Mother Gayture
I was hanging out with friends Kristiina and Adam after the panel discussion for the show hic at Hart House, University of Toronto (of which Kristiina is a part), and somehow the topic of conversation got to talking about gay penquins. Over the loud music, I thought I heard Adam say something about Mother Gayture when in fact he said Mother Nature. This is what happens if, like me, you repeatedly refuse to wear earplugs when listening to earsplitting music...your ears get fucked up and you get stuff wrong, all the time. I digress.
Well, we marvelled about 'gayture' and its newfound usage in our personal lexicon. Little did I know a Google search would reveal that it's already a term used moderately. I liken this to the time when I was in grade 9 and came up with an art project involving barbecue sauce in a spray bottle. It was meant to be an absurd joke, until I opened up my Mum's Canadian Living magazine to discover that it was available through mail order. Smart of them. Dammit.
Well, we marvelled about 'gayture' and its newfound usage in our personal lexicon. Little did I know a Google search would reveal that it's already a term used moderately. I liken this to the time when I was in grade 9 and came up with an art project involving barbecue sauce in a spray bottle. It was meant to be an absurd joke, until I opened up my Mum's Canadian Living magazine to discover that it was available through mail order. Smart of them. Dammit.
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OK, so to prove that I should be wearing earplugs- I was at a show last night and usually the ringing in my ears goes away the next day. This morning, I woke up and lo and behold, my right ear is still ringing. Temporarily so, I hope.
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