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Where have I beeen?

Recently, my posts have been short and mostly about photos of silly things in Montreal’s architecture. Or various cats in and around various mobility devices. While fun, I feel I need to tell you where I’ve been and what is goinnn onnn in the Underwater City!

Well, I’ve been hustling. Hardcore.

I applied for some funding to produce the UWC Zine I, and got it! Its going to be a comparison of aspects of accessibility in five regions of the country, based on interviews. I’m setting up interviews and writing for that. Stoked! You have to wait!

I’ve been writing an article for the RAPLIQ bulletin, a really awesome organization here in Mtl who fight for disability justice. They are the royalty of disability activism. My article was translated by a fabulous editor and translator, and will be published next week. You have to wait for that toooo.

A poem that I’ve shared with you before is set to be published in the À qui la ville zine, produced by an awesome crew dedicated to a more inclusive Mtl. Stoked to be a part of this. But, you know the drill, have to waaiiiit!

I’ve been looking for work, to fund my unhealthy writing habit. No just kidding, I’ve been looking for part time work with youth. To get me away from the computer and back with kiddies- by far the best people ever.

And what about the documentary??
My lovely friend Lucy and I are preparing to shoot a promo video based in Mtl and integrating some of the footage from the trip across western Canada J and I took a few months ago. Its happening!

A painting? What painting?
Glad you asked! Said lovely friend Lucy has been working her buns off creating a beautiful work of art to accompany my poem in À qui la ville, and to perhaps, if she lets me, be used in other aspects of this ever-growing project!

So that’s my story. I will share things with you as they come out, and until then enjoy the cat photos and pictures of banks and other unfortunate places. And keep on fighting that ableism!


I’m back bitches! Time to edit lots of video and audio to make a nice l’il Underwater City demo video for y’all. Also, lots of half-written things to be finished and shared with your yearning senses:) Hapy to be back in mtl with a fresh spirit and perspective!

Water breaks laws for me

I haven’t yet shared the bit of writing that started me off on my Under Water City journey.. so here it is! As usual, my life moves are sparked from something I wrote in a wrinkly notebook on a cafe table or on my couch in yesterday’s stretchypants. A warning, there’s a bit of sexy content in it, so if you’re averse to sexy talk of the homosensual kind avert your senses;) Also  if you’re a family member. In other words, Mum, don’t read this. If not, read onnnn!


Sometimes i wish the city was under water

so i could put on my goggles, see everything kind of foggy, and swim around.

I kind of see things better from a distance anyway, with something between me and the thing I’m looking at.

I would swim, float up to doorsteps, flutter my ways through windows, wouldn’t have to worry about opening taps or bottles or jars because there’d be liquid all around. And plus they would rust off if I did need to open them anyway.

God I think the best times I ever feel are when I’m making love really good and someone is licking my pussy, her tongue a little bit inside, and grabbing my hip flesh and I’m moaning and she’s smiling… or when i’m in the pool.

Concrete’s so harsh and inflexible and uncaring. Concrete would never grab my hip flesh or caress my entire body, like lovers and water do, licking, undulating on the hip part just above the bottom half of my stretched out, pseudo bikini, holding me, resisting a universal law – of physics – to make sure I don’t fall. Water breaks laws for me. Concrete doesn’t care if i fall.

And when I do, because I inevitably do, concrete makes sure there’s dirt there where the skin opens.

Water doesn’t care about borders, laughing between nets and over the sides of dams.

So there i’d be, floating up the sides of buildings, who needs elevators when you can do the frog kick up? I’d backstroke over to Steph’s house any time I wanted, I’d laugh looking down at all the bottom feeders still trying to walk in the lines on the streets at the bottom of the city. Stupid bottom feeders, don’t you know you can swim around? Don’t you know how to swim? Swim faster bottom feeders, sucks that your hands aren’t a little webbed like one of mine. Sucks that you didn’t spend all that time in the pool learning how to move as a kid, and at physio instead of learning how to drive and running on the sidewalk to keep slim and fit and show off your asses to the neighbourhood.

But that’s the concrete talking.

I never think negatively when I’m in the water. I never curse or scowl at someone just for a reaction. I stare up, lining my laps with the lines in the ceiling, meditating on the rhythm of my breathing, meditating on the feeling of my muscles contracting without hurting me, meditating on what I want for dinner.

Wow! I woke up to so many emails from people in Edmonton interested un contributing to Underwater City!! Going to be a lot of conversations, interviews, and coffee in the next few days before J and I hop on the train!

Je me suis réveille et voilà il y a plein de email de les gens ici à Edmonton qui veulent contribuer au projet!! Je me prépare pour bien trop de café et des bons conversations et entrevues!! Vendredi on partent vers Vancouver!

Thanks for riding the rocket. Four steps up to da streetcar. Fun ride once yr on..

All the gear I need: recording and aquatic! All set to head out bright and early tomorrow morning on my underwater adventure!!! Stay tuned for updates from the streetcar in Toronto… I know they let dogs on, will they help a bitch with a walker out?

Packiiing! Getting ready to head west tomorrow, bright and early..

Hate de voir mon frère et de faire un entrevue avec une amie qui se battent pour la justice sociale pour les femmes trans et pour les personnes sans abri. Going to hear her perspectives on access to Toronto!

Until then its ‘should I bring one or two pairs of Crocs?’ and…

‘How many pleather jackets does one girl need?’

Ok. You’re looking at what I solemnly promise to do every day that I’m traveling and prepping for the Underwater City Doc…

blog on this here Tumblr page!!

Follow me so you can keep up to date with the project and see more photos of my computer screen in front of various scenes:)

[one-handed typing on my laptop, screen shot of my blog page, in front of overflowing bookshelf]