Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts

Monday, February 15, 2010

Goodbye Canada


One week ago I left Canada for Australia.

In my last week of canadian-hood, I was running around trying to see my friends as much as possible. The theory was that if we saw each other enough, we'd get sick of one-another, therefore making my continental absence for 10 months okay a little less noticeable. It didn't work - seeing so many people over such a short period made me want to hangout even more.

Tim, Mike, Xav, Liz, Kieran each got their individual moments with me. In each respective case, we just hung out their apartments. It was great.

I also had a party downtown, with over 30 friends and acquaintances showing up. The night was amazing, albeit my memory is disappointingly fuzzy. Everyone was feeding me drinks, so my brain sort of cut out around 1am. I do have a great image of sitting in a taxi, with Mike and Mike's Girlfriend of either of my sides, with Mike's Girlfriend holding her purse open in front of me saying:

"Ìf you need to puke, just do it in my purse."

She's a definitely a keeper.


Alicia and I confirmed the details of my arrival in Sydney. I'll be staying with her for a bit, and probably intermittently, while I'm in Australia. We're both incredibly excited to hangout together, as we used to do back when she lived in Montreal.


My last full day in this city was spent at home with family. We didn't do anything, but talk and hangout. Mom and Dad were mostly reminiscing of when they had gone on long trips. For my Dad, it's when he left England to attend grad school in Canada. He accentuated how he never actually went back home. My Mom spoke about he backpacking trips in Europe. She insisted, while holding back some tears in her eyes, that we needed to stay in touch otherwise she feels like we would lose the closeness we had developed since I moved back home.

They both agreed that it's going to very different at home, without me.

The morning of my flight, they both brought me to the airport and waited with me as I got the tickets and checked my bags. They walked me to the customs door, where only people boarding flgiths could continue. We hugged. I looked my Mom in the eyes and she started crying. I don't consider my self a crier, well not at least infront of others, but I started crying too.

Then I walked away and tried not to be sad - since I'm starting an amazing experience. It somewhat worked.

Friday, August 7, 2009

On Gayness and Swedes

Every summer, a Swedish friend of ours jumps on a plane headed for Montreal to visit his sister, brother-in-law, nieces/nephew, cousin and us for a month or two. We first met him about 5 years ago through his cousin (a.k.a. one of our friends) at a big weekend party. Since that first party, he's become a regular in the gang when he's in the country.

Oh Sweden - the land of hot blonds (and brunettes!) and vikings

Although his English is freaking amazing for anyone who learns it as a second language, he sometimes has these weird ways of acting or reacting. I've always assumed these oddities are related to the differences between our culture (that of the general people in Montreal/Quebec or Canada+US) and that in Sweden. I know some of his jokes and expressions are definitely lost in translation...

Soon after the first party, so many years ago when we got to know him, the question came up: do you think he's gay? No - I didn't ask the question first. I'm pretty sure it was probably Mike. None of us were particularly sure. He never mentioned any women in stories or him finding anyone particularly hot. Mike seemed convinced of the Yes-he's-gay answer. Xav agreed with Mike, on the lines of "I felt like he was looking at me too deeply, as if he was checking me out sometimes". I was actually on the No side with the reasoning "He's not gay, he's European!" (Sorry to any Euros reading this, but from an American/Canada standpoint a lot of physical mannerisms and styles Europeans tend to come off as stereotypically gay from our perspective. If it makes you feel better though, most people in Montreal come off as gay to non-Quebecois, for the same reasoning...). Tim took my side with the Not-gay point too.

For years we lightly joked about the possibility. We conveniently ignored the fact that he has accidentally filmed his female cousin skinny dipping and running around naked (Note: His cousin, Kieran and I initiated the streaking), although I think that relates more to the blood-relation factor than the ruining-our-gay-joke-suspicions.

This summer came round and the Swede was back here again. The big weekend summer party happened again. New faces at the party joined in on the joke and took the Not-Gay and Gay sides. It seemed like the two sides would be at a stalemate, but the Swede had something else in mind.

On the first night, we taking cover in the cabin from the rain and wind. I was in the main room, sitting crossed-legged on a bed, whilst talking to a group of people, the Swede included. We had already drank plenty by then. The Swede casually walked over to me, sat directly in my lap, while leaning on me. I put my arm around his side, even though I was adamantly chanting in my head:

"DON'T GET A BONER. DON'T GET A BONER. DON'T GET A BONER."

I suppose denial is powerful force in me, because I still kind of stuck to the Not-Gay opinion. Maybe all Swedish men sit in each others' laps - how would I know!? He got up after a few minutes and I, nor anyone, said anything about it...well, at least not that weekend. The Gay side gained a few more supporters.

Fast forward two week later: a big group of us are enjoying socializing in a bar. I'm chatting with some friends at a table, the Swede included. He's sitting on a stool and I'm standing next to him. He casually pulls me closer so that I'm sitting on me. The Not-Gay side officially loses all support.

A few of my friends suggested I should have hooked up with him, but I really wasn't interested. Why might you ask? Like I've said, I'm all for hook-ups, but I just got the odd impression that he would become romantically attached to me somehow. Again, maybe its the lost-in-Swedish-translation thing again but I got the feeling that I would become his focus whilst he was in Canada, this year and maybe futures ones when he came back for the summer. I just didn't want to chance ruining a friendship by having to intentionally distancing myself from him.

A small part of me does think I should have just said "fuck it" and made out with him though.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

No Class at Osheaga

Nothing says class like buying a small bottle of whiskey and shoving into your crotch to smuggle it into a music festival. The festival organisers are asking for this though: if they're gonna make me pay 5.50$ for less-than-a-bottle of crappy beer, I think it's okay for me to do that. Maybe the group of women, who saw me stick my hand shamelessly and completely down into my junk to retrieve the bottle after clearing security, were a bit shocked, but I'll forgive them. We all need to make allowances, right?

PS: Prodige are my most favorite briefs ever.

