On December 17, 2010 we gathered in Ottawa's National Arts Centre as one, student body. We were fewer than when we began three months ago - wiser for the experience and slightly thicker around the middle. As valedictorian Ashely Ndamvo put…
“Tell me how it tastes... is it salty or sweet? Is it bitter or is it bland? Did you even... taste it?” When was the last time you slowly licked the bowl? When was the last time you indulged in…
Tourists lounge by the pool. Taut nubile bodies in high-cut bottoms and slack pale bodies with no right to “Speedo”. Bless Brazilian women. Bless European men. He strides by with the same confidence as she - her naked, round rear half exposed in the sun... him... flashing as he walks.
Cancun. Just a few miles south, Puerto Morelos. It’s become a second home. For the first time in my life – I bought a one way ticket that took me to Mexico. It felt like freedom. In the heat, I am waiting on a friend. He said he’d be here and he will.