Gay pride celebrations have long been synonymous with summer time fun and half naked bodies on floats. But WinterPRIDE, Whistler, B.C.’s week long Pride event held in the chilly climes of winter has turned that stereotype on its ear.
In celebration of my 5,000th tweet. Ladies & Gentlemen, Anal Bottle Rockets
These things just write themselves kids…
The bottom rocket (theweek.com)
POSTED ON FEBRUARY 14, 2012, AT 12:01 PM
A West Virginia college student is suing his fraternity, alleging that he fell off a deck when a drunken frat brother fired a bottle rocket out of his own anus. Louis Helmburg III alleges that Travis Hughes’s bottle-rocket stunt so startled him that he jumped back and fell. “Firing bottle rockets out of one’s anus,” the lawsuit states, “constitutes an ‘ultrahazardous’ activity.”
On the Man Who Inspired the album 21 “You know, he was amazing. He was great. But it was never going to work. And for ages I was like, As if he deserves any f-cking kudos for inspiring my record. But now, after some time, it only seems right that the person who so far has had the biggest impact on me—has now changed my life for f-cking ever with this album—deserves a little credit. I can do things that I never dreamed I’d be able to do. If I hadn’t met him, I think I’d still be that little girl I was when I was eighteen. And the best thing is, I now know what I want for myself and from someone else. I didn’t know what I wanted before.”
On how losing her voice helped change her life It was so fast-paced, I could hardly ever even remember the bulk of my day. I think I just needed to be silenced. And when you are silent, everyone else around you is silent. So the noise in my life just stopped. It was like I was floating in the sea for three weeks. It was brilliant. It was my body telling me to fix me. I had so much time to kind of go over things and get over things, which is amazing. I think if I hadn’t had my voice trouble, I would never have broached those subjects with myself. Now I just feel really at peace. And really proud of myself. I’ve never fully appreciated the things that I’ve achieved until now. In fact, my entire life has changed in the last ten weeks. I’ve never been so happy, and I love it.
On not having the desire to become an actress I did my acting debut on Ugly Betty, and I cannot watch it. I play myself, but I was so sort of uncomfortable that I sound like an American putting on an English accent. I am the worst actress of all time. I’m like a f-cking cardboard box! I’m awful. No, I have absolutely no intention of going into acting or making perfumes. I am a singer. I will stick to what I am good at and not spread myself thin and become mediocre at everything I do.
On having a long-lasting singing career I’m in it for the long run. I don’t want to be disposable. You’re only as good as your next record. I’m not scared of losing this. I won’t come out with new music until it’s better than 21. I’m not expecting to sell as many records, but I don’t want to release shit. Also, I have nothing to write about! I’d be lying. And that would go against everything I’ve ended up building for myself. So, yeah, I will need at least three years to write a record.
On if it’ll take a brave man to date her Come on! I’m wifey material! I’m great. No one’s got to be brave. It’s not like, ‘You f**k me over and I’m going to write a record and make you the most hated man in the world.’ I am never writing a breakup record again, by the way. I’m done with being a bitter witch”
2011: The Year As I See It (Barb Snelgrove for lovmag published 02-02-2012)
It’s winter again kids! Hopefully by the time you are reading this I will be beaching it somewhere with umbrella drinks. It has been a VERY busy 2011, and for our Winter issue? Who am I to deny myself the luxury of writing a year-end list?!
Now before you all get in my face about me missing this or missing that (a staple of ALL year-end best of lists beefs) space dictates how in depth I can go, so here is a mere highlight look back at some of the relevant/not so relevant stories (in no particular order) that affected our community in 2011.
This year we purchased only the best of bubbly and joined the world in watching Kate & Wills get hitched. William was handsome and Catherine is now my hot “go to” royal of choice (although Prince Harry in that gorgeous uniform just might have swayed me in to the “land of ginge”). It was worth staying up to an ungodly hour if for no other reason than to make fun of the Fergie girls’ hats and to catch a glimpse of Pippa Middleton in THAT dress. I did send William a can of Ron Popeil’s Hair in a Can as a wedding gift (still waiting on that thank you card they are so famous for) and I for one am all the richer for now having added the phrase fascinator hat to my vocabulary. I try to drop it in to conversations as often as I can.
Chaz Bono took the big plunge and transitioned from “Little Chastity” to the Chazinator. Via numerous interviews, a book and a documentary that followed the life of a transitioning person, he provided your average Joe a lesson in Trans For Dummies and hopefully enlightened a few of them along the way. Because if he has been on Dancing With The Stars, that makes it OK right Ma?
Canada had yet another election, this time handing Stephen Harper the majority government he has lusted after for so long. Harper’s sometimes nasty “Here For Canada” campaign, shocked and awed and actually worked, leaving jaws aghast from Victoria to Halifax. The Liberals crashed and a Layton led NDP rose to glory. So we now play the waiting game with baited breath and pinched noses to see what liberal agenda he may crush. Enjoy the CBC while it is here folks and if Harper does ANYTHING to repeal my right to marry, I will rain down a whole mess of bitchy dyke on his ass.
The U.S. military’s Don’t Ask Don’t Tell policy was finally given a dishonourable discharge in spite of the constant fire and brimstone of John McCain. Now gay & lesbian American soldiers are free to finally unleash the hidden agenda we have all secretly waited for, new uniforms like the ones the Swiss Vatican Guard wear.
