Everybody’s talking about the progressive McDonald’s commercial out of France, including the one and only ME! Check this out, so good:

Used to be that when it came to 103.9 Proud FM, I was like Annie Wilkes, the station’s #1 fan.  I listened all day, and was often on The Shaun Proulx Show (hey, wonder if he will have me on his TV version still?)  But ever since “gay radio” fired it’s gay stars including Shaun, Mark Wigmore, Patrick Marano and Deb Pearce without cause, my dial is tuned elsewhere and I’m with the growing number of outraged protesters over on the Facebook page, Proud FM – The Shame of Toronto.

Call me crazy, but I expect better treatment of our gay allies from a supposed gay radio station.  Now where’s my axe?

Your hump days just got humpier!  One of my favourite Toronto hot spots is changing it’s Wednesday format; here is everything you need to know:

Act II of Toronto’s newest decadent party Sodom got underway this past weekend, and I was able to form enough words to put together this snapshot. Good times!

Once again, Canadians from coast-to-coast walked to raise money for HIV/AIDS service organizations.  Here in Toronto, a mosaic of communities took to the streets.   And of course, there was the obligatory stripper pole …

Maha does Divers/Cite

Last night I went to see the opening night of Bare. It’s UofT’s latest musical about a catholic high school mounting a play (layered I know!). Bare is a coming-of-age story about three high school students tangled in a bi-sexual love triangle (who hasn’t been there?)

The last time I was at UofT’s Hart House theatre, I saw the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Going into Bare I was expecting something just as edgy and flesh-soaked as Rocky was. However, Bare was not as salacious as I had hoped. The title has nothing to do with the hot naked torso seen in the advert. I was also expecting a whole lot more nudity. Passing a series of “warning: adult content signs” in the theatre lobby, I was expecting more skin (for the same $25, you get more skin at Remington’s)

But alas, Bare doesn’t show it’s body. It bares its soul.

The title of the play eludes to the raw emotional feelings you experience while watching it. Bare has all the pit falls of teenage life – sex, sexuality, drugs, teen pregnancy and suicide. To sit through Bare you need to conjure your inner sociopath (who doesn’t have one??) Bare will leave you drained…but in a good way.

It’s like watching seven seasons of Degrassi Junior High, back-to-back.

There were definitely some stand out performers. The Head Nun, Sister Chantelle, for one, is a Jennifer Hudson-esque take-me-to-church-please choir singer. Another stand-out is the character Nadia, the awkwardly bruting, angst-filled, Emily Strange-ish sister to the play’s protagonist. The characters Peter (a boy-next-door emo boy) and Jason (a hot jock) are the play’s leads. They are two boys trying to figure out their sexuality while Ivy (the popular girl at school) pines to be with Jason.

(SPOILER ALERT!)

A happy ending? Don’t count on it. However, I recommend you head the advise of the priest character in the show when he advises the protagonist on accepting his homosexuality: “Don’t question it too much and it will all be fine.”

My final thought? High school is tough stuff. Just be glad you made it through alive. The take-home message is, as the cliché goes, what doesn’t kill you will leave you emotionally crippled and scarred for life….but in a good way.

(Go see it!)

Two thumbs up my bum.
- maha.

Last night I went to see the opening night of Bare. It’s UofT’s latest musical about a catholic high school mounting a play (layered I know!). Bare is a coming-of-age story about three high school students tangled in a bi-sexual love triangle (who hasn’t been there?)

The last time I was at UofT’s Hart House theatre, I saw the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Going into Bare I was expecting something just as edgy and flesh-soaked as Rocky was. However, Bare was not as salacious as I had hoped. The title has nothing to do with the hot naked torso seen in the advert. I was also expecting a whole lot more nudity. Passing a series of “warning: adult content signs” in the theatre lobby, I was expecting more skin (for the same $25, you get more skin at Remington’s)

But alas, Bare doesn’t show it’s body. It bares its soul.

The title of the play eludes to the raw emotional feelings you experience while watching it. Bare has all the pit falls of teenage life – sex, sexuality, drugs, teen pregnancy and suicide. To sit through Bare you need to conjure your inner sociopath (who doesn’t have one??) Bare will leave you drained…but in a good way.

It’s like watching seven seasons of Degrassi Junior High, back-to-back.

There were definitely some stand out performers. The Head Nun, Sister Chantelle, for one, is a Jennifer Hudson-esque take-me-to-church-please choir singer. Another stand-out is the character Nadia, the awkwardly bruting, angst-filled, Emily Strange-ish sister to the play’s protagonist. The characters Peter (a boy-next-door emo boy) and Jason (a hot jock) are the play’s leads. They are two boys trying to figure out their sexuality while Ivy (the popular girl at school) pines to be with Jason.