On a different note, if Girl Talk ever makes its way to where you live, buy tickets. He (no, I have no idea why he chose the name Girl Talk) is the most phenomenal live act. It was completely worth skipping over live ColdPlay to see him. The entire hour+ was just a wild dancefest, with the audience dancing on-stage, giant inflatable beach balls, confetti, inflattable tubes, toilet paper, exploding balls with money (yes, real money) and fireworks in every direction. Two days after the festival, my body still physically hurts from the amount of funk that was coarsing through it and being released as body gyrations.


And for another complete shift in post direction:

Awww, Liz still luvs me.


Awww, Oldest Brother was briefly in town and still loves making fake smiles when I try to take his photo.


Awww, Mike & Mike's Girlfriend are cute - though even better: he's actually regularly & often appearing in our lives again!

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Things A Changing

I've put off writing about this, because it's hard to really express it in any sort of concrete way. Because of the foot/feet injury, I've been progressively thinking about it more and more, so the right words are only really coming to me now. To put it simply: my friends, and I, are changing.

For the last 6 months, my circle of friends and relationships have been shifting. This change in paradigm isn't so much due to me, per se, but due to everyone who makes up my network of friends. Each person plays their own little part in this.

This sort of situation comes as no surprise to anyone older than myself. For those older folks (old being a relative word to my age of 23), they can look back and hopefully see that their personalities have changed from when they were in high school, to university/college, to fresh into the workforce and on. It's funny to think that at a given, immediate moment, you never really imagine that you will be different in 2 or 3 years: your preferences, your hopes and your interests. But that's just how living is. As you change, so do the things you do. Things you once had in common with others disappear, and it slowly (or maybe quickly) becomes obvious that you don't want to see those previous friends anymore.

So it comes down to my friends changing. Some brief examples would be that Tim and Xav have equally become indifferent to seeing Mike. Xav has actually openly said he finds most of our mutual friends to be very boring. Tim, in his part, has said that I'm probably one of his closest friends right now (which oddly enough unsettles me).

My worries start to kick in at this point in the thought process: and then there's me changing. I've noticed the number of people I would call-up to hang out one-on-one, without any second thought, is shrinking. Some people just don't interest me anymore; the lines of our lives are diverging. As Xav said, the love of some peoples' lives now disinterest me. I have many acquaintances, that I thoroughly enjoy seeing and having fun with, but I don't consider them good friends. To put it a different way: I have many Group Friends but fewer One-on-One friends.

To rectify this developing problem, I need to add some new connections in my network of friends. I don't need to strengthen some old/weak connections, but form new ones altogether. I need to meet new people, that don't already know my friends; fresh blood, if you will.

Over the next year, there may well be a change in my current good friends. Tim, you're great, but sitting around your uncomfortable apartment is boring. Kieran, you're awesome, but you need to actually go out at night some times. Xav, I always have the most original and fun times with you, but you need to try and be social with my friends. Alicia: leave Australia. Liz: stay the way you are. Mike: I still consider you a friend, but you are essentially just an acquaintance now.

This summer will hopefully see me trying new stuff and hopefully meeting new people.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

New Friends?

New Lesbian Friend: Next time I go out with my girls, you should come. We'll help to introduce you to some nice guys.

Oh shit that's cool, if it happens...but wait, should I let her know that every lesbian I've known immediately ends up hating me...
...No, I shouldn't. She's cool maybe it won't turn out like all the others....
...Quick, smile. She's waiting for a response! Look polite and excited by the idea....don't scare her away...quick Thomas, respond!

Me: I'd love that. Just to warn you though, I'm like the most awkward person ever though...like, it's impressive. Everyone thinks I'm either awkward or hitting on them - I'm just that amazing,

Nice Thomas, nice and smooth...good ol' foot in the door.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Bring It All Together

As of late, I'm been feeling like Mike and I have been drifting further and further apart as friends. By coincidence, tonight led us to hangout, amongst a groups of friends, without "the usual chaperons of Tim and Xav".

We had the chance to speak about ourselves, call each-other out on minor misgivings and then chat about the going-ons about our greater-groups: urgh, we both disapprove of Keiran and Tim moving in with their respective girlfriends, after it being very clear their women have serious problems and that this is only going to end in horror: Tim has been dating his girlfriend (who I admittedly luv) for about 3 months, and now they've moved in together. Keiran has been seeing his girlfriend for about 1 year, assuming you discount the 3 times she broke up with him - which means their on-off relationship has been extending for 2 years. Man, how do I let my friend do this to themselves...

Then we ate delicious, delicious poutine.

I feel like everything is a little better between us.

Looking Back

Mike: "Remember back in highschool, when you passed my chemistry exam for me?"

Me: "Haha, Oh ya..."

Mike decided that this was a good time to recount this story to the group of friends:

So [Friend] and I are sitting in a classroom on our own, trying to do the make-up exam to pass the chemistry course. We're both really bad in Grade 11 chemistry (Quebec students graduate from highschool at Grade 11) and we had no idea what to write on the exam we were given.

Thomas then walks into the classroom. He knows we're doing our final tests and there isn't any teacher supervision so he essentially decides to do the test for us. (Chemistry and highschool in general for me were really easy). So he starts listing off the answers in sentences, for us to copy down as he says them.

Our teacher, Mrs. [Teacher], then walks in and sees us two and Thomas. She looks over at him and asks if he's helping us on our tests - Thomas looks over at her confused and says that he wouldn't help us cheat. He then walks over to some containers of magnesium strips and tells her he was just playing around with he chemistry supplies, since it was the last day of classes.... Maybe she bought the excuse or maybe she could have just given less of a fuck (she was pretty awesome that way) but she walks out to another class.
While trying to light magnesium stripes on fire (Ow, my retinas!) Thomas then goes back to dictating the answers to the tests' questions. Because of Thomas, [Friend] and I both managed to pass chemistry.

My reply:

Me: "Hehehe, I'm awesome!"

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Wet Dreams

Groups of friends should instigate more dinner parties. I'm talking about the make-the-food-at-home and invite everyone over, so talk, drink, eat and laugh together for an evening. I feel really good that mine went so well yesterday.

Here's the best comment of the night:

Tim: You think that's awkward? You don't know awkward! I still have wet-dreams! I am a 23 year old grown man, and I get wet dreams! In fact, when I was in Vancouver with my family this fall and we shared a bed one night, I had a wet dream. So in the middle of the night I had semen going down my leg, while sharing a bed with my Mom and sister. YOU DON'T KNOW AWKWARD AT ALL!

