To celebrate Pride weekend Shannon invited me on a night out with four of her friends. And when it comes to having four bisexual female friends, things get a little more than complicated. Lauren and Jess used to go out and Jackie and Hannah were seeing each other until not long ago. Now Jess has… Continue reading We’re All Queer Here
Brace yourself for colourful photo overload. Instead of separating the parade photos into different posts I have decided to do them all in a oner, so here it goes… There’s this misconception about pride parades that everyone is half-naked and ridiculously over the top and thus portray gay people as oversexed hedonists. But I felt that… Continue reading Capital Pride: The Rest Of The Parade
Capital Pride was an incredible experience. It was one of the few times in my life when I have experienced mutual love, respect and joy with strangers on such a massive scale. The parade was a celebration of overcoming prejudice, rejoicing in our differences and feeling safe to be who we are. Up and down… Continue reading Capital Pride: The Parade Part One
Drunk people in national dress feasting on local delicacies… Sounds like a Friday night in Dundee with wasted Scots digging into their fish and chips. Except on this occasion I was surrounded by Canadian Greeks downing shots of Ouzo and munching souvlakis, tzatsiki and gyro pitas. But it wasn’t just a big piss-up, extended families were… Continue reading Ouzo and Opa!
“Remember to get off the bus at …… and …….” said Shannon as she dropped me off at the mall. I knew the street names had something to do with animals… or food, that much I remembered. But sitting on the bus I was completely clueless about how to get home and yet stubbornly determined… Continue reading Lost In The Suburbs
Yesterday I was happily tidying my room and sorting things out when I got the fright of my life. I had just made my bed when I turned around and – BAM – black cat. At my feet. Gazing up at me. As I let out a yelp, Sidekick (Shannon’s cat) rolled over and gave… Continue reading Even The Animals Are Super Friendly…
This particular adventure began in a huge, bad-ass pickup truck.
Ottawa was wet with thunderstorms and showers and I decided that a trip to the mall would be enough to entertain me for the afternoon. My house mate Shannon was on her way to work as the physiotherapist for a soccer team and she offered me a lift in her boyfriend Shea’s car. As we drive, I ask questions and Shannon and Shea tell me all about their city and what it’s like to live here.
We pass ‘experimental’ fields, where they research new crops, big yellow school buses (like the one that hit Regina George), museum after museum after museum and then we enter Downtown Ottawa. I feel like I’m in a Canadian version of New York City; there are people everywhere, shops galore and traffic almighty. The car is filled with chatter about this bar and that pub and the shop over there. My head is being padded out with nightlife knowledge and local know-how, and I’m feeling more at home by the minute.
One of the awesome things Shannon and Shea said was that once a month, especially during the summer, some of the public buildings transform into nightclubs and bars. Cell blocks in the local jail are filled with music and drinks and the nature museum throws themed parties on each floor. My new friends have also invited me out this weekend to join in the festivities of Capital Pride as it comes to a colourful finish on Sunday. The Pride Parade promises to fill the streets of Ottawa with acceptance, rainbows and drunk people. A few of my favourite things.
We reach the mall and I am let loose to explore the commercial side of Ottawa.
The Rideau Centre is a mass of confusing escalators, platforms, shops, food and people. I get used to it after a while but that’s only because I have passed the same shops at least ten times whilst trying to find the shoe store. At last I have what I came for; a pair of red Puma running shoes and an awesomely old Samsung flip-phone. Job well done, and it only took me four hours…