I am fortunate to live in Toronto, one of North America’s most progressive cities which embrace LGBTQ culture. In June, the city truly comes alive with the celebration of Pride Month. Everywhere is awash in colour and the city is abuzz with an electric energy and excitement, culminating at the end of the month with the annual Pride Parade. There is no bombastic celebration this year, due to COVID-19, so I’m left to reflect on my previous experiences at Pride; one such observation from last year’s festivities runs contrary to Pride’s message of inclusivity and acceptance.
Where do you buy your lube? It’s 2020: you can pick up a good water-based lube – along with condoms and sex toys – in your local supermarket or pharmacy.
I know I wasn’t the only one waiting eagerly for Season 2 of Sex Education to drop on Netflix. From queer kisses to women wanking on screen, it didn’t disappoint. It’s definitely not without its flaws, but there’s some things it got very, very right.
What do you do when you've researched, fact checked, read reviews, and done your deciding, only to find out that your well researched choice was almost the worst possible choice? Well, for starters, you do everything you can not to die. Then you take all of that guilt and self loathing and you chuck it out the window because it is detrimental to your survival.
Fifteen months have lapsed since I arrived in Canada as a refugee, all of them endured with feverish masturbation. As a refugee one has to endure loneliness, and sometimes flares of chronic back-pain. Where I come from in Zimbabwe, Africa, there is enormous cultural stigma attached to masturbation that writing this piece alone brings “dishonor” to my family. I will go ahead anyway. Opening up is therapeutic.