Mike: !!!
Liz: !!!
Xav: !!!
Me: !!!
[Mike's and Tim's Girlfriends]: !!!

All of us: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Friday, February 27, 2009

I Can't Wait

This weekend's is my friend's winter party up at her cottage.

The summer party is complete madness. The winter one won't be as good, 'cause of the cold, but it will still be amazing.

I am going to drink so much and smoke so much shisha (aka hookah).

Part of me feels like going absolutely nuts, of course the other part of me is weary up me letting go of all my inhibitions, so that the asshole in me gets free (think back to 2 posts ago).

Oh well, I guess we'll see!

With this crowd, I'm gonna take tones of pictures.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Watch and Don't Learn

What makes a good friend is that even when you try to steer the ones you care about in the right direction, and then they go off course, you're still there to get them going the right way again.

Knowing this though, it's still so frustrating to see these people I care about make such poor decisions, in my opinion. It's not just once or twice - for the same type of situation, these people consistently make the same mistake over and over.

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When it comes to relationships, Kieran is like a superhero: he constantly searches for women that have problems and need saving. It's no secret to any of us: Kieran needs to feel needed.
Since these women have such serious issues, they inevitably lash out at people, in particular Kieran. The person he is in a relationship is both what keeps him down and what keeps him going.

This week, I covered a work-meeting for Kieran because he went to checkout a new potential apartment, for himself and his girlfriend. He's going to leave his current 2 relaxed roommates prematurely, to move in with his girlfriend of 6 months. Oh yes, let me also mention that his girlfriend has previous broken up with him 3 times before. Only once in the last 6 months though.

Moving on...

A lady-friend of mine met a guy a few years ago. Although he constantly yelled at her all the time, and was generally a misogynistic pig, she fell in love with him after 6 months. Our greater group of friends banded together in hate of him. We held a quasi-intervention, so that she realized how we all felt. The two broke up for a short period, but later got back together. In all honesty, the guy's behaviour and attitude improved. Even after 1 year of dating, when they decided to get engaged and "accidentally" have a baby, I was genuinely warming up to him.

4 months after giving birth, my friend decided to break up with the guy. He lacks ambition, was the main reason.

A few months after the break up, she has found her "soul mate" in Philadelphia and commutes down every 2nd week to visit him. She attempted to get early acceptance to a university in Philly, so as to be near her new love as much as possible. She decided she would even move in with him after 6 months of dating. Of course, she felt the baby was fine staying back here in Montreal, with her parents and the father. Who cares is she would only see him during summer break, she's in love...

Moving On...

Remember Mike? I'd be surprised if you do, because I almost never mention him. He's just never around, because he practically doesn't see anyone apart from his girlfriend these days. Tim Xav and I, his 3 closest friends, had a conversation about him the other week. Xav declared his friendship to Mike to be essentially dead. Myself and Tim took the neutral point of view that Mike is just being stupid and lazy. He makes no effort and assumes everything stays normal.

Mike sent us all a message to go out this Friday. I already know the reason why - his girlfriend went to New York for the weekend. Xav and my immediate response was "Sorry buddy, we're busy". In Montreal, buddy, or bud, are not terms of affection. We did have genuinely other plans, which Mike obviously knew nothing of since we haven't spoken to him (in person, by phone or over Facebook) in more than a month.

We all found a better suited time to meet up though. We know Mike isn't going to change any time soon, and we've accepted that we don't know how many more times him and his girlfriend will separate for a weekend.

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I try to make them realize they shouldn't do some of these particular things, but they're convinced they've thought it out for the best. As long as I've said what I thought, all I can do is sit back and see how it goes.

I like to think that they can keep their cool as well, when I follow my path down to that same mistake, just like them. I'm not kidding myself here, I know I'm probably just like them.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

You're Gay

Maybe I should be bothered (or enraged!) by this, but they are my close friends so we can say anything to each other. Maybe I should be more enlightened and not so stereotypical? Whatever. I don't feel like anything, regardless how taboo or inappropriate, should be unsaid. We also drank lots of Pabs (hispterdom, here I come!)...also I am probably drunk while typing this....HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI:

Me: I've kissed women. It wasn't that great. The last time was when [a girl's name] was drunk and wanted to makeout. I assume she wanted me to do everything cuz I'm the guy...

I'm interrupted -
Tim: See! Thomas is bisexual! He enjoys doing stuff with men and women!

Me: Um, I don't think it work like that...

I'm interrupted again -
Xav: See, I've never really felt the need to have a big ol' cock in my mouth, stabbing me in the back of the throat. Call me crazy, but...

Me: I probably wouldn't say this to other people, but honestly I really like feel of having a cock in my mouth...

I'm interrupted again x 2 -
Tim: Ok, clearly this is proof that Xav and I are straight and you are gay!

Me: What the fuck! Come on, physical skin-on-skin does not mean someone is gay or not. I'm sure that if you got a blowjob, with your eyes closed, you would still get a hard on whether it's a guy or girl. Sex doesn't matter, just whether your body reacts or..

I'm interrupted x 3 -
Tim: - You're gay! You're gay!

Xav: - You're gay You're gay!

Me: Oh god, you're both morons...

Tim & Xav together: You're gay! You're gay!

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Some time passes, and we're walking to meet up with some friends at the a bar. Maybe I am tipsy - maybe not.

Xav: I'm not going to sleep with some girl if I don't feel like I could have a real relationship with her...

I interrupt -
Me: - You're gay! You're gay!

Xav: what? that doesn't make sense...

I interrupt x 2 -
Me: You're gay! You're gay!

Tim: No, I understand. Since meeting [my girlfriend], I feel so different about sex and how I I approach the situation with her...

I interrupt x 3 -
Me: You're gay! You're gay!

Xav: You make no sense!

Me: HAHA! How do you like it now, Bitches!



Final Note: HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Lots of Crotches

About a year and a half ago, Alicia started her own little photography project. I don't know why this came into being, but the project consists of her taking individual photos of her friends' crotches. Each picture goes from the person's stomach to whatever part of their legs or feet that fit in. Each person cannot be wearing pants.

