How mainstream culture is diluting queer voices. — My very first memory of Drag Race is clear. New to the city, some very cool queers had taken me in. One day, someone suggested we watch an episode of Drag Race. “What’s that?”, I asked, and the room erupted into a cacophony of gasps and excited squeals. In no…

Today we went walking in my old neighbourhood. A ritual sometimes partaken in to remember the life that was lived there and imagine the lives that could have been lived had we remained. And somewhere among the vigils; cafes and bars and parks and places to stop and pick up…