Some may call this need for speed insanity, others call it energy. I’m not sure how I feel because…feelings? Who has time for feelings?
Welcome to the latest instalment of A Prairie Homo Companion, in which I proudly inform you that the prairie homo literary movement is indeed here, queer, and fantastic.
“I took a long bus ride to the “good” school where I could learn how to speak French and be Catholic, where the girls, instead of pretending to be dragons from Harry Potter, gossiped about which Backstreet Boy they’d eventually marry.”
A prairie homo herstory lesson! The Edmonton Grads revolutionized the sports’ world by demonstrating that women, just like men, could be athletic champions.
From free healthcare, to the suffragette movement, to Idle No More, the following list describes some of the best in radical prairie activism.
As a prairie homo, I have a lot of feelings about the night sky.
Maybe there are possibilities beyond the mortgage and the SUV and the Big Oil Company. Maybe you’ll walk along past where the sidewalk ends and discover those possibilities for yourself.
I started feeling cold around the time I started feeling self-conscious.
“Me too,” I could so easily say to the teenagers on that Edmonton LRT train: “Me too.” I had also wanted to leave, and I did; but then I came home.