This dog is incredible.
At Ryerson University there is this tiny park in the middle of a square that I especially like. It’s very quiet and there are lots of benches to rest your butt and feed the squirrels. I’m spending the afternoon watching The Golden Girls, but later I might go for a walk in the rain with my umbrella and some bread.
Last night the GLAD Day Bookshop had an open house to celebrate new ownership that saved it from closure. The evening was interesting. I swear to God I don’t know what is wrong with me but there is something about these cliques that drive me crazy. I support the GLAD Day Bookshop, I think it’s very important to support queer literature and I completely respect the struggles those who have operated it through the years have suffered to preserve queer history. Saying that I think that the gay community can become so liberal and left leaning that they become exactly what they despise, conservative. Especially with people like me who will openly question the standards that they set for everyone else. I don’t want to fit into their very rigid norms to be accepted into their group, but that’s apparently what I have to do because I fear being labeled a prude. The performances were great but I was irked by how sexually themed they were. When you’re speaking to a group of gay people, you’re preaching to the converted. I get it, you like cock and pussy. Is there anything more original that you could sing or write about? I’m so over sex! Ha! It was a room full of mediocre, self-congratulatory individuals who take themselves way too seriously. I don’t know, I could go on and on but what’s the point? Thankfully the bookstore remains open.
I love Alisha. She is one of my best friends and possibly the smartest, most interesting and funny person I know. We met almost 15 years ago in our first year of university. The first think I ever said to her was to ask if she was in second year, and she in return told me that she liked my braces. We’ve gone through a lot together in the years since, and she’s like my family. Last night we met up for a few beers at Woody’s in the village. It was fun. And when I say fun I mean drunk.
I met Heather, Lori and Allyson when I worked as a communications specialist for two years at Bridgepoint Health. They have remained some of my best friends since. Lori and I can’t keep our big mouths shut while Heather and Allyson are kind and more demure. To put it bluntly, never trust Lori and I to keep your secrets.We hung out on Friday night and as usual, had a wonderful time. These bitches be crazy.