“My Prairie Home is more than pretty skies and poetic wheat fields. It’s also about growing up different in a difficult environment and what it means to survive.”
There was a time I wanted kids; but there’s nothing like Midtown to put the rust on the hands of my biological clock. Why would anybody want to bring yet MORE humans into the world?
Spoon explains that “My Prairie Home” will explore themes of “death, coming out as queer during high school, and surviving abuse.”
“When you’re surrounded by so many queers celebrating queer, you feel normal by default.”
I thought, “Hey New York, just cause you wear these cool designer bridges across your rivers and you’ve got some graffiti on your interesting architecture, doesn’t mean I have to like you, okay?” But I do like New York in spite of myself.
How many worlds can you fit per square mile?
New York is more than taxi cabs, street food, and crowds. There’re also mice, rats, and cockroaches! Lots of them! How exciting, right?
Who was I to even want these things that I wanted? Who was I to ask for them? I was open, naked: This is me. This is what I want. I need your help.
New York has histories and politics etched deep into the subway lines it could take me a lifetime to study; so I start by studying the woman seated across from me.
I like to think all of this travelling has taught me a few things, or else what would be the point? Here’s a list of 10 things I’ve learned as a prairie homo in the great wide world.
Your dog doesn’t care that you’re an anti-social drunk bookworm.
I like to think my gender identity changes with the seasons. In the winter I can channel my great Canadian butch, and in the summer I can femme-it-up.
These are three of the amazing Indigenous female writers, activists, and artists I’ve been reading this week. I may not be the best person to write about Indigenous issues, but I can certainly read what I think are some of the best, educate myself, and encourage you to do the same.
This is my unique perspective on being a half-black, half-white human who sometimes feels uncomfortable using the term Person of Colour to refer to myself.
Sometimes a prairie homo has nothing to write, so she writes about it.
Check out this list of queer prairie sites to visit when you’re not reading A Prairie Homo Companion.
In anticipation of my future homesickness, I’ve compiled a list of 50 things (in no particular order) I’ll miss should I leave the prairies.
This spring, as you shed all the layers of winter, it’s important to love your prairie homo skin and not feel bad about its colour, its stretch marks, or whom or what it responds to.
From March 13-22nd, it’s the University of Alberta’s first ever Pride Week, and you should go!
In which Tegan lets me know that her songs are like her babies, she has a tea-drinking schedule, and she doesn’t want you to build a shrine to her in your home.
Since I easily dismissed the strange looks people gave my white mom and her three brown-skinned little kids and the questions about where I was from as just ignorant things people said, I grew up not very aware of racism and micro-aggressions. I didn’t think of myself as black or as white.