Christopher, you’re a Pug!
No bones about it, you’re an intelligent, playful Pug. Witty and charming, you’re a lot of dog wrapped in a small package. People just love you — a wonderful approachability and sense of humour put you at the top of everyone’s list. And because you’re smart and quick-witted, you attract a crowd wherever you go. (Have you ever considered running for office or starting a company? You’ve got the charisma for either.) But that doesn’t mean you can’t be a little naughty or mischievous when opportunity knocks — you’ve definitely got a nose for fun! A happy, optimistic breed, you’re admired and respected by all. Woof!
An American golfer playing in Ireland hooked his drive into the woods.
Looking for his ball, he found a little Leprechaun flat on his back, a big bump on his head and the golfer’s ball beside him.
Horrified, the golfer got his water bottle from the cart and poured it over the little guy, reviving him.
“Arrgh! What happened?” the Leprechaun asked.
“I’m afraid I hit you with my golf ball,” the golfer says.
“Oh, I see. Well, ye got me fair and square. Ye get three wishes, so whaddya want?”
“Thank God, you’re all right!” the golfer answers in relief. “I don’t want anything, I’m just glad you’re OK, and I apologize.”
And the golfer walks off.
“What a nice guy,” the Leprechaun says to himself.
I have to do something for him. I’ll give him the three things I would want… a great golf game, all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex life.”
A year goes by (as it does in stories like this) and the American golfer is back. On the same hole, he again hits a bad drive into the woods and the Leprechaun is there waiting for him.
“Twas me that made ye hit the ball here,” the little guy says. “I just want to ask ye, how’s yer golf game?”
“My game is fantastic!” the golfer answers. I’m an internationally famous golfer now.” He adds, “By the way, it’s good to see you’re all right.”
“Oh, I’m fine now, thankye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know. And tell me, how’s yer money situation?”
“Why, it’s just wonderful!” the golfer states. “When I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100.00 bills I didn’t even know were there!”
“I did that fer ye also.”
And tell me, how’s yer sex life?”
The golfer blushes, turns his head away in embarrassment, and says shyly, “It’s OK.”
“C’mon, c’mon now,” urged the Leprechaun, “I’m wanting to know if I did a good job. How many times a week?”
Blushing even more, the golfer looks around then whispers, “Once, sometimes twice a week.”
“What??” responds the Leprechaun in shock. “That’s all? Only once or twice a week?”
“Well,” says the golfer, “I figure that’s not bad for a Catholic priest in a small town!”
David Miller and the City of Toronto kicked off Pride week here by raising the rainbow flag up in Nathan Phillips Square yesterday.
I often hear people tell me how much they hate Pride, because it’s too crowded, commercialized, stereotypical, “insert excuse here”.
I only came out to myself around the age of 28. I’m 35 now. I think I had been aware for a few years prior that I was at the very least, bi…. but hadn’t really been able to focus my thoughts and actually give it a name. I just knew it to be wrong.
Growing up in the 70-80’s and being beaten, humiliated, ostracised, my personal property as well as my parents vandalized, led me to deeply bury whatever notions I may have had about myself.
It was only when I moved away from Montreal, and started over here in Toronto, that I began exploring and to discover who I really was. It’s seven years later, and I’m still coming to terms with some stuff.
Intimacy/sex is a major one. I wasn’t sexually active as a youth, and the few relationships I had, with girls, never progressed beyond the best buddies stage (duh, you think I would have clued in there). So I was never really prepared for how much sex is linked to, at least, the gay part of the LGBTQ community, but let’s not get into that.
What I did learn was to like myself for who I was, to stop hiding, and just accept. It’s easy here in Toronto, and now when I go back to Montreal, I don’t live in fear either, of what people may think. But what about the smaller communities, that may not have well established LGBTQ communities, and no outlet for people to be themselves? Are these individuals doomed to download gay porn or surf gay chat lines so that they can link up quietly with other individuals? To pretend to be something they’re not so that they can just get through the days?
Canada has now celebrated it’s 3rd anniversary of gay marriage. On June 10th, 2003 Ontario made marriage available to anyone, no matter their sexual preference. The rest of Canada’s provinces have since followed in those steps, but that doesn’t mean that the fight for acceptance isn’t over.
There are a lot of places where being LGBTQ just isn’t talked about yet, outside the major metropolises. For these people, Pride isn’t about the big Unity-type parties, or getting laid. It’s about being allowed to celebrate themselves, even if it’s only for one day.
In London, Ontario, which does have a Pride parade, the onlookers are separated from the parade by a fence that’s been put up along the side walk, just in case some rowdies decide to storm the floats of people just having a good time.
In China, a number of gay websites have been shut down. There are an estimated 48 million LGBTQ people there, and regretfully little is being done to help them in stopping their isolation and coming out. China is also woefully behind the time when it comes to addressing the prevention of HIV.
Approximately 35% of gay teens attempt suicide before coming out in North America.
Pope Benedict and the Roman Catholic church, are still spewing their filth that allowing us marriage or the right to adopt is a sin. Because of Rome’s proximity to Italy, it’s recently elected leftist government may decide to backtrack on their electoral promise of bringing to the table the right for LGBTQ marriage.
Here in North Am, there are portents indicating that there may be a theological war, as many Catholics and Clergy disagree with Rome’s stance. The end results may wind up being similar as to what’s going on with the Episcopalians and Anglican church.
In New York City, Kevin Aviance, a popular drag queen, was beaten horribly by four individuals, one of them 16 years old.
in 2002, Gwen Araujo, a transgendered teen, was beaten to death by some “friends” when it was discovered she was previously male.
There are a million other tragic stories, and more, occurring daily.
This is why we should celebrate Pride. It is defiance of those that want to push us back into the closet, or into an early grave, and to give hope to those who have yet to come to love themselves just for being who they are.
Forget about the commercialism and crowds. If that bothers you, grab your car or bus and go and celebrate Pride in one of the smaller rural communities instead. Stop being such cynics and remember that if it weren’t for Stonewall and a bunch of drag queens, you wouldn’t have the guts to even have that cynicism.
Me, I going to celebrate this year by being in the Pride Parade Sunday, on the TCHC float. Seven years ago, I couldn’t walk around without wondering what people were thinking of me. Now, I’m going to be in front of close to a million.
As a tenant rep, I represent a wide range of people in my building. One of these groups is the Asian community. Last month was Asian Heritage Month. I decided to volunteer and help out Community Housing put on our own celebration commemorating the valuable contributions all Asians have made to our society and world.
Anyhow, we (C.H.U.25 & C.H.U.10) focused on 6 countries as part of our event, and for the past month we have been getting everything arranged. We titled it Celebr-Asian: A Taste of Asia, and we had a sampling of foods from the selected countries. There were SO many types, and I wish I could remember them all. We had dancers from the Philippines, a Chinese choir, and I had made arrangements to have Vincent Ng from the Chinese Cultural Centre of Toronto. We had expected a turn-out of maybe 50-60 people to be there. We could not have been more wrong
Heck, there were 50 before we opened the doors, by the time we started to serve the food, there must have been almost 200. We couldn’t serve them fast enough, all the while trying to cut the finger sized servings we had ordered into smaller portions, so that everyone could try a piece.
The event was an overall success. I had a lot of fun, got to meet a wide variety of people, including the Ambassador of Taipei. I felt useful again. This more than anything else is why I became a tenant rep. What a great feeling.