If there is anyone who knows the deepest depths of heteronormative relationships, it’s me. Let me explain. Back in the early 2000s I was a conservative national newspapers’ Nuptials Columnist. While you may be amazed by this notch in my …
czech playwright karel čapek’s 1921 text insect play is one of many weird pieces of aesthetically radical writing to come out of inter-war avant-garde in europe. the allegory is a bit obvious—even pixar has ripped it off by now—it …
When did I know I was getting old? Hmmm. Perhaps it was back in 2008 when I was selling stuff on facebook and kijiji. I posted a pic of my CD tower hoping it would get nabbed. Not knowing a …
Trigger Warning: This blog post deals with coming out and it may be traumatic to some, especially during the holidays. This article, as well as its exercise attempts to do over a coming out process with a positive result. Please …
I recently attended the Naked Heart Festival hosted by Glad Day Bookshop, as both a student and panel speaker/reader. So blessed was I to be amongst us LGBTQ folks fresh from being the co-winner of the Asian Canadian Writers’ Workshop’s …
An interview with star actress from Pakistan, Samiya Mumtaz on her experience acting in The Road to Paradise: You’ve now been working as an actress both in Canada and Pakistan. What are the biggest differences between the two industries? There are …
i want so badly for this to be a manifesto. i want so badly to be the one to finally answer to our big crippling question. i want to offer a strategic plan, a series of tasks we can systematically …
About two winters ago, I made a horrible mistake. Perhaps now is a good time as ever to rationalize this mistake. Perhaps I could remind you that it was that winter with the devastating ice storm in the middle of the holiday season. I could make up stories about how the power outages that occurred as a result of this ice storm had me malnourished and hallucinating within my lakeside house whose door and windows were sealed shut by the sheer weight of crunchy snow. For good measure, I could pretend I had lost power. Or better yet, I did NOT lose power, which is why I was locked in my house suffering from a Netflix-induced stupor.
this winter, i spent several weeks rehearsing my rhubarb piece in a tiny art gallery that was only a few degrees warmer than the frigid february we were having. buddies supported us with rehearsal space as much as it could, but outside those hours we had to find outside space. we rehearsed in coats and mitts, and most of our blocking was done in a space a quarter the size of the stage floor…
ted witzel is a smart guy, so we asked him to talk about what he’s thinking about and what he thinks we should be thinking about – as theatre makers, as artists, and as queers. here’s ted: i take it as …