Alicia's quasi-boyfriend...he didn't want his wang showing

I really have absolutely no idea why she thought of this or why she decided it was a good idea with which to follow-through, but she has shown me her collection thus far and it's actually pretty cool. Lots' O' Crotches. Each person seems to do their own this stance or pose, so each one looks very different. Obviously, everyone wears their own styles of underwear as well, which adds to variety.

I love this, because it kinds looks like this girl has a penis

She took my picture one evening when she pulled me away from the main room of a party, devoted to a sham-wedding. I wore my average ol'boxers of the time, along with my ever-so-fancy/ultra-ugly shirt to commemorate the fake marriage and cake-eating. As I recall, my oldest brother gave it to me for Christmas, a few years ago, saying "I saw this shirt and thought it was so damn ugly that I had to get it for someone - so here". Thanks oldest brother.

My legs are SO not that skinny anymore...or at least I think

So why am I recounting this? Well, every time I think of underwear (which, I don't know...happens on the occasion...) two things come into my mind: Number 1 is Alicia's future wall full of pictures of crotches & underwear. Number 2 is of how I hate Little Boy underwear.

What do I mean by Little Boy underwear? Well, those tightey-whiteys, that aren't necessarily actually white, that are ULTRA tight and have become some sort of fashion item or sexy/fetish apparel? American Apparel anyone? Ginch Gonch? Ya, those.

I HATE 'EM.
Ok, ok...maybe that's too strong of an expression. I definitely don't hate them as much as being called a pet name.

This is how it makes sense in my head:
The image of an adult (anyone above 18) wearing tight little underwear = makes me think of 6 year olds, who are actually meant to wear said underwear = which then mentally links the idea of adults and little kids = which is automatically translated to pedophilia.

So to me, Little Boy underwear = pedophilia.

Obviously, that's not true. But I can't help but think that. The last time I saw some 20-something year old guy at a gay club wearing only Little Boy underwear, who then said to me "Don't I look seeeeexxxxxxyyyy?", made me want to vomit everywhere. Well, not literally, but almost. "OH FUCK NO", was probably my drunken reply to him.

I suppose in reality, it's all really a sliding scale. Not all Little Boy underwear creeps me out. Let's say if the colour is completely black, I'll probably think it looks hot. Ya, the actual guy wearing the underwear would also sway me. Example of said exception: below


I'd say my favorite general type of underwear would be the boxer-briefs. Nothing can go wrong with those! The butt and crotch look so great with them AND the person (a.k.a. me) can walk around all their friends and family without worrying about their junk accidentally falling out. Boxer-briefs are slowing replacing my collection of boxers.

So there we have it.

Recap:
Little Boy underwear = bad.
Sham wedding = good.
Briefs = better.
Alicia's crotch photo collection = amazing.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Queue Leu Leu


Yesterday was a great night. An acquaintance had her birthday at this awesome bar in Old Montreal. The theme of the place is that everyone gets up onto the tables and benches to dance their heart outs. There`s a catwalk-style stage going through the center for people to jump up on as well. The more people there are up on the tables, getting their shimmy on, the more likely the MC comes over to you with free beer.


It`s safe to say the birthday girl, Xav, Tim, Mike, Mike's Girlfriend, Liz, myself and friends annihilated our poor livers with beer, while gyrating our hips in every direction on the floor, on top of tables and on stage. Every other person in the bar was going just as wild as us, so beer was constantly getting spilt over people and it wasn't uncommon to see someone slip and fall off a table. The great part is that each time someone took a dive, they just stood right back up, not worried about it and went back to dancing.

So although the below picture does make the place seem like a male strip joint, it in fact was not.

Without a doubt, I am the best/most awkward drunk, skinny guy dancer. I love it.


Music-wise, the bar is more of a traditional French-Canadian place, so they mix in Quebecois folk songs with the standard popular music. Although I don't know many French songs, nor was I in a mental state to remember some of the unknown songs blaring through the speakers last night, when Ça fait rire les oiseaux came on I went wild with the rest of the bar.

Ça fait rir' les oiseaux.
Ça fait chanter les abeilles.
Ça chasse les nuages
Et fait briller le soleil.
Ça fait rir' les oiseaux
Et danser les écureuils.
Ça rajoute des couleurs
Aux couleurs de l'arc-en-ciel.

Ça fait rire les oiseaux,
Oooooh, oooooh, ooooooh - rir' les oiseaux
Ça fait rire les oiseaux,
Oooooh, oooooh, ooooooh - rir' les oiseaux.

It's really the quintessential Quebec song, that is familiar to every person from this province. Everyone always joins in to sing it too, possibly because the law stipulates we have to. Don't quote me on that one though.

Feel free to copy/paste the song into google translation, if you'd like. The words are actually really stupid, but that doesn't stop the fact that the song is amazing. There's no real music video for it, but I did manage to find a random primary school concert video on YouTube, that features the song. Watch 5 year olds, dressed as bees, dance around on stage to the song!



Amazing.

The hot guy from New Years was also there. Looking back at the pictures I took from last night, clearly the drunk me really likes him since he's in most of the photos. Too bad he's very straight. Damn cute, funny, friendly straight people.


By the time we left at 3am, we all stunk of sweat, split beer and joy.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Catching Up

Alicia: “Thomas, you need gay friends”

Me: “I know... I’m trying. I just haven’t met anyone with whom I can relate beyond the fact that we’re both gay.

Alicia: “I don’t understand. You always get along with so well with my friends that you meet. They all love you. How come you don’t meet awesome people like this?”

Me: “I don’t know! I just don’t! It’s not like I’m not trying!....................This is hard on me, ya know. I try and it doesn't work out. [Ex-roomie] was the closest gay friend I ever had, and in the end we had nothing in common.”

Alicia: “I always thought [ex-roomie] was weird. He wasn’t a good person to know.

Alicia: "Thomas, you deserve to be happy.”

Me: “Heh...ya I do.”



