tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71042545012237823642024-03-19T06:19:33.862-04:00Driving fast on loose gravelQueer, Canada, lesbian, LGBT, Ottawa, Ontario, Women, Feminist, sex, gender, art, artist, community building, blog, bloggingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-86304903170499122982015-05-06T17:00:00.000-04:002015-05-06T17:00:37.013-04:00fan mailDear Julie Doiron,
Every time I see you, I want to write you a letter about all the times I remember you. Once I even did, when you made some comment at a concert that fans don't write real letters anymore. But I couldn't track down an address for you and by the time your agent sent it to me, the letter I had written had been recycled.
I remember you when I lived in Montreal and I saw you Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-71715210481253159542011-04-26T17:50:00.004-04:002011-04-26T17:59:55.904-04:00The streets of Philadelphia
Joy and I just got back from an amazing weekend visit to Philadelphia, and I was blown away by the city. I have been to many cities around the world - and I have never loved one as much as I love this one. I feel like I could go on and on - from the amazing old architecture and rich history, to the great food, great people, green spaces, hot bikes, cool queers and fucking kick ass Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-42570695003875315352011-02-20T23:20:00.000-05:002011-02-20T23:20:41.172-05:00And life is like a song (at last)
See figure 3.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-24837027278557916322010-10-27T05:38:00.002-04:002010-10-27T05:47:15.041-04:00The UK is OK! part 2
{Graeae Theatre}
(The Burberry design house is next to my hotel. It's funny too see hundreds of skinny people in trench coats who all look alike, in one spot!)
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-72122297733730035012010-10-25T16:28:00.011-04:002010-10-26T09:19:12.298-04:00The UK is OK! part 1Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-58225285651105776512010-10-25T15:53:00.004-04:002010-10-25T16:03:39.646-04:00Francey pants (how the French do...)
"picturesque"
"Highway pit stop"
"gated community"
"Strike"
"shopping"
"rush hour"
"crosswalks"
"government buildings"
"urban green spaces"
"sunsets"
"Labour movement"
"coffee and dessert"
"woman's shoes"
"airport food" (it's organic apricot yogurt in a glass jar)
"airport waiting area"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-48224014592596250902010-10-23T18:00:00.008-04:002010-10-23T19:31:23.527-04:00Waterloo stationLove never dies, does it? It was so good to see hb again. It reminded me what it feels like to really love someone. I think I had forgotten. But it also reminded me that love can only take you so far.
And in my case, it seems to take me to the tube stop.
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I last saw hb at Oval station on New Years eve, going on almost three years ago. It was a heart wrenching break up.
Tonight we Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-65484540188603314952010-10-21T18:23:00.001-04:002010-10-21T18:23:40.341-04:00Spain, Barcelona, part 5Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-25479869172534078922010-10-17T05:15:00.000-04:002010-10-17T05:22:59.365-04:00Spain, Barcelona, part 4 (evening of lesiure defined)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-48688846251561108872010-10-16T13:18:00.001-04:002010-10-16T13:18:49.007-04:00Spain, Barcelona, part 3Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-58154363803341487552010-10-15T12:20:00.002-04:002010-10-27T05:53:33.943-04:00Spain, Barcelona part 2Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-61479461594392080132010-10-13T12:09:00.001-04:002010-10-13T12:10:08.245-04:00Spain, Barcelona, part 1Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-88357914396154335302010-10-13T12:05:00.001-04:002010-10-13T12:05:05.909-04:00Spain, Sitges- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-76579524007577384412010-10-13T11:59:00.001-04:002010-10-13T11:59:34.078-04:00France, AvingonUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-65128688696988004932010-08-02T21:10:00.002-04:002010-08-02T21:13:40.387-04:00The attack of the killer Adirondack chickens
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Despite the multiple attacks, which granted, I probably deserved, I fell in love with chickens this weekend. And roosters are the new black.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-12425559379460255072010-03-02T23:43:00.003-05:002010-03-03T23:38:45.738-05:00PART 3: 4 days, 4 feminists, 3 New York City boroughs, 2 crutches and 1 wheelchair
“One student fare please” I asked the woman behind the desk
at the Brooklyn Museum.
“For you it will be $1.75, for your friends $6.00, if they
have a student ID” She replied.
$1.75 was not the student rate, it was the rate for visitors
with disabilities.
Having
worked in museum access, I was conflicted.
