So I’ve been laid up with a horrible cold and completely fuzzy-headed since the weekend. And the whole time, my little brain was feebly twitching and straining at me to get to the keyboard and write, even though I was barely able to form a coherent sentence like, say, “Please make me a cup of… More back in the game
In the last few years, I’ve repeatedly come across a patch that says “Not gay as in happy, but queer as in fuck you.” On the surface, this little saying makes me grin. It comes with an image of a woman clad in a 50s-style dress, toting a gun. Arrr. Rebellious queers unite! I almost… More two generations of fuck you
Wow. Time flies when you’re having fun! That being said, I’m way overdue for a couple of theatre reviews here. The most time-sensitive of them, in terms of making my comp ticket a worthwhile investment on the part of its kind providers, is my review of 2boys.tv‘s new performance piece Phobophilia, which recently made its… More two places, two plays
It’s been a very interesting few days with lots of things to report on, starting with a couple of book reviews (I know I keep saying that, but I swear I’m actually gonna do it!), reviews of two plays (Neverman’s Land in Toronto and Phobophilia in Montreal), and various brain meanderings I’ve enjoyed (about D/s,… More how and why i’m supporting abortion rights
This evening, I’m in the mood to write about a couple of little things people say sometimes – expressions, phrases, what have you – that bug me. Not necessarily that enrage me… but that perplex me, or irritate me, or sometimes sit funny in my gut like a day-old sandwich. The first is the expression… More falling off the end of the acronym
Last week, I attended a talk given at the Gladstone Hotel, which seems to be the location of choice for all sorts of interesting events, many but not all of them queer (just the kind of ratio I like). This one was part of a monthly series of talks put on by Java Knights, and… More from gaybourhood to queer diaspora?