As I searched for tutorials on crafting mountains out of molehills, a troubling thought seized my mind – Was this the path I wanted to take? Contributing to the displacement of moles? These poor creatures are ill-suited for mountain life? Where would they find refuge? – I decided not to create a mountain; instead, I would find the one I love most and move close enough to hug it every morning.
My weekend has been a whirlwind of food, drinks, books, hot tubs, poetry writing and hanging out with Dee and their friends when I should have focused on the project I told my writing friends I’d work on. However, my brain is in poem, rock painting and drawing mode – I am just a passenger going with the flow.
Toronto Neighbourhood: The Village
We spent a few hours in The Village on a rainy Saturday at the Queer Market 519 – We did one quick walk around. I didn’t find anything, so we left because it was scorching in that room, and my menopausal self and I couldn’t stand it anymore. We ran across the street to Dead Dog Records, where I found a Cat Stevens Album in a dusty bin at the back of the shop for only 2$
While sneezing and brushing away the dust, I wished to find an Eagles or Led Zeppelin collection, but I had no luck. I did find a Bill Cosby, Revenge album and Kennedy’s Inaugural 1961 Address.
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Over 50 years later – still waiting for the “As One” thing!
Now I’ve been happy lately
Thinkin’ about the good things to come
And I believe it could be
Something good has begun
Oh, I’ve been smilin’ lately
Dreaming about the world as one
And I believe it could be
Some day it’s going to come
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After the record store, we went to Glad Day Bookshop, and of course, I bought two books and started reading one while feeling all sophisticated, sipping on a cocktail by the window. They had a Walt Whitman on sale, but it was mostly random pictures with only twelve poems.
Being in The Village is nostalgic for me. It hasn’t changed from when I lived near Church and Wellesley as a teen – when Dad paid my rent (thank you!), and my neighbour’s cat would occasionally walk over and leisurely chill on my balcony like he owned it.
FYI: It was only in 1969 that the federal government decriminalized homosexuality. (Costa, Daniela. “The changing face of Toronto’s Village.” Xtra Magazine, April 3, 2013, xtramagazine.com/power/the-changing-face-of-torontos-village-39470. Accessed 14 April 2024).
I’m writing my first essay since forever, practicing my MLA citations. In case you are wondering.
BTW: I am enjoying Eugene Onegin.
Can I pet that pwolf! Jer gave me a prompt after I explained to him what a pwolf was.
I also have some artwork to share with you, but enough pictures for today, yes! I don’t draw nearly as much as I should to get good as quickly as I’d like; I need to change that by giving it more time, but writing is still my first love!
Have a good week! I plan on talking to you again but just in case I don’t.
Sun Apr 14
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