Each time we do this, I'm never sure what the final video is going to look like. Once again we pulled another off.
The second installment of the real hag of Cabbagetown, Roxy, as she meets up with Vy, and Pariah. Roxy stumbles with the Sara Lee, and has yet to admit she's powerless.
Best leave this one for when you are not at your work station, Vy's singing might be enough to get your fired.
Come join us, it will be a lot of fun. I've created a facebook event page where you can also sign up anonymously One can sign up on the Skitz-in-frona-ya, all names remain confidential. The evening is co-sponsored by AIDS Committee of Toronto, and PositiveLite.Com
Last week while in Montreal at the Canadian AIDS Society skills building symposium, I had a chance to corner Ken Monteith, author of PositiveLite.com’s Talk to the Hump column. Now I’ve never really had a chance to talk with Ken before – we've been at numerous conferences together, but these are huge affairs (600 attended this one) and sometimes you just see someone across a room, without really connecting. Such is life. But Ken proved to be a funny, warm and erudite interview. I think you’ll like his take on sex, side effects and strip clubs – and that’s just the beginning.
Ken is the executive director of COCQ-SIDA, the Quebec equivalent of the Ontario AIDS Network. He’s a smart guy.
I also had a chance to interview Michael Burtch, a hot new blogger coming shortly to PositiveLite.com. What a great guy he is too. I’ll air that interview here shortly.
Anyway, Montreal was a blast. It’s a great city to visit, of course, but I must be weird, because I love going to conferences like this for their own sake. Not always for the content, although I’ve always been fascinated by the never-ending story that is HIV, but for the camaraderie. We sometimes refer to it as networking, but that's really a poor description for how good it feels to be surrounded by community, in the true sense of the word. I’ve worked with some of these folks for years; they come from all over Canada to be at these events, and it's so good to see them, and just be silly amongst all the seriousness.
Anyway, I was with my partner Meirion for this trip, so I behaved. Amongst the meetings and the eating (and we avoided the horror that is poutine this time around) we took some time out to see the city. It’s a photogenic place, of course – and you know how obsessive I am about taking photographs, so I took lots. Here are a few of the ones I liked best:
Gentleman! Do you really think your partner is boo-boo the fool?
When your cellular phone rings after 11:00 p.m. and the first question your partner asks is, “Do you want to get that?”
It’s a trap!
The tail-tail sign of a mouse caught in its trap is when you respond, “No, who could that be at this hour?” You know who the hell is calling you after 11; now stop the madness! Plus, with no attempt to either glance at the phone or even answer it; how do you know it’s not a friend in distress.
Rule #101, Silence is golden.
To help avoid playing cat chase the mouse, your response should be this, “No, whoever it is, I can call them back tomorrow. I would rather spend quality time with you!”
Now you’re using the power of “Erase and Replace!” In seconds you’ve erased, “I gotta ya” and replaced it with “that’s my man!”
Remember, I don’t promote cheating but be smart about it. Don’t look surprised when the cat’s out the bag!
I have not posted on the site in a while as I was hitting something in between a writer's block and a blogger identity crisis. After talking to Brian Finch, I was able to solidify what my section of the website will entail.
I will be focusing the majority of my attention on video and tabletop game reviews, gaming news, movies based on video games and the likes!
I will once in a while touch base on other fun and nerdy stuff (comic books! gadgets! robotic sex toys?) but my main focus will be all things gaming.
So, check out the long overdue part 2 of my "So you want to be a gamer?" series tomorrow.
In the meantime, I suggest you check the the incredibly clever, absolutely hilarious and fun read that is AXE COP!
Axe Cop is written by a 5 y/o boy and illustrated by his 29 y/o brother. The story is nonsensical childish fun and the illustrations are brilliantly paired. You can't help but love it!
Several weeks ago, Bob Leahy, and myself (Brian Finch) attended the Gay Men's Sexual Health Alliance Forum. We grabbed our video cameras and chatted with a few presenters from the panel on BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, S&M). This is my chat with Duncan who works for the AIDS Committee of London, and a former Mr. Toronto Leatherman.
Personally I thought the PETA ads where starting to go down hill ever since they used one of The Real Housewives of NYC. Please, put some fur on as I don't want to see any of them close to naked.
Nonetheless, this Dave Navarro "Ink Not Mink" did catch me eye. And you just that this rock/metrosexual fusion look could only handle wearing a mink, if he were to wear fur.
Now that I have your curiosity up, go have a look.
Now it's not very often that I lose my temper and go on a rant. I am usually very good at just letting things just roll of my shoulders like it was no big deal. I always try to find the humor in everything, , I mean after all they always say laughter id the best medicine right?? But sometimes, not very often mind you kids, but every once in a while something hones that I cannot just ignore. Being kicked in the balls (metaphorically) is one thing I cannot ignore. And friends two days ago I was kicked in the balls, and I have no choice but to retaliate!!! Fasten your seat belts darlings, this is going to be a bumpy ride!!
. .for a Canadian AIDS Society Conference. I’m leaving early Thursday, returning late Sunday. We’re travelling by train. I say “we” because my partner is coming too, a rare occurrence – he’s not attending the conference, but we’ll share the hotel room and I’ll meet up with him every evening, and do Montreal stuff. I’m looking forward to it.
I love Montreal. The ambiance, the culture, the food . Particularly the food. Every time we go, we have to have the smoked meat at Reuben’s Deli, the poutine (because it’s the thing to do, even though it's crap) , the fine and very French bistro fare at Au Petit Extra and the fab seafood at the uber-trendy Garde-Manger in the old town. Although how we’re going to fit all that food in to three-and-a half days I’m not sure.
We also like to spend some time in The (Gay) Village. When we’re with friends, we do the rounds of the strip clubs – Campus, Stock Bar, Adonis, Taboo even (tastes like chicken) - but my partner doesn't like muscles (wtf?) and thus finds these places all a bit icky. In truth, the novelty does wear off pretty fast. But the Priape store here is sexier than their Toronto branch and is kind of cool to visit, and so is the very gay coffee shop La Mie Matinale on the same block, a shrine to all things Dalida*, that serves the best coffee and croissants I’ve ever had.
It's that day again. March 1st, or, more accurately, the first business day after the last day of February. The deadline for RRSP contributions. (For non-Canadians reading this, it is the last day to contribute to your Registered Retirement Savings Plan – a tax shelter to encourage retirement savings – before filing your taxes for 2009.)
As someone who has mostly worked in underpaid community organization settings through my professional years, I really never had the excess resources to devote to this saving habit. My retirement plan would have to be to be crushed under the wheels of a speeding luxury automobile (if only to die a martyr of the class struggle).
Then I was diagnosed with HIV at age 37. Not just any HIV, mind you, but that tricky devil once known as full-blown AIDS: I had 4 CD4s and a case of pneumocystis carinii pneumonia. Now, despite the fact that it was 1997 at the time (I can hear the calculators, and yes, I will be 50 at some point this year) and my doctor had quickly adapted his own interventions to the realities of effective anti-retroviral treatment, I was quite serenely convinced that I had found a new retirement plan. Same martyrdom, different cause.
In step the evil pharmaceutical companies with their nefarious plan to foil my saintly plans. How dare they make drugs that will keep me alive for much, much longer than I thought?! Worse yet, how dare they make my retirement plans inadequate once more?! I'm closing in on the 20th anniversary of my 30th birthday and not showing any signs of going the way of the dodo. Do you suppose I could sue?
Maybe I should just start hanging out around a Lexus dealership.
Gentleman! Do you really think your partner is boo-boo the fool?
