This. That. No Other.

Though I think religion is total horseshit, I deeply respect the religious experience.
By that I mean that we humans have a peculiar physiology and psychology which can lend itself to certain perceptions which we casually describe as “religious” and, because these perceptions and experiences have yet to be scientifically studied in any significant fashion, we’re [...]

There really wasn’t much discussion about it.
Though Champ and I never really did The Pride Thing in Toronto — at least, not together, and not for the past few years — we didn’t need to really discuss whether (or not) we were going to take in Vancouver’s festivities . We just knew, y’know? I mean, [...]

Cleve Jones is kind of a hero of mine. You might recall him from the movie Milk; he was the sassy street-hustler-turned-politico played by Emile Hirsch (the real Cleve had a microcameo, too). He’s spent a lifetime working at the forefront and behind the scenes for LGBT equality and HIV/AIDS issues, he conceived the NAMES [...]

Can you remember what you were doing forty years ago? I can remember what I was doing exactly forty years ago. (Full disclosure: I usually can’t remember what I did last week.)
It was a day very, very much like this day in Vancouver — hot, sunny — except it was in Winnipeg, and therefore much [...]

Your Host in 1973
Lately I’ve been digging through my old Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention CDs, ripping them to my iPod — while it’s still not a crime in Canada — and rediscovering the musical brilliance and cheeky, peurile polemics of this towering figure of American 20th century music. He was a fierce, [...]

So, let’s say you’re walking down the street and you hear Diana Ross’ “I’m Coming Out” blaring from a huge house. And let’s say you’re at a university. Say… the University of Chicago. And let’s say the big house is a frat house. And let’s say that as you walked by this big frat house [...]

Academy Award-winning Milk screenwriter Dustin Lance Black makes a promise to the lesbian and gay kids of America, while the crustier queers among the millions watching wipe away a tear:

Oh my God. This was, um. This was not an easy film to make. First off, I have to thank Cleve Jones and Anne Kronenberg and [...]

(from MIKERO.COM)

Cripes, what a busy week it’s been, and my bad for the limited posting here. So, by way of apology…
I’ve spoken before about Cabaret Voltaire and the brilliant minds behind it — Richard H. Kirk and Stephen Mallinder — and here’s an opportunity to sample Kirk’s work under one of his many pseudonyms, Al Jabr.
Some [...]

I have seen the future of me:

(Audio NSFW)
Tears, streaming down my face. I’ve watched this video eleventy times and each time it gets even awesomer. Royce an Marilyn are… beyond. More about them here.
(Thanks to timber for the tip).

Yeah, I’m twelve, too.

Your Host as Homo erectus, from “Devolve Me”, Courtesy Open University
Happy 200th, Mr. Darwin.

Some of the scratch-pads still work. Or maybe it’s just scents-memory.
I miss Divine. I miss Edith Massey. It must be hard for John Waters — another of My Dream Dinner Party attendees — to watch his landmark movies now. They’re almost all gone, those iconic Dreamlanders.

While most of my Toronto contemporaries were making the trek to NYC and getting completely fucked-up for this party or that party, I was intoxicated by a different kind of celebration: ACT-UP, Outweek and Queer Nation.
We sat behind Martin Balsam and his wife at Millennium Approaches. He cried as much as I did, if [...]

Never let it be said I’m not a follower.
On the heels of similar blogbuddy posts — here and here — I paid a visit to The Hero Factory and crafted my own, superpersonalized  superhero. Some parts of him are off and some dead-on. I’ll leave it for you to decide which are which.

I acknowledge in [...]

Hey! Look at the happy baby!
This is me with my grandmother and grandfather:

I was, what, five or six months old? The photos were taken in my parents’ flat in the Silver Heights Apartments in Winnipeg, Manitoba. That chair my grandfather is sitting in? Is seven feet from me right now, in my living room. It [...]