casual reminder that for every person who doesn’t want to label their sexuality theres another person who prefers the tangibility of a word and both are ok
arizona, laurence, dave, amanda, simon, steph, & mischa
around this time last year people finally started taking notice of the food-related issues in the upper northern reaches of Canada; consider this your reminder that even since then, juice is still $26 in Pangnirtung, Nunavut, and that the predominately indigenous communities in Canada’s North are forced to pay extraordinarily exorbitant prices for basic groceries due to structural inequity and the contemporary effects of ongoing settler occupation.
One more day, and it’s over.
See, I am fierce and I am unafraid of being myself and being upfront about it. I am even willing to put myself out there a little. I am pro-active and brave, or I try to be.
But I am also a big sissy and right now I’m scared of what my gramma might say once she knows I’m gay. That’s probably not going to happen tomorrow (though none of the secrets I’m revealing in my piece is going to delight her), but it makes me think about that eventuality and I realize that I’m scared.
So shout out to all you braves queers~ and shout out to all you sissies who are making it happen despite everything~ WE’RE AMAZING
omfg i hadn’t realized that my aunt, uncle, cousin and now my catholic GRAMMA are coming to our opening night and that one of the tracks in my piece kinda mentions that I’m into girls (well, a girl) romantically. And that I’m basically outing myself. If they listen to it. now my heart is beating super fast. but it’s okay. I’m there. I’m fine. They are going to be fine and if not, too bad. also, they probably won’t even hear that one. cool



