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I was able to capture this video last night, at Pinhey’s Point:
This was also the weekend of the butter tart festival in Stittsville. The one on the right was a delicious Biscoff Caramel butter tart by Ritual on Main:
This has been a very Canadian moment.
I was sipping a pop in the Byward Market when a man started to harass me. I’m no stranger to being targeted in the market or over gender-conformity and I ignored him. He alternated between yelling “You’re intersex; I don’t know if you’re a man or a woman” and “if you’re a man I’d kick your ass”. When that didn’t elicit the reaction he wanted, he took to repeatedly calling me “fat ass”.
He finally placed himself at my feet and uttered “if you’re a man, I’ll kick your ass”. I looked up but didn’t say a word; people often gender me male after hearing my voice. He walked away.
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I got to back to the Yukon this past week, this time with Joy. It’s only been a few months since my last visit. We hit up the Dempster Highway, the Tombstone Territorial Park, among other spots.
More than any other place in Canada, I could see myself living in Whitehorse. That said, it was colder than I expected – some days starting in the single digits despite having travelled in August.
I’ve reached middle age. It’s neat to have this on my blog, where I documented turning 21, turning 30, and now 40.
At the start of my thirties, I was living with four lovely roommates while working in tech and lobbying for trans rights in Parliament. I didn’t know it yet, but I was also incredibly insecure, felt stunted by my fear of the unknown, and employed toxic communication patterns to soothe difficult feelings.
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Last week, I attended a screening of two short films by queer Algonquin College film school graduates. One of the movies was set in the nineties, a time before this director was born.
When she was asked about the choice of period, she mentioned how she liked the tactility of that pre-smartphone era. On another occasion, a gen alpha family member expressed a desire to own a boombox. It’s a thing for that generation to place a bit of an aura on the nineties.
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