Columns

  • Pop my cherry!

    Virginity is a loaded word.

  • Your lawn isn’t as green as it looks

    There isn’t an ecological disaster in your backyard. Your yard is the ecological disaster.

  • Sex work laws in Canada reek of moralism

    The term “prostitute/prostitution” is used in Canadian law, but the preferred terminology is sex worker/sex work.

  • I don’t have friends

    Reading week was rough. On the second lonely night, I waited for my sister to come home from the library.

  • Gets her salad tossed

    In the shower, high on psilocybin, I ate ass for the first time.

  • A burial ‘good enough for Jesus’

    Death is an uncomfortable topic, especially since everyone’s inevitable demise could harm the planet. It seems people can’t even die without adding to their carbon footprints.

  • Privileged

    Nitumie ka-mia mbili,” Mom texts. I roll my eyes. But I send her the $200 immediately.

  • Winnipeg’s Next Mayor

    Municipal elections may seem like small potatoes in the looming climate crisis, but their results significantly impact how people live day to day.

  • Stigmata: stigma’s origin in religious ecstasy

    The word “stigma” comes from a Latin word meaning that a person is marked or branded.

  • White frenemy

    Let’s call him Tony. He called me a close friend. He was older, almost 40.

  • Nihilism isn’t activism

    There was a minute when it seemed like my Twitter feed was filled with jokes about the climate crisis.

    I saw one about kids not needing to think about what they’re going to be when they grow up, because surely by then there won’t be a society or future for them.

  • Against caution

    Recently, I took one of my procrastination plunges into YouTube and watched the latest video from my favourite channel, Oh Stephco!

    In it, Stephanie, a Black woman in her late 30s, gives frank and funny anecdotes about navigating a world that does not always value her.

  • To be held

    Let’s call him Jack. We matched on Tinder in early 2019, when I had just turned 20. He was nine years older than me. 

  • How strap-on sex helped me find myself

    I like to put my fake suction-cup cock in my jeans sometimes, sticking out through the open zipper, buttoned at the top to hold it in place. I admire my hard cock in the mirror, poking through my jeans. 

  • What is expected

    It was during childhood that a line appeared before me, and I stepped back and found myself in the category of “girl.”

  • Right here, right now

    As most things, exhibitionism exists on a spectrum. Not everyone who gets titillated at the thought of possibly being caught in the act receives sexual gratification specifically from “indecent exposure of one’s genitals.”

  • Sex magic: la petite mort

    “All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here, in my arms.” (Depeche Mode)

  • Black contribution in war efforts

    Even though Black Canadians faced resistance as they tried to join the army during the First World War, many were determined to fight for and show loyalty to their country.

  • The self-diagnosis debate

    In my last column, I wrote about the relief I experienced after receiving my adult autism diagnosis from a psychologist.

  • Reading the TRC Calls to Action

    The National Day for Truth and Reconciliation that took place only a few weeks ago gave all Canadians the opportunity to learn about and engage with Indigenous experiences and stories.  There were both in-person and virtual events in Winnipeg that offered avenues for learning and listening, including powwows, sacred fires, walks, workshops and a youth and elder tea.

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