I had fought for years to develop a
pricing policy for visitors Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-69989094655488662342010-02-28T13:56:00.002-05:002010-03-03T23:38:19.348-05:00PART 2: 4 days, 4 feminists, 3 New York City boroughs, 2 crutches and 1 wheelchairIn reflecting this way it is important
to add that through out it all I was surrounded by a caring wonderful supportive
understanding family – friends who did not intentionally make me feel these
things and worked so hard to make sure I didn’t. But they were in all senses
taking care of me, and although at times I needed it, I didn’t like it.
The
feelings that came from within me came from Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-10198787925644882202010-02-25T20:26:00.004-05:002010-03-03T23:39:43.660-05:00PART 1: 4 days, 4 feminists, 3 New York City boroughs, 2 crutches and 1 wheelchairOn the first Monday evening of
reading week, I fell on a patch of ice outside of my Ottawa home. I felt some
of the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. Every part of my right foot and ankle
were sprained and touching any part of it would result in blood curdling pain.
My foot swelled to the size of a pomelo and walking was not even a remote
option.
On Thursday, I went to New York City.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-7757640731607283162009-11-13T00:08:00.013-05:002014-02-12T14:03:08.149-05:00Real work is sex workToday, is my 30th birthday. There are huge things changing and shifting and moving and happening in my life, and this birthday is in many ways a catalyst and a hallmark. but that's not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about the birthday gift I gave myself. You see since I started getting a pretty decent salary I've been going to the Spa. I always go to the same place and I love it there.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-6001904372348040632009-03-25T22:44:00.012-04:002009-03-25T23:53:22.897-04:00Californian Cowboys Part 4Day 6 Death ValleyWe spend two days in Death Valley.We stop at a huge expanse of Sand dunes, pop a beer and lie in the hot mid day sun, in the sand. The sand is softer then anything I have ever experienced. Like silk. Like sinking your hands into a mound of sugar, but better. We drive down to Badwater, the lowest spot and the hottest. I'm starting to feel a bit over cooked. Once back in the van Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-88819572773088096092009-03-22T23:28:00.010-04:002009-03-23T08:45:48.600-04:00Californian Cowboys Part 3Day 5 Seeing is believing We can't wait to get back to the desert. We head for Death Valley. We stop at Nevada Joe's - the pair of pink breast cancer ribbons entice us in. The large but empty store is filled with UFO and alien faced posters referring to Area 51. Throughout the trip we have had to bypass several fenced in military training facilities, which take over huge expanses of land - they Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-4411268480172787132009-03-18T21:56:00.016-04:002009-03-23T01:34:57.805-04:00Californian Cowboys Part 2Day 4 LAS VEGASWe drove from Nipton to the big city, via Searchlight, which was the closest gas stop and we were running low. We took the back roads as usual, until the last junction where we had to meet up with a real highway and real cars. When you drive a 4 gear Westphalia, you notice right away that they go slow up hill, and they go real slow up mountains. But this is all well and good when Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-24869154093733540102009-03-17T14:21:00.028-04:002009-03-19T09:36:33.423-04:00Californian Cowboys Part 1Day 1 Picked up the Hale Pua, our VW camper van from Bill. He gave us some great tips and hugged us as we left. We love him and our van. Her name is Hale Pua. We went down to Huntington beach, for ice tea on the sand. Drove south through lux Laguna beach along the Pacific coast hwy. Saw the ocean and the fancy shops. Stayed the night in San Mateo. Day 2Drove through the San Bernadino mountains. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-11864268944386256382009-03-15T20:57:00.013-04:002009-03-15T23:13:21.855-04:00Me and valentino<!--StartFragment--> Ok so I want to tell you all about my amazing trip and show you all of the hot photos of me being a cowboy. but I just got off two flights and a week of sleeping in a van and a day of driving through LA and I aint got it all for you yet. but I will. But what I do got is poor grammar and the last page of the Vanity Fair where me and Valentino answered the Proust Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104254501223782364.post-62202520819418918882009-03-01T13:14:00.007-05:002014-02-09T22:46:51.185-05:00Turn left at Morning Star Mine Rd.View Larger MapThis my friends, is What I am Talking About. I just got to say - google - brings travel planning to a whole other level. I just love it. You see, I just want to drive. I want to drive in the hot desert and stop whenever we feel like it. I want to take high contrast black and white photos. I want the road to look like this. Our original destinations was to head south to San Diego Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0