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Ricotta and Spinach — Stuffed Shells

Ricotta and Spinach -- Stuffed Shells

Page 160. Before today I had never heard of bulgur wheat, but that’s what is so great about this project, I’m consistently expanding my knowledge of food. I don’t typically eat a lot of cheese, however an exception from time to time won’t kill me. The stuffing is made of ricotta, spinach and bulgur wheat, which is high in protein.

I spent last night in the village at a new bar called Church on Church. It was jockstrap night, but I didn’t see anyone in a jockstrap. How disappointing. Then I went to Woody’s for the best ass competition and some really hot guy won, but he didn’t have the best ass out of all the contestants. It was rigged! I observed a grave injustice. Then some woman showed me a picture of her ex-boyfriends humongous penis, and then, her breasts. It was odd, to say the least.

In the future, I will stay home.

Anyway, enjoy the meal!

Loose Cannons

Tommaso is the youngest son of a large, traditional southern Italian family operating a pasta-making business. On a trip home from Rome, where he studies literature and lives with his boyfriend, Tommaso decides to tell his parents the truth about himself. But when he is finally ready to come out in front of the entire family, his older brother Antonio ruins his plans. You see, Antonio is gay too.

“I no ruin, I fix”

Many of you will remember the story of  Cecilia Giménez, the Spanish woman who took it upon herself to restore the 1930s fresco painting Ecce Homo (Behold the Man), by painter Elías García Martínez. Giménez is an 80-year-old amateur artist who found the deteriorated painting in her local church. Her restored version has been humorously named Ecce Mono (Behold the Monkey).

Above is an SNL sketch of Seth Meyers interviewing a greedy Giménez, who is portrayed by feature player Kate McKinnon, who holds the distinction of being the first openly lesbian cast member in the show’s 38 year history. Below you can see the before and after versions of the now infamous painting. Now gimme my money, I need to buy anchovies!!!

File:Ecce Homo (Elías García Martínez).jpg - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Tell the Wolves I’m Home

ImageLately I’ve been in the habit of writing about books I’m in the process of reading, instead of waiting until I’ve actually completed them to provide a more thorough review. But I figured why bother waiting? I wouldn’t continue reading a novel I didn’t like.

Tell the Wolves I’m Home is author Carol Rifka Brunt debut novel and I’ve yet to find a chapter that hasn’t brought me to tears.

It’s 1987 and 14-year-old June has lost her uncle Finn to AIDS. June found that she could only be herself in the company of Finn. At the funeral June is told to ignore a young man named Toby, who she observes lingering beyond the crowd. The man is Finn’s lover, and June’s mother firmly believes that he killed her brother.

One day she receives a package from Toby asking for the opportunity to meet her. June eventually relents and finds in Toby a person who can help heal her broken heart and enlighten her on the life of her uncle, her family and of course, herself.

I strongly recommend this coming-of-age story, with a warning that it’s full of heartbreaking, poignant moments.

Opera singing while kicking ass

About coming out as gay! The best of all live performances. If I say Oprah people will pay attention.

Girlfriends

Girlfriends

Claire, Jo and me in London, England

What would a gay man amount to if he wasn’t surrounded by fabulously beautiful female friends? They went to the prom with us for God’s sake! I have been insanely privileged to have the best friends in the world. I’ve met so many lovely women in my lifetime that I count myself as one very lucky human being. They’ve been there for me through my neurotic episodes and rarely judged me, even though it must have been hard not to. Ladies, I salute you. FYI, Scientologists are trying to kill me. I’m not joking. I wrote Kirstie Alley one mean tweet and now they’re out to get me.

Girlfriends 3

Lisa and I had too much to drink and stole a bike in High Park!

Girlfriends 4

Martha lives in Montreal now

Raquel and me in early days

Raquel and me in early days. Look how much I “used” to drink.

Girlfriends 5

Alex and Nicola with moi

Girlfriends 6

The now reclusive Kathleen and me in NYC

Girlfriends 7

Audrey and me in Guelph, Ontario. Ignore the naked lady in the back. We were young! She’s kinda photo bombing us.

Girlfriends 8

Alisha and me

Rebecca, Ellen and Adam

Rebecca, Ellen and Adam

Franco and Lori

Cray cray Lori who I love dearly

Run

Allyson and me after our Sporting Life 10K run in 2009

Sunday in Toronto

Train tracks

Today is Remembrance Day. The morning got off to an unusual start when I found a dog sitting patiently on his own in High Park waiting for his parents. Clearly they had become separated and I spent several minutes trying to reunite them, which I did successfully with some help, of course.