This is why I miss Alicia and this is why I had such a good time hanging out with her in DC last week. We went absolutely nowhere and I saw almost nothing at all while I was there. Ya know what? That's exactly what I had hoped to do too. Pretty much the entire time was us just hanging out in her family's home or in her friend's apartment.


We spoke - about the good things and the bad things, the funny things we've seen and done, along with the things we need to do and hope will come to us over this next year. It felt like we were still the same two people, just as we were last year when she left. Circumstance are now different, but we're still the same and our friendship is just as strong.

It was good.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Poutinukkah

My friends and I celebrate a lesser-known holiday at this time of year. With the powerhouses of Christmas and New Years, it's all too easy to ignore this day. Many people might think I'm talking about Hanukkah, which is a common mistake. Although this holy day does owe its roots to the Jewish tradition, it's central meaning is derived from its blending with Québécois (a.k.a. Quebec - the greatest Canadian province ever) culture. This holiday I speak of is called Poutinukkah.


This great religious day owes its formation to the melting pot of traditional Jewish celebration and French-Canadian culinary delight, along with a dash of open-minded humour and alcohol. Poutinukkah is a day where friends come together, to light the traditional Poutinukkah menorah candles and celebrate the joys of life, while force-feeding themselves large amount of the holy poutine. An evening of revelry and good-times continues into the night, as friends make open bets upon what the future has in store for their friends. All is done in good/horrible taste.


In case you you are unfamiliar, poutine is a traditional Québécois dish, of french fried, gravy and cheese curds. Don't let this heart-attack-on-a-plate fool you: it is a gift from the French-speaking Poutinukkah Gods. While containing enough calories fit for 7 person, it emboddies the Québécois zest for indulgence and fun. Don't bash it till you try it.



Yesterday was no dissapointment to the Poutinukkah tradition. We had our token Jew say the Hebrew prayer, as the candles were lit and then we feasted. I had some good natured bets to declare. To make sure all statements are remembered, they must be written down and safely stored in the holy vessel, known as Future Dog. Once a year, on Poutinukkah, Future Dog can be reopened and the bets verified. But until that day, it remains in a safe location, away from those who might want to desecrate the holy relic.


Although this holiday has only existed for about 15 years, its regional celebration is sky-rocketing. I hope it will soon spread outside of Montreal and hopefully become a provincial holiday.

Look at those devout Poutinukkah followers - they are the pioneers.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The Day It Stopped and the Day I Started


If you think waayyyyyyyy back to the beginning of my blog, I mentioned that I used to periodically get, what I call, intense depressive attacks. I suffered these episodes from about the ages of 17 to 22 and they happened every one to three weeks, or so. I attempted to describe what I felt exactly during these episodes in this post. I don't know what any of you think of it, but I am very proud and really like how I stylistically wrote that old post.

That 17 to 22 age range is a relevant number. The age of 17 corresponds to when I first started, ever so slightly, to not bury away my gayness deep-down inside of me. If you recall, that's when I first started CEGEP and began testing the potential for coming-out to my new friends. The age of 22, on the other hand, corresponds to the day when I finally had an epiphany. This post is about that moment of clarity.

Let us first backtrack to an evening in February of 2008 (about 1 year ago), the day before the conversation that led to this epiphany. That night I had a depressive attack. I pretty much stayed in my room the whole night. The episode was just like the others: untrue thoughts and irrational feelings, that in the moment felt like indubitable truths. I felt intense sadness and fear over the fact that I knew my family would erase me from their memory when they discovered I was gay. At the same time, there was so much rage inside me because I knew my closest of friends didn't respect me and could never accept me for who I really am. As a whole, I knew I was the only person who was like this and that somehow this was a well-deserved punishment. For this time, the outside world didn't exist; I was alone, as I brooded and wallowed in my emotions and teary eyes.

There's no real point of getting into the nonsense of that above stuff now, because it's only in the deluded, depressive moments that any of that could make perfect sense.

Let's now fast forward to the next day, when I'm sitting in a car with Fiona and another friend. We had just finished catching lunch together. Our mutual other friend was giving us both a lift back to our respective homes.

The event of the night before was still in my mind. The intensity, the emotions, and, surprisingly, the awareness that I shouldn't be thinking like that. Up until then, I had never really mentioned my depressive attacks before to anyone, but I wanted to say something to get some opinions over something I thought I needed.

Me: I don't know really know how to say any of this... There have been these things bothering me lately...and I don't like it. I get into these sort of mini depressions. I know it's not normal and I'm tired of feeling like this. I think I want to see a psychologist or psychiatrist so that I can get some help.

This was definitely a new situation for myself, the driver and the other passenger in the car. I wasn't sure how to express my thoughts, without exploding out at all of them all at once and I know that neither Fiona or our other friend was used to me saying something like this.

The friend who was driving, decided to pull the car over to the parking lane and turn to look at me. Don't let her nameless status typecast her as unimportant in this memory, because he words are key.

Friend: Do you really feel that your problems are so bad that you really can't speak to any of your friends and instead need to seek out a stranger?

That is the moment when it hit me.

I was always reserved about my sexuality and problems. From the first time I came-out, to the last person to know. The vast majority of times that I spoke about any related topic to homosexuality, it was always others asking me questions and me trying to find the words to describe what I felt. Don't get me wrong, I made lots of progress over the years, with different people, but I was always holding myself back. For 5 years, my friends were always having to fish out answers from me. At the same time, the resounding things that many of them told me was always along the lines of I'm Okay with who you are and I just want to know you. From Fiona, to Liz, to Alicia, to Tim, to Xav, to Mike and to countless others who's names I have never said. All they wanted was for me to be comfortable in my body and to just share my worries, likes and musings in relation to my gayness. Whether laughing over the awkward moment I had with a crush or consoling my worries about my family, the only thing they had asked me to do was tell them.

It wasn't this specific friend that made the difference, but her words put the final Click into my mind: I just need to talk with my friends.

So for the first time, in that car, I talked about my depressive attacks. I told them how insane each episode felt and how it did mirror my real fears. And then I spoke to them about other problems I had been having recently. And then I told them about the awkward and hilarious hook-up I had before Christmas. And then I told them about anything else I had held back.

