- Vancouver, BC, Canada
- February 18
- Extremely mild-mannered unless provoked. I don't like clothes that require ironing and sweatpants are a godsend.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Being a Guest in the Feminist
November 25, 2013 02:24PM
- Not Your Fetish: The Takedown
of Day Above Ground
August 15, 2013 02:56PM
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March 06, 2013 12:30PM
- Martial Law, My Father and Me
September 21, 2012 12:44PM
- In the Shadows
May 17, 2011 09:14AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “This is awesome, total
May 14, 2011 03:09PM
- “Thanks so much Kathy,
and congrats to you on the
May 05, 2011 02:32PM
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In 1992, my mother joined The Vancouver Feminist Collective* (VFC). In less than four months of her being hired as a program coordinator, she was fired.
She did not steal money, physically abuse anyone, lie, or position herself as the Doyen of the group. Nor was my mother a… Read full post »
By now, anyone plugged into any social media network has heard that Los Angeles-based band Day Above Ground (DAG) has removed “Asian Girlz”, the music video Angry Asian Man founder Phil Yu concluded as the “the worst thing ever made.” The ba… Read full post »
The popular girls, the ones who always sit by the boulder between the school entrance and the soccer field, like my Cats t-shirt.
Where did you get it? The ringleader asks. She’s blond with blue-green eyes that are more green than blue, her lips are… Read full post »
“You have to pick places you don’t walk away from.”—Joan Didion
“Madali tayong makalimot / we forget easily.”—Known Filipino attribute
The young man in this picture is my father at his university graduation.&… Read full post »
Like an episode from Law and Order: SVU, I woke up one morning to find my apartment the crime scene of debauchery and shame.
The evidence: Empty wine bottles on the coffee table along with a half empty bunch of grapes, olives and marble cheese all shrivelled and stale. … Read full post »
I started therapy because I was breaking up with Vino.
If I didn’t get rid of him, or at least try I would become—if I wasn’t already—an alcoholic. My habit of drinking alone in my apartment, accompanied with a pack of King size Dunhills, was testi/… Read full post »
Unless you are a survivor of rape, abuse, torture; suffered a meth addiction, an eating disorder, cancer; you are a sociopath, a psychopath, have an addictive or split personality, I boxed “normal” people who went to therapy voluntarily to overcome their “depression” as either/… Read full post »
*Hiya. I just joined Open Salon and decided to post a little somethin' somethin' from my blog for you, OS bloggers, readers and voyeurs. Enjoy.
Away from the clamour of Soho traffic, under the haze of jasmine incense and soft, amber lights, the coterie of zebra-striped dildos and octopus-… Read full post »