You Drag Me Up

We all came into this world naked. The rest is all drag; RuPaul Charles ladies, gents and everyone in-between. In my opinion, Drag Queens should run the world, they have an understanding of a frivolity and freedom that speaks fluently to humanity’s ever-changing personas and symbolic expressions. Think about it. The Pope? Biggest drag queen wannabe ever. […]

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Sun and Stars

What’s it like to meet one of your literary heroes? From my experience it mimics all the symptoms of a minor heart attack or some sort of palpitation. I felt such tremors when I met Derek Walcott, Neil LaBute and oh, John Patrick Shanley. My heart felt ablaze and tongue heavy as lead every time. […]

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One Love. Same Love.

I remember her like it was yesterday, she was strutting down Church street in Toronto, i was 18 and couldn’t take my eyes off her…until i walked into a pole and suffered a massive thigh contusion. True story, my first transvestite and still the most beautiful woman I’ve seen to this day. If you read […]

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The Colour Hipster

Before I moved to New York City, I didn’t know what a hipster was. I was moving there after graduating from university in Oxfordshire; the corduroy, savant, lord this & that Mecca of the earth. I was used to delicious rowing gods and socially inept geniuses. Hipsters? Pardon? I obviously wasn’t prepared, I’d never heard […]

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Nobody or a Nation

“Either I’m nobody or I’m a nation.” The illustrious Derek Walcott owns those words which are my favourite ever written, because they embody my own experience succinctly. I often look to the descriptive genius of Caribbean writers to explain the strangeness of being from the islands and not fitting the typical island image. The West […]

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The Bridge

“The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.” ~ F.S.F. I know I’ve written about this before, but i miss New York. I miss it like a dead loved one, i miss it […]

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A Grumpy Beginning

“The biggest coward is a man who awakens a woman’s love with no intention of loving her.”  This picture is of Cafe Grumpy in Chelsea, it’s funny how ironic serendipity can be; because grumpiness was a definite composite of the relationship that began here. An indication that the “grand scheme of things” was tapping me […]

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Italians Do it Better

I miss my little Italian. I think I started this blog as a way to work through my losses and to also acknowledge the gains as they come, which they will. Faith, I’m learning is obligatory to self-improvement. So I must have faith, full stop. Back to my bambino; he’s an Italian greyhound born and […]

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