Lady Gaga recorded the gay anthem Born This Way and Pride events around the world breathed a collective sigh of relief in the knowledge that they could finally retire Ultra Nate’s Free and Gloria Gaynor’s I Will Survive as the go to, Pride songs. Thank you Gaga for having our collective backs.
Bullying and teen suicide-This year it seemed everywhere we turned there were more heartbreaking stories that should never have been stories in the first place. No matter what country you live in, there was and continues to be, preventable deaths of queer youth. With much work to be done to stem this tide, groups like It Gets Better, The Trevor Project and (locally) Out In Schools and The Diversity Project work towards a day that I won’t have to write a paragraph such as this. This matter also brought to the forefront a new generation of young LGTBQ leaders working within their own demographic to bridge the divide between gay & straight and educate, educate, educate.
Slowly but surely more LGTBQ people we recognize came out publicly with the accompanying media glare to give our queer youth further role models to choose from. Never an easy thing to do, and especially for professional athletes such as Welsh Rugby player Jed Hooper from one of the butchest sports going. From actor Zachary Quinto to CNN news anchor Don Lemon, these people gathered up the courage to once again show our straight counterparts that we are indeed, everywhere and every, one, from all walks of life. Each time this happens, one less eyebrow is raised until hopefully (and in my lifetime) it will become totally irrelevant. You hear me Anderson Cooper?
In looking back over some of the stories within our community this year, my only regret is not being able to offer recognition to more of them. But I do have all of 2012 to share their stories, now don’t I? Here is wishing all LOV readers the very best of the holiday season, and all the best of health and happiness in 2012!
Barb Snelgrove writes for LOV Magazine, hosts VanBag on CiTr 101.9 FM radio (QueerFM) Arts Roundup Tuesday mornings at 9:30am & is a features reporter for OUTLookTV (Outtv). Catch her daily musings on twitter @megamouthmedia
"The Unbeaten Path" (Barb Snelgrove for lovmag published: 09-28-11)
Barb Snelgrove, our favorite woman-about-town shares some of her fave spots in her neck-of-the-woods – giving credence to the idea that there is fabulousness over the bridge!
Vancouver, what a place. As a second-gen Vancouverite, there is much I could (and do) brag about to out-of-towners, and I am often asked to “Barbie-sit” said tourists and show off some of my fave haunts, dives and hidden secrets. At the risk of having to beat back the crowds where there weren’t any before, this column will be sharing some of these locations with you.
For our introductory column, I have chosen my own backyard, Kitsilano, or for you purists, Khatsahlano. As it covers much ground, I will break it down to Kits’ 4th avenue this time.
Restaurants: Kerki’s (3605 West 4th). Growing up in Kits surrounded by Greek and Italian cuisine, I am partial to the “food of the gods”. If you like Mediterranean fare, then Kerki’s is easily one of the best in the city. There are only so many dishes in any Greek restaurant, but Kerki’s has managed to take that skewer-laden menu and raise the bar, nom, nom. Amazing desserts just across the way @ Aphrodite’s Organic Café & Pie Shop (3598 West 4th). And yes, the lesbian said “pie”…
Honourable mention: Hells’ Kitchen (2041 West 4th) for mouth watering New York style thin crust pizza. With pizza toppings such as pulled pork, smoked free range chicken and flash fried potatoes, Hell’s Kitchen is tops on the west side of town.
Bargains: The Free Fence: Located on the northwest corner of 4th and McDonald, this spot is self-explanatory. Situated on the lot of a long ago expired gas station, this corner hosts all things “up for grabs”. Clothing is hung from the fence, everything else is showcased on the sidewalk in front of the bus stop. Don’t know how it started, but for the past few years it has become a valuable stop off point for the dumpster diving crowd, minus the “dive”. From TV’s and cabinets, to sports equipment and funky clothes, depending on the day and time, there is gold on the thar fence!
Stores: WOW Décor (1632 West 4th). A little bit of Soho, WOW has some amazing finds for the deco collector, also offering consignment, art and modern furnishings. I would sell my left boob for the vintage Wurlitzer jukebox. Having moved to 4th from their previous location downtown, WOW is a great addition to the ‘hood’, with new items arriving daily. If you want to butch up your wardrobe with high quality funky clothes, Ironhead (1953 West 4th) is a Canadian company that sells limited edition lines of domestically produced, extremely comfy clothes. T-shirts, hoodies, ball caps, they look stylin’ on both the boyz and the grrls.
Honourable mention: The Flip Flop Shop (1820 West 4th). Any store that can open with flip flops as their main source of income gets points in my book. For the “seasonally aware”, there’s fabulous rain boots in a variety of off the hook designs and they have a 100% good vibe guarantee. How “Kits” is that?
Pink Spots: Stores run or owned by “the gays” include Solarice Spas (2200 West 4th) for pretty smelly stuff, body rubs for what ails you, facials and acupuncture. Seven Seas Fish (2328 West 4th), locally owned since 1967, selling delish treats from the sea. And yes, the lesbian said “fish”…
Know any hidden secrets you want to share? Hit me up on twitter, @megamouthmedia.