This August has moved past at an alarmingly rapid rate, and as I’ve had one of the fullest Fringe Festival months, I’ve felt almost like I blinked and it’s nearly over.
Yesterday I did, as the old adage goes, something that I found both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. When I was a fresh faced uni student, spending my summers back home in Toronto, I’d been to a few equal rights rallies. I must admit that though I’d been to a topless protest before, I’d never stripped down past a bra and jeans. [Read more…]