I write this just after Toronto Pride weekend. The streets are quiet, the air is soft, the light gentle. It seems most of the G20 overtime cops, all the renta-cops, all the come-from-away-cops have gone home. I finally have time to recoup -- from a week of protesting the G20, police violence, and queer complacency -- and what I find is that I am overwhelmed with feelings of grief, fear, disgust, anxiety -- as well as with feelings of pleasure, excitement, and gratitude.