September 17, 2021September 17, 2021Writing

Reflections on the 2021 Canadian Federal Election

Last election I voted Liberal. They seemed the most humane balance of fiscal, civil and environmental duty. And the story I bought was “duty” was…

March 9, 2021June 17, 2021Writing

I Just Needed a Nap

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…

December 8, 2020June 17, 2021Writing

White Man Pink Dress Black Heart

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…

August 30, 2020June 17, 2021Writing

Religion is Like a Penis

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…

October 2, 2016June 17, 2021Writing

Danny Dambiski

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…

November 2, 2015June 17, 2021Writing

Lunch Surprise

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…

June 27, 2015June 17, 2021Writing

Toronto Gay Pride 1981

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…

May 15, 2015June 17, 2021Writing

In a Nutshell

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…

April 30, 2015June 17, 2021Writing

Tied to the Cloths Line

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,…

April 30, 2015June 17, 2021Writing

Dirty

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…