Then as I was walking on Roncesvalles a car full of men shouted that I was a faggot. How did they know? I gave them a prolonged middle finger salute and felt ashamed after. I shouldn’t have allowed them to hold a negative space in my head, even if it was only for a few seconds. In retrospect the next time something like that happens to me I’ll smile and wave.

Still it’s a shame that these men derived sadistic pleasure by insulting a stranger from the safety of their moving vehicle. Cowards full of hate. Makes me sad that they might be fathers and husbands.

It’s been a wonderfully warm winter day in Toronto. I managed to make it to a church in time to hear the bell tower chime and pay my silent respects to our soldiers. You know my great grandfather fought in both world wars and I lost family to the Nazis.

On that sad note, here are some photographs from my day.

Dundas St. West

Dundas St. West 2

Gladstone Hotel

Gladstone Hotel 2

Hostel

Ossington

Queen St. West

Queen St. West 2

Streetcar

Toronto Streetcar

Starbuck in Roncy

Dundas St. West graffiti

Roncy

Roncy 5

Street in Toronto

Door

Toronto Church

Gay cruises are inappropriate, apparently

Gay Cruise

This is my worst nightmare realized

This afternoon I was walking behind three women who were discussing their “gay” colleague. Note the quotation remarks around the word gay. His sexual orientation was so scandalous that he couldn’t just be a colleague — he had to be a “gay” colleague. I learned from their conversation that he’s a “gay” nurse, and he recently returned from a “gay” cruise.

“Okay that is totally inappropriate for him to be talking about,” one of them animated. I chuckled. What exactly was inappropriate, the fact that he went on a cruise, or that he went on a “gay” cruise?

I think we all know the answer to this. Maybe they think that a gay cruise is a cornucopia of orgies where men prance around naked and are found humping tables, chairs, each other and whatever else is or isn’t nailed down. Ummmm… sign me up. If this happens to be true, what is the problem? How does it affect these women? The answer: It doesn’t. They’re prejudiced.

It’s kind of laughable that people think only gay men are hypersexual, because I believe that the majority of men, gay or straight, are obsessed with sex. The difference with gay men is that they don’t have to wine and dine another man to get what they want; they can just cut through all the bullshit and hop into bed. There’s an agreement that they both want the same thing and they go after it.

Trust me if straight men could get away with a more promiscuous lifestyle they would. In fact, many of them do, but we don’t hold them to the same scrutiny and judgment that we do with gay men. It’s the gay thing that’s the real problem for people. They don’t like gay people. I’m not spending a lot of my time thinking about what heterosexual people do in their own bedrooms, so I don’t know why straight people care so much about gay sex. They’re obsessed with it!

A while back I made a comment on a woman’s blog I often read. I said something about drag queens and she wrote to me to explain that as a Christian woman she found what I wrote to be offensive and she had to delete my comment. She was afraid that children would read what I wrote and ask her what a drag queen was.

Uh huh. So because you can’t have a conversation with your children about drag queens without reacting hysterically the only recourse is to censor anyone who raises the topic. Right. Wouldn’t it just be easier to explain that a drag queen is a man who dresses up like a woman and entertains people? Wouldn’t it be easier to explain to children that we live in a world where people are free to choose to be whoever they want to be, and that they are too? Wouldn’t that just be easier?

Funnily enough I had been reading her blog for months with the knowledge that she lived in the Bible Belt of America, which I was initially cautious about, but I enjoyed her writing and the photographs that she shared about her travels so much that I remained open-minded and assumed that maybe she was too. It never occurred to me that she would be homophobic because she presented herself as a modern woman who happened to believe in God. Lesson learned.

For the record, I don’t have any problems with people of faith, even though they may have problems with just about anyone who is different from them. That’s their choice.

I wish I had interjected with some witty response to the three women talking about how inappropriate it was for their “gay” colleague to openly share his “gay” cruise experience. I didn’t. I just laughed and went about my day. Personally, I’m not interested in being stuck on a boat with countless hormonal gay men, but I don’t have a problem when someone thinks it’s heaven and wants to talk about it. How does it hurt me? It doesn’t.

Halloween in the gay village

Every year on Halloween in Toronto’s gay village Church Street is closed for pedestrians who roam around in their extravagant costumes. It’s always fun for a non-participant like me (I’m usually pub hopping and drinking my face off), because it’s heartening to see how much effort such creative and extroverted people are willing to display for the sake of Halloween. At first I thought the rain would wash out the activities, but bad weather can never keep the gays away. Oh no, the street was full of people and the beer was copious. The way it should always be. I didn’t get many stellar photos, but here you go anyway.

Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a little gay, y’all!

So says Honey Boo Boo Child in this riveting PSA.

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