And then when I got home, I found Alicia online and I retold her everything that was said in the car. And later that night, I met up with Xav, Tim and Mike and told them all as well.

Since the epiphany that day, I've never had another depressive attack. I still have high days and low days, but I consider those normal. My comfort with sharing my gayness has skyrocketed since that day, because I stopped looking for clear moments when my friends were obviously interested in hearing about "gay things". I don't undercut myself, by thinking that they don't want to hear about this... I just say what I want now, and I know they like to hear about it.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

One last name for the books

All too often I look at my life, past and present, and think that I have things a lot tougher than most people. In reality, this isn't true - it's just part of human nature for me to get caught up in my own struggles. When I think about the situations other people are going through, I can be quick to say:

That's nothing. They have it easy. He/she just isn't willing to do something that's so clear and easy...
They have no idea what's it's really like to go through....

Again, that's just part of being human. From my perspective, some conflicts can be so unimportant and easily resolved, while from someone else's perspective it can be so hard and confusing. The collective experiences I've had are different from other people's experiences, so what's hard or easy is accordingly different for each of us. If I push myself out of my self-absorbed, Western-centric world, I can easily imagine at least 5 billion people who's lives are incomparably more difficult than mine. Unfortunately, I'm human and most of us have a hard time looking outside ourselves to get that perspective.

You might think I'm going into some sort of guilt trip / let's think about the little people out there, but I'm not. The post is going in a different direction from ... (Aside: I don't think I portray myself correctly in this blog, because in actuality I'm a bastard. I can be very caring but I can also be a complete, self-centered asshole. I really wouldn't bother doing the whole think of the unfortunate people...)

Kieran is one of the very few people, or potentially the only one, whom I feel can understand my collective experiences and difficulties. From my perspective, he has had a tough (and interested) life. I can easily say he has been through more than anyone I know, including myself. We have faced similar, however completely different shit in our lives - think of it as the two opposite sides of the same coin - so different but still complementary. This is the strong basis of our friendship.


Although Kieran was not named before, I have eluded to him twice in this blog. He is one of the friends for whom I got a job at my work. It's his house where we would play video games instead of work. His photo is also at the bottom of that post. He then got two more photo-ops on the blog when I briefly mentioned my past attraction to him.


After being acquaintances with my greater group of friends for a few years, Kieran was brought into the circle soon after I gave him a job. Before then, my friends and I knew and really liked him, but never got close enough to become part of the regular gang. As Alicia, Kieran and myself hung-out via work (or "work"), Kieran and I bonded over our lives.

This, in brief, is what we learned:

We both grew up in loving homes, with both parents and 2 siblings each.

In primary school, I was diagnosed with leukemia (cancer) and spent the next 3 years being treated. For Kieran, life was normal.

In high school, I dealt with being was gay by descending into my ultra-closeted state-of-fear, protection and depression. I slowly mentally pulled myself away from my family, while maintaining a happy face for all to see.
High school for Kieran went as expected for a straight kid who excelled at school and sports, until his sister was diagnosed with cancer. The family would rally around her and her health would fortunately improve with time.

CEGEP would be start of [very] small steps for me accepting my sexuality, although still hiding it from my close friends and family.
For Kieran, CEGEP would be the shit hitting the fan. A walk home from his soccer team's game would end with him being jumped by a bunch of the opposing team's players. They apparently didn't like losing to his team, so they beat the shit out of him, putting him into a coma for a few days and forcing him to stay lying down for 3 months.
A year after that event, Kieran's mom would be diagnosed with breast cancer.

Entering university, his mom's health would steadily decline. As the unifying force and support in Kieran's family, his mom's sickness would cause a collapse in the lives of Kieran's sisters and father, along with his own. Kieran would try to take her place, but it would be too much. His sisters and father would each develop their own type of depression and problems. It would only worsen, when in first year of university Kieran's mom died.

Leading up to today, every month has been a trial for Kieran since he effectively became a parent to his two sisters and father.
Kieran's dad went deeper into depression and combined that with heavy drinking. Who knows what's gone through Kieran's dad's mind, but he has become deluded. He sold their family home and moved to the country, to get away from his kids, memories and be left alone. Back in highschool, it became apparent to Kieran, his mom and sisters that their dad was also gay - since there were plenty of unusual web browser entries - so that is likely to be connected into Kieran's father's psychoses.
All on their own, Kieran's sisters had only Kieran for help. Conversations by phone with their father would only end in abusive yelling. Although one sister has steadily gotten onto her feet and is starting to take control of her life, the other sister has always felt like she never fit in with the people around her. Like her dad, it's obvious she also has some deep rooted problem, which culminated this past summer with her attempted suicide by swallowing whatever pills she could get her hands on.

By comparison, my life has been smooth sailing. Just about all my friends know I'm gay and I've become incredibly comfortable with myself. I'm still afraid of how my family will take, some day when I tell them, and paradoxically I also have this internalized fear that I just don't care much about any of them. Oddly enough over the last few weeks I've felt increasing anger toward them, but that's a topic for somewhere else.

Clearly, Kieran's life and my life have not walked in each others' paths, however, like I said before, they've been reflection on the similar events, just from a different angle: The cancer, homosexuality, losing family and trying to keep them together. My sections of the blurb are short just because this blog has gone through them enough already. I could go into much greater detail about Kieran and his family, but the post has already gotten long enough.

People bond over mutual struggles and that is what Kieran and I have done. It's a comfort to speak with someone who has gone through so many things that could easily mentally destabilize anyone. I've spoken with him over moments when he's hitting the ground hard, but he always manages to come back. The loss of his mom, and essential loss of his dad is tough but he seems to be tougher. He has listened to my problems with my family and is always capable of giving a good perspective, that other side of the coin if you will. It's a widely accepted between all our friends that Kieran is the one person you can always count one when in need. I hope that I can one day been seen in such high regard as him.

This is not to say my relationships with Xav, Tim or Mike are weaker, but they really haven't experienced anything difficult in their lives. Obviously, I'm making that mistake that I described at the very beginning of this post by analyzing another's life based on my own experiences, but I just can't help that. As amazing as they are, I don't think life has tested them much just yet.

