Coming into my own as a queer woman

I found myself at Cherry Bomb on Saturday evening. My friend S. canceled at the last second, but I had been waiting months for a Saturday off to synch up with Toronto’s hottest queer woman’s monthly, so I went alone.
I had an amazing time!
Cherry Bomb’s tagline is “dance. sweat. cruise,” and though I’ve been to [...]

Lost: male privilege

I was up at my family’s place in the country over the weekend. Intent on making sure my son had a fantastic time, I invited three of his friends, and some of their parents.
There was only one man present: A., a Master’s candidate in fine arts, of Colombian extraction. Someone who should be keenly aware [...]