The Magic of Rhubarb
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 …
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 …
a conversation between Susanna Fournier and Sina Gilani War is a space that allows for male intimacy. But is that the only place that male intimacy can be achieved? I hope not. When I think of my Persian heritage for …
On a recent trip to Colombia my sister kept repeating, “We have lost the art of conversing, and therefore no one remembers anything anymore. No one knows the history of the peoples and the places we live in.” “To converse” …
Drum. Singers. Sweat. Song. Moccasins. Beat. Heart. Spirit. Colour. Flow. Energy. Breathing. These are some of the words that come to my mind when I think of pow-wow. I am a grass dancer and have been dancing since I was …
“But there is no name for all of who I am.” Sibongile speaks these words just moments before she summons light and walks away. Does naming and claiming your truth set you free? How do you do that? As queer, …
One of the things I’ve noticed about myself as I’ve aged is that, yes, I have matured. Things don’t bother me the way they used to. I don’t worry as much about what people think of me. That’s been a …
Michel Marc Bouchard’s script is and has always been a theatrical gift to the queer community: a complex, affecting, timeless story of starcrossed lovers, with queer characters, queer conflicts, and queer ways of knowing. Written in the 1980s, set in …
I was walking down the street with – she’s not my mother, but she’s a mother figure. She’s about 65, and we ran into this other friend of mine. And this friend – he’s a lovely person. And he looked …