

Don’t plan on renting a car to drive to those destinations. It’s certainly possible to drive from Montreal to Vancouver in 10 days but it won’t leave much time for hockey games.


Don’t plan on renting a car to drive to those destinations. It’s certainly possible to drive from Montreal to Vancouver in 10 days but it won’t leave much time for hockey games.
It seems to me the kaleidoscoping of the unity that rainbow flag aimed for doesn’t make the community stronger. I feel the drive to have some constantly evolving all inclusive name and define each and every subset of queer hurts the brand. Instead of a united community there’s tiny little fifedoms that are cliquey and far from universally welcoming. By so rigorously defining the individual the community gets lost and the message gets drowned in a see of voices yelling their specific flavour of gay.
It brings this joke to mind:
Once I saw this guy on a bridge about to jump. I said, “Don’t do it!” He said, “Nobody loves me.” I said, “God loves you. Do you believe in God?” He said, “Yes.” I said, “Are you a Christian or a Jew?” He said, “A Christian.” I said, “Me, too! Protestant or Catholic?” He said, “Protestant.” I said, “Me, too! What franchise?” He said, “Baptist.” I said, “Me, too! Northern Baptist or Southern Baptist?” He said, “Northern Baptist.” I said, “Me, too! Northern Conservative Baptist or Northern Liberal Baptist?” He said, “Northern Conservative Baptist.” I said, “Me, too! Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region, or Northern Conservative Baptist Eastern Region?” He said, “Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region.” I said, “Me, too!” Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1879, or Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1912?” He said, “Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1912.” I said, “Die, heretic!” And I pushed him over.
This is just my observation as an old out of touch cis guy with a queer daughter.


We used to stand on either side of the street and pretend to pull a rope across the road. When cars stopped we’d run away.
Proofread, sometimes.