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I wrote this piece shortly after we were told our father may not survive the night after a complication with his surgery. While we still do not know what the future may bring, we cheer him on every day while …
I wrote this piece shortly after we were told our father may not survive the night after a complication with his surgery. While we still do not know what the future may bring, we cheer him on every day while …
“Is there repetition, or is there insistence? I am inclined to believe there is no such thing as repetition.” – Gertrude Stein When we began to talk about bringing Gertrude and Alice back to the Buddies stage, I felt it …
Let’s make a canon! And let’s fill it with queer art, or queer-ish art, or art that has no idea how queer it is. Queer art is often secret art: black-market, whispered-about, read-between-the-lines art. And since secret art can be …
Sit in uncertainty. I mean that. Really sit with it. Don’t fight it. Don’t try and author into being a success story that isn’t yours. Let it guide you. What does your anxiety about the future tell you about your true path?
It’s 1979. It’s three years before the Toronto bathhouse raids will galvanize our community. Ten years after the Stonewall riots. Three years before the AIDS epidemic will begin. Six years since homosexuality has been removed from the DSM. Twenty-six years …
William Shakespeare – the son of a glover, grandson of an affluent farmer in Stratford-upon-Avon, prolific playwright, husband, father, respectable businessman – is a lie, a myth based on a loose collection of historical data points that are bickered over …
In 2013, Luke Donovan, a 19-year-old self-described queer anarchist, was involved in an altercation following a New Year’s party. A group of men (between five and 12 of them, depending on the source) hurled homophobic slurs and physically attacked him. …
September 4, 2011, 9:00pm, I hopped on a Greyhound bus in Thunder Bay to move to Toronto to become a professional actor. I was alone. I was terrified. But I was also determined to find my place in the big …
Picture this: a 17-year-old boy braving a frigid Montreal night in the middle of December. He exits the Metro at Beaudry station with a few of his colleagues from The Gap, his first job. As he steps outside, he walks …
“One day when Picasso was to lunch with us I decorated a fish in a way that I thought would amuse him. I chose a fine striped bass and cooked it according to a theory of my grandmother who had …