Columns
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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.
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Privileged
“Nitumie ka-mia mbili,” Mom texts. I roll my eyes. But I send her the $200 immediately.
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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.
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Stigmata: stigma’s origin in religious ecstasy
The word “stigma” comes from a Latin word meaning that a person is marked or branded.
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White frenemy
Let’s call him Tony. He called me a close friend. He was older, almost 40.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.”
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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.”
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Sex magic: la petite mort
“All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here, in my arms.” (Depeche Mode)
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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.
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The self-diagnosis debate
In my last column, I wrote about the relief I experienced after receiving my adult autism diagnosis from a psychologist.
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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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Mother of Goo takes a golden shower
When I told some friends that I was going to write about piss play this month, the reactions I received were a mix of laughter and disgust. Peeing during sexual encounters seems to hold more shock value than anything I’ve covered yet, and fair enough – if it’s not for you, don’t do it!
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Seeing the Spectrum
When my psychologist told me this past spring that she was diagnosing me with autism spectrum disorder, my immediate reaction was relief. I was desperate for a professional to confirm what months of self-reflection and research had pointed to, and it was confirmed.
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Millennial blues
Recently, a very interesting video has been circulating various social-media platforms. In it, an older, seemingly wiser Steve from Blue’s Clues – the beloved television show many millennials grew up watching – gives a heartfelt speech about how proud he is of all that we, his now-adult viewers, have accomplished.
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Sex after heartbreak
After we share our life with another person for a significant period of time and choose to part ways, we must grieve this loss. The initial fear may be loneliness: to be apart from your bedtime companion and the lips you want to kiss after a long, lousy day. But to transition out of this love and familiar touch is a reminder to come home again to ourselves, for we have not left. We were always here, and will always be here.
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I’ll be your trusted learning partner
With the environmental nightmares of the summer months coupled with a year-and-ahalf- long pandemic, it’s as if we are stuck in the apocalypse. The remains of Indigenous peoples are being found at several residential school sites, the situation in Afghanistan continues to worsen, and, of course, we’re still in the thick of the COVID-19 pandemic. Shouldn’t we be coming out on the other side by now?