I guess it's time to bring this to an end.... Kieran, what can I say about him...
Well, he's felt something similar to what I have and I look up to him. I can't really say anymore.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Coming Out to Mike

And then there was one: Mike.

Over the last two posts, I wrote how I came out (or how I was outed) to Tim and Xav. They both took it better than any of my expectations. I'll admit, I tend to be pessimistic with regards to queerness and acceptance of others, but anyway...

When talking about how Tim and Xav found out, I (hopefully) conveyed that I felt let-down by myself. Instead of actually being pro-active and facing my fear of coming-out, I just kept hiding it when it was obvious that they would both find out sooner rather than later. A friend outed me to Tim, by accident, and I didn't even bother being up-front with Xav when I was almost sure he knew. I preferred to let them deal with the confusion and wait for their reactions, instead of just going directly to them and saying it.

Neither of those situation compare to how I acted with regards to Mike. Mike finding out I was gay was the real disappointment in myself. When it happened, Tim had already known I was gay for 1 year and I had confirmed my sexuality with Xav 6 months before. Although we were all really close, I kept Mike in the dark for 6 months longer, even with Tim and Xav on my back to go through with it. Although Mike is one of my closest friends, he was effectively the last friend of mine to not know I was gay. All the insignificant acquaintances and even friends I didn't like so much knew before him. To top it off, like Tim's situation, I waited for Mike to find out from someone else's mouth.

Pole dancing in the metro

From how the conversation was retold to me, it went something like this:

Mike: I think Thomas and Liz might be dating.

Mutual Friend: Haha! Are you joking!?

Mike's Girlfriend: No, really. They're always hanging out alone...

Mutual Friend: He's gay!

Mike: No he's not.

Mutual Friend: Ha, yes he is!

Mike: No.....?

Mutual Friend:....OH SHIT.

Later that night, we were all at a party. Mike and his girlfriend arrived separately from Tim, Xav and I. Mike's girlfriend came and found me almost straight away. She told me that Mike knew I was gay and explained how it happened. She said I needed to talk with him because he was really confused about it all, especially since he had asked a few of our other mutual friends about me maybe being gay. Mike found out that all our friends already knew I was gay but they had just never talked about it (again, the unsaid taboo of talking about my sexuality back then).

Mike and Girlfriend (now ex)

And what did I do when Mike's girlfriend told me this?

Nothing.

I just pretended as if everything was normal, although I did speak a little less to Mike that night. I did care, but I decided to fuck all that and let the situation sort itself out.

And I kept that up for 2 or 3 weeks.

Fast forward to Mike's birthday party at a club 737, on top of one of the downtown skyscrapers. Great night. Really warm outside on the roof, looking out at the city. Lots of booze. We were all super drunk.


Toward the end of the night, Mike sits next to me, plastered out of his mind. He then looks at me and says:

Mike: I know...and I don't understand why you didn't tell me. Everyone knew but me, and... even then you didn't care. I'm OK with you being this...but you should have told me.

Likelihood dictates that he doesn't even remember telling me this since about 20 minutes later he was vomiting everywhere and then passed out.

What he said stuck with me though. The next day, when I could process it all, I felt like shit. I had kept one of my best friends in the dark until he was the last one to know. Mike, the one friend I've known longer than any other friend, was the last. And by at least last by 6 months, to boot.

He's never been the type of person to care much about me being gay or straight. He didn't really have any questions, like Tim and Mike had. He just accepted me as I was and moved on.

It's sad to say that our friendship did suffer. It suffered because he felt like I didn't trust him. I didn't tell him soon after Tim or Xav and even for those 2 or 3 weeks when he wasn't sure what to think, I remained silent. We grew apart for a good year. We still hung out in our gangs, but we never saw each other 1-on-1. We stopped talking my messenger and didn't call each other. Mike is the classic straight guy in that respect - if he's hurt by you, he won't say it. He'll just deal with it and pretend everything is alright, even when it's not.

All of this, I regret. I wish I had the balls to have said it myself, even if it was only as damage-control after my outing. I had 3 chances: I fucked up 2 of them and then I went and ruined the 3rd.

Clearly, there was and still is something I need to learn.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Coming Out to Xav

Continuing from the previous post of Coming Out to Tim, this post will focus on my coming out to Xav. I read over the Tim-post and decided to add some pictures of him - because pictures are fun and he's not exactly bad on the eyes. I'll include some pics here and in the future Mike post, again because they're pretty good looking guys (yes, I'm trying to word the compliment in the straight-guy-way-of-complimenting-other-guys) and pictures make it more fun to read the post.

The positive reaction from Tim, when I was outed to him, would probably encourage most people to then come-out to their other closest friends. They might feel that if one took it so well the others will probably follow suit. Well...I didn't really look at it like that. Even with Tim encouraging, or actually more like reminding me that I need to tell Xav and Mike, I didn't move forward. I was still stuck. Stuck just because I hadn't done anything before, when Tim found out I was gay.

Xav at the remnant of the bus graveyard

Xav, being the eclectic, open-minded, generally relaxed and cool kid that he is, should have been no problem for me to tell. In my conversations with Tim, I told him that I was 50-50 on the fence for whether Xav already thought or knew I was gay. I met Xav in CEGEP, a little before I was outed to my big group of CEGEP friends. Although Xav knew some of those friends from the start, he didn't like most of them. He easily could have heard the rumors, or more like truths, about my sexuality, but his character would automatically make it that he wouldn't be the first to talk about it since part of the rumour/truth is that I was indeed very uncomfortable with myself - he's cool like that.

Tim wondered why I didn't just get to balls to tell Xav. Well, I was afraid. Like with all three of them, I was afraid that things would change. They wouldn't treat me like before and we wouldn't be as close. Pretty much the standard theme of my being closeted.


Anyway, one day I just took the indirect plunge. When surrounded by Tim, Xav and a bunch of friends who already knew I was gay, I dropped obvious gay innuendos when I was sure Xav was listening:

Person: What do you think about [some Hollywood babe]?

Me: Why would I care about her?

I did that for one or two weeks actually. Yep, I took the "never say it directly and assume everything is OK" route. There's nothing particularly bad about that, but when it comes to one of your closest friends, I should have been able to directly say it all.

