Forever Yonge

“My feet tread a familiar path along Yonge, a neon circus of idling cars and roving packs of suburbanites here to enjoy something a little different. The sixties have come to Toronto two years too late, and so seven odd decades of being good atop a mud pile have left the citizens feeling antsy. I…

The Nemesis of Neglect

2017 hasn’t been a particularly good time to be a queer person in Toronto. I mean, there is still significant division within the community over the demands made by Black Lives Matter in the 2016 Pride Parade, with Pride out roughly $1.3 million this year via lost sponsorship and lowered attendance. Hanlan’s Point, a popular and…

On Being Biracial

Growing up biracial in the eighties, elderly couples used to stare at my family as we would pass in the street. Kids would ask awkward questions at school. It was almost impossible to understand myself in relation to popular culture or even my own family tree. So seeing a biracial woman become a princess and…

Men Loving Men

Maybe it’s that November chill, or the calm before the seasonal storm, or the fact that the news cycle has died down just long enough to give me a chance to reflect, but I thought I’d post something a touch more introspective on here. Off-brand, I know. I’d entertained writing a piece about the sexual…