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19 April 2011
18 April 2011
I am wondering your opinion on straight girls making out for attention. My friends and I get into heated debates about this not only from a feminist standpoint but from a LGBT standpoint, too. I'm on the side that unless you actually enjoying eating pussy you shouldn't pretend just to get a guy into bed. Am I being a total stick in the mud and should leave these attention seekers alone, or do I have ground to stand on?
This kind of behavior has become rampant in the past few years, and it's really kind of gross. By reducing lesbian sexuality to a cheap seduction tactic, the equivalent of tying a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue, girls who act this way are undermining the legitimacy of real queer women's relationships. Not only that, but co-opting someone else's identity because you think it will make you more interesting—when you've never had to deal with the hardships that come with actually living that identity — just makes you look selfish and shallow. Queer chicks everywhere would like straight chicks to kindly knock it off already. That is, unless you are really hot, and you want to make out with us.
from "Ask a Queer Chick" at thehairpin.com
17 April 2011
When I was 18 I decided it was time to move out. I got accepted to OCAD and decided that living in Toronto was much better than commuting from Brampton everyday (I remember telling my parents that living in a big city would inspire me creatively and "feed my soul"...shut up, I was going through my weirdo hippie phase), so I packed up all my shit and left.
Looking for a new place to live is always an interesting/frustrating/terrifying adventure. Getting your hopes up about an apartment, viewing it and consequently realizing it is not as nice as you had hoped is always a crushing blow to the old hopes and dreams.
When I first moved to Toronto I lived with a childhood friend and the two of us took weekends off to apartment hunt in the city. Last night, I was thinking about the whole ordeal (which ultimately ended up in me living in a cubicle for 9 months, more on that later) and I remembered this one truly awful apartment we saw that summer.
The apartment in question was located in a high-rise right near (in?) Grange Park, which is about a 30 second walk to OCAD. The unit itself was on the 18th floor, or something, it was pretty high up and the view was amazing.
However, everything else about the place was absolutely disgusting. The fridge and freezer were still full of rotten food, there were food encrusted take-out containers everywhere and I'm pretty sure I saw a few roaches that someone had successfully smashed and left behind as trophies. The two bedrooms were beside each other, one was painted black, the other painted bright red and the strangest "feature" of the whole apartment were the two, eye-level holes that had been punch through the wall the two bedrooms shared. Nathan stood in the black bedroom, I stood in the red bedroom and we both took turns spying at each other through the eye holes. Nasty.
Oh, and there was paint peeling from the ceiling.
We left that place and ended up living across the street from OCAD sharing a one bedroom apartment that cost $1250/month in rent. He got the bedroom and I constructed a room for myself in the living room area. My walls were 5 feet tall, fabric covered cubicle walls and my door was a scarf. Before moving out I had some friends over and by the end of the night we had destroyed the cubicle and trashed the place (see above photo).
16 April 2011
15 April 2011
Bread Blowout
This is the best loaf of bread I have ever baked. My sourdough experience was a complete disaster which ended up with me leaving my starter behind in Toronto (R.I.P)Since that debacle I began using a different recipe and my loaves kept coming out of the oven all deformed and weird.
The Silpat mat may have helped matters although, I've given up on baking fresh bread for the time being (because I'm lazy).
Toronto Walk
When I was back in Toronto a couple of weeks ago I decided to walk home from a doctor's appointment in the East End to my house in the West End. I walked through a ton of different neighbourhoods and ended up on my couch, exhausted, sweaty and kind of hungry.I documented this with one photograph.
Ice Cream: Round One
As mentioned in an earlier post, I bought myself a fancy new ice cream maker a few weeks ago. The other day I decided to try to make one of my favourite flavours, lavender.
After multiple attempts at achieving something delicious I decided to read the instructions for the machine, only to discover that I had done just about everything wrong.
What I ended up with resembles lavender ice cream (although it has crunchy ice crystals in it) and it kind of tastes awful.
Regardless, I will eat all of it and then try out this recipe I found in last month's issue of Bon Appétit. (Side note: I always think "Bon Ape Tit", ugh)
03 April 2011
[heard] right now PJ Harvey. It's been too long.[saw] Thomas Hirschhorn's Das Auge
[watched] every episode of Being Erica (yes)
[read] James Joyce's The Dead, just lovely
[started] applying for jobs
[finished] my last paper! (aside from my thesis that is)
[drank] drinking a bottle of red Spanish wine, it is not god but it does the trick
[ate] I plan on eating a $2 slice of pizza from a dive bar on Monroe Ave. I spotted this pizza last night while out for a couple pints and I am going to go back there and fill myself full of $2 pizza slices.
[planned] doctor's appointments, moving arrangements, thesis presentations, etc.
[acquired] an awesome photographic ID badge form the 1920s at an antique market
[fancied] i want to play the autoharp ... this could be a post-grad school endeavor. for when i don't have a job and spend my days in High Park drinking beer, reading trashy magazines and playing my autoharp for spare change.
29 March 2011
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