(SPOILER ALERT!)

A happy ending? Don’t count on it. However, I recommend you head the advise of the priest character in the show when he advises the protagonist on accepting his homosexuality: “Don’t question it too much and it will all be fine.”

My final thought? High school is tough stuff. Just be glad you made it through alive. The take-home message is, as the cliché goes, what doesn’t kill you will leave you emotionally crippled and scarred for life….but in a good way.

(Go see it!)

Two thumbs up my bum.
- maha.

Last night I went to see the opening night of Bare. It’s UofT’s latest musical about a catholic high school mounting a play (layered I know!). Bare is a coming-of-age story about three high school students tangled in a bi-sexual love triangle (who hasn’t been there?)

The last time I was at UofT’s Hart House theatre, I saw the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Going into Bare I was expecting something just as edgy and flesh-soaked as Rocky was. However, Bare was not as salacious as I had hoped. The title has nothing to do with the hot naked torso seen in the advert. I was also expecting a whole lot more nudity. Passing a series of “warning: adult content signs” in the theatre lobby, I was expecting more skin (for the same $25, you get more skin at Remington’s)

But alas, Bare doesn’t show it’s body. It bares its soul.

The title of the play eludes to the raw emotional feelings you experience while watching it. Bare has all the pit falls of teenage life – sex, sexuality, drugs, teen pregnancy and suicide. To sit through Bare you need to conjure your inner sociopath (who doesn’t have one??) Bare will leave you drained…but in a good way.

It’s like watching seven seasons of Degrassi Junior High, back-to-back.

There were definitely some stand out performers. The Head Nun, Sister Chantelle, for one, is a Jennifer Hudson-esque take-me-to-church-please choir singer. Another stand-out is the character Nadia, the awkwardly bruting, angst-filled, Emily Strange-ish sister to the play’s protagonist. The characters Peter (a boy-next-door emo boy) and Jason (a hot jock) are the play’s leads. They are two boys trying to figure out their sexuality while Ivy (the popular girl at school) pines to be with Jason.

(SPOILER ALERT!)

A happy ending? Don’t count on it. However, I recommend you head the advise of the priest character in the show when he advises the protagonist on accepting his homosexuality: “Don’t question it too much and it will all be fine.”

My final thought? High school is tough stuff. Just be glad you made it through alive. The take-home message is, as the cliché goes, what doesn’t kill you will leave you emotionally crippled and scarred for life….but in a good way.

(Go see it!)

Two thumbs up my bum.
- maha.

Last night I went to see the opening night of Bare. It’s UofT’s latest musical about a catholic high school mounting a play (layered I know!). Bare is a coming-of-age story about three high school students tangled in a bi-sexual love triangle (who hasn’t been there?)

The last time I was at UofT’s Hart House theatre, I saw the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Going into Bare I was expecting something just as edgy and flesh-soaked as Rocky was. However, Bare was not as salacious as I had hoped. The title has nothing to do with the hot naked torso seen in the advert. I was also expecting a whole lot more nudity. Passing a series of “warning: adult content signs” in the theatre lobby, I was expecting more skin (for the same $25, you get more skin at Remington’s)

But alas, Bare doesn’t show it’s body. It bares its soul.

The title of the play eludes to the raw emotional feelings you experience while watching it. Bare has all the pit falls of teenage life – sex, sexuality, drugs, teen pregnancy and suicide. To sit through Bare you need to conjure your inner sociopath (who doesn’t have one??) Bare will leave you drained…but in a good way.

It’s like watching seven seasons of Degrassi Junior High, back-to-back.

There were definitely some stand out performers. The Head Nun, Sister Chantelle, for one, is a Jennifer Hudson-esque take-me-to-church-please choir singer. Another stand-out is the character Nadia, the awkwardly bruting, angst-filled, Emily Strange-ish sister to the play’s protagonist. The characters Peter (a boy-next-door emo boy) and Jason (a hot jock) are the play’s leads. They are two boys trying to figure out their sexuality while Ivy (the popular girl at school) pines to be with Jason.

(SPOILER ALERT!)

A happy ending? Don’t count on it. However, I recommend you head the advise of the priest character in the show when he advises the protagonist on accepting his homosexuality: “Don’t question it too much and it will all be fine.”

My final thought? High school is tough stuff. Just be glad you made it through alive. The take-home message is, as the cliché goes, what doesn’t kill you will leave you emotionally crippled and scarred for life….but in a good way.

(Go see it!)

Two thumbs up my bum.
- maha.