The Girls

This took place a few years ago, but continues to plague me in an odd, unresolvable way… The scene: I’m in the disabled washroom at a live performance space called the Theatre Centre because my herniated discs occasionally make it incredibly painful to go up and down the stairs to the regular washrooms and the […]

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Ramalamamammogram

“So you just turned 40, I want you to go have a mammogram,” says my doctor at my annual physical just after my 40th birthday. “That’s not necessary is it?” I scrunch up my face. “What, it doesn’t hurt, don’t be a wimp,” she replies. “Oh, you’ve had one?” “Well, nooo…” Fucking doctors. Who’s with […]

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Grey Hair, Don’t Care

I got my first grey hair at seventeen. After screeching in horror and pulling it out, I found two more the following week. At that point I began surreptitiously colouring my hair with a black semi-permanent rinse. I was late to the hair colouring game in the 1980s, mostly living with mousy brown hair (and […]

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