Sometime in the mid eighties when I was living alone on Bathurst Street just south of St Clair Avenue Madge and I decided to hang…
Funtime eighties. Guides were slim. Older candidates handsy when there’s booze. Disapproval and disgust in eyes of the 99.9. Family and friends strangers on the…
Historical details have been intentionally suppressed. Fond church memories. Quality time with Mum. A full roll of Mentos or Dutch salted licorice. An hour or…
Today I was watching a news clip of republican presidential candidate, he who’s name I will not say, thinking he reminded me of someone from…
I grew up in a small town in Southern Ontario the youngest of six to a Dutch immigrant couple. For grades seven and eight my mother pulled…
I attended one of the first Gay Pride celebrations in Toronto. The ‘parade’ was held on the running track at U of T campus in…
My life has been a total gay adventure: working in theatre, dance, film/tv, IT, and food & beverage. I spent 16 years based out of…
From first days of walking until after my third birthday, Mum would strap me into a tight harness, at the end of a long rope,…
My earliest memory is between one and two years old, after playing in the backyard, standing filthy at the porch kitchen door. Mum heaves me…
I wrote this story over 12 years ago and submitted to CBC’s Vinyl Cafe. Stuart McLean read it on one of his tours and it was…