tidy triangle. And the boys are staring at me. I hadn’t noticed before, but more and more gays are revealing themselves with their stares as my boyfriend Kevin and I walk down Skiers Approach towards the slopes.
"Who knew that I would be in a harness so fast," I joke, elbowing Kevin as a few scattered groups of North Face-clad men looked our way. Kevin rolls his eyes, marking the official start of my WinterPRIDE!