Anyway, one day when Tim, Xav and I were hanging out on our own, I just looked at Xav and asked:

Me: Did you know I was gay?

Without a pause, Xav just looks at me and responds in his normal relaxed voice.
Xav: Pretty much, ya.

Me: Since when?

Xav: Well, for 2 years whenever guys would talk about women you wouldn't say much. So I just assumed. You seemed pretty awkward about sex and sexuality anyway, so I decided it would be best if I just wait for you to talk to me first about it.

He was right. In highschool, I would bother with all the lying of "I think she's hot" and "Man, I love it when a girl licks right up the shaft", but in CEGEP I just stopped giving a fuck about that.

Me: Oh...OK...

Xav: Don't worry man, I love the gays....wait, I mean I'm not in love with the gays but I love the gays......uh, whatever. You know what I mean.

Me: heh, ya...

The background should be familiar

Obviously, we spent some time then going over the standard homosexuality questions. Tim joined in too, since he had a lot more things to ask. I know he didn't want me to know, but Tim was pretty happy that Xav now officially knew. He could now talk about me being gay with another person who also knew me. There's nothing wrong about it - everyone wants to be able to asks other peoples' opinions about things. I'm sure Tim needed to vent about certain things related to me, however he couldn't say it directly to me.

So another 1/3rd of my anxiety related to my friends reactions to me being gay was gone. Xav acted very much like himself around me and our friends straight from the start. For a time, like with Tim, he would become more comfortable with my queerness more than I would. Of all my friends today, he's also my biggest supporter and avid "Hey, I think you could score with that guy" wingman. As he has said many times since, "I love the gays".

Now only Mike was left.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Coming Out to Tim

Rereading some posts of mine today, I was thinking about my coming-out. To be more specific, it occurs to me that I actually haven't come out of the closet, by my own choice, to many people. The majority of the time, I was either outed (one example here) or I just never bothered to clarify my sexual preference because I didn't feel it necessary. Eventually, the person or people would hear me say something along the lines of "that guy's hot"; they would understand I'm gay and I would bother to review my whole gay-life-story with them.

Much of my apprehension for coming-out to my parents probably stems from me never having taken that plunge with other people that are very important to me. When I first told some friends at CEGEP that I was gay, I was using them more as test subjects because I didn't care for them very much at the time. Even with my three closest friends, Xav, Tim and Mike, I never came-out to any of them. They all fall into the same category "got told by someone else" or "I just never bothered bringing it up and all was fine".

For the rest of this post, I think I'll talk about how my three closest straight guy friends found out I was gay. To start off, I had always meant to tell them myself, but like with my family I cared too much about them to risk losing them. I never felt that push to say the words I am gay. Looking back, I do regret not be courageous enough, especially since it turned out so well in the end. Of course, there's nothing I can do about that now.

Let's start with Tim.


I had originally tried to keep my different groups of friends separate from one-another. My CEGEP friends, and by extension of their friends, all knew I was gay (whether I was comfortable enough or not to talk about it) mainly because I was outed to all of them. For that reason, I tried to keep them separate from my highschool friends (a.k.a. Tim, Mike and others), but as always it was a losing battle: some friends from each group met each other, they got along well and they decided to hang out some more. Most of CEGEP friends generally knew that my sexuality was a taboo subject, so they rarely mentioned it. I slowly grew relaxed about the meeting of CEGEP friends and Tim and Dave since nothing initial went bad, from my point of view.

Into the spring of my first year at university, Tim shared a lab course with a CEGEP friend of mine. One day in class, this friend was listening to some cock-goblin proclaim how he thought gay people were disgusting and should all die, yada yada yada... Being offended that some loser could say that about gay people, included several friends of hers, she decided to yell at him about his fucked up views. For some unknown reason, she decided to list off the names of her gay friends. Naturally, Tim just had to be sitting directly behind her.

Friend: No you're fucked up! Don't you dare say shit like that about my friends Chris or Suzie or Thomas...

Tim: Wait, do you mean Thomas Who Knows?

Friend: Uuuuhhhhhhh

Tim: Thomas is gay!?

My friend then picks up her bag and walks very quickly out of the room, ignoring Tim.

How do I know this? After leaving the class and about 1 hour of my friend frantically calling our mutual friends to find me, she takes me aside and explains the whole situation. Oddly enough, I took the situation pretty well. Having been outed to large groups of people, 1 person didn't seem so bad even though it was Tim. I knew the damage was already done so there was nothing more than to accept it, wait and see. My friend was just glad that I didn't decide to practice my backhand on her.


For a week, everything would be the same between Tim and I. He would call for help for a class and I would pretend I knew nothing.

During the weekend, Tim would give me a lift on our way to a friend's house. During our unusually silent drive, he would park the car before we arrived at our destination. He would then turn to look at me.

Tim: I don't know how to say this and I know this is going to make things awkward, but I don't know how else to do this. I know you're gay.

Me:.......*silence*.....Ya, you're right. This is going to make things awkward.

We would talk briefly about how he found out and how long I knew, but we were both really uncomfortable and didn't want to share much. The rest of that evening was awkward between us, but Tim still gave me a lift home. As I got out of his car, he said:

I was freaked out at first, but it's not like you're any different today than you were 1 week before I knew. We're still friends.

Over the next few months, Tim and I would talk about me being gay from time to time, when no one was around. It was definitely a learning experience. Tim didn't know how to ask the questions he wanted to understand and I didn't even know how to answer them, let alone even express my feelings about it all. Even saying the word "gay" gave me an uncomfortable feeling. It was all very slow progress, but looking back I know this was very important to me. If any of you readers recall the name Alicia, I had yet to really get to know her so I was still very uncomfortable and even scared in my own gay skin.

Tim's Best Halloween costume ever

I had pegged Tim as one of the most homophobic friend I had. He admitted himself that he said some pretty horrible things, but through our talks his views would radically change. He had never met a gay person, so he only had stereotypical assumptions about gays. It wouldn't be too rash to even say he briefly became more comfortable with me being gay than I was.

This post is pretty long, so I think I'll end it suddenly here and talk about Xav and Mike in my next post.