It was Thanksgiving this past weekend here in Canada and I had much to be thankful for. The actual list would take several posts to fully expand upon and so instead, a short list of key items follows:
Things To Be Thankful For
1. Not losing anyone in the tsunami/hurricane/earthquake trifecta. Holy fucking shit. Clearly we are living in the last days. I’m sure we’ve all memorized the Red Cross url by now, but there it is again.
2. Katr. For numerous reasons I can’t even begin to list because then I would spend all day being sappy instead of writing my short piece about how Anne of Green Gables was doing her best friend. The world needs to know!! I know Katr understands - which is one of the reasons that she’s the best ever.
3. Being Canadian. I don’t need to get all smug about it - Canada’s not perfect. But living here - and being a big fat lesbian here - it’s a good time.
4. That Jebr and Deuce cooked an amazing Thanksgiving dinner for us this year and all Katr and I had to do was show up and bring pie. GOD, that turkey was good. And the beans. And the brussel sprouts. And the creamy creamy potatoes. And the pie - THE PIE. I got our Thanksgiving pie from Pie in the Sky, which is an annual fund raiser that helps provide meals to people living with AIDS. To quote their press release: Toronto’s top bakeries, pastry chefs, caterers and celebrity chefs bake a variety of delicious pies (apple and pumpkin this year) that are then sold for $35. By purchasing a pie, you make it possible for Food for Life to provide 10 meals for someone homebound with AIDS. For my Toronto readers, if I didn’t hassle you about this pie deal this year, you’d better believe I’ll be right up your ass about it next year. Good cause - GREAT pie. The amazing thing is that I picked up the pie on Friday afternoon and it remained in our fridge, unmolested, until we brought it over to Deuce’s place on Sunday. I don’t think a pie has ever lasted that long, untouched, in my presence. Although, to be fair, Katr did catch me crooning to the pie on a number of occasions over the weekend. “Not long now, little pie.”
5. Stuffing. Jebr, because she is practical and also because she cooked potatoes in a quart of cream, decided against including stuffing in our resplendent Thanksgiving feast. The stuffing was not missed - on Sunday. But Monday, with the pie gone, Katr and I decided that the leftover turkey needed a cuddly, starchy friend and I was dispatched to the FreshMart to get ingredients for stuffing. Oh my god, that stuffing was good. We decided to hold off eating it until a more appropriate Thanksgiving dinner time (i.e. 4:00 p.m.) and again, our restraint was Herculean. Although I did catch Katr crooning to the stuffing a couple of times before we ate. “Not long now, little stuffing.”
6. Family. I enjoy mine and am missing them. I was chatting recently with one of the organizers of the annual Loud n’ Queer Cabaret in Edmonton, where someone might be performing my “sometimes when I’m really turned on I blush so bad I get a rash” poem later this year, and she said “Too bad you can’t make it yourself. Maybe you can give your comps to your parents?” and I thought “Yeah! My parents would LOVE to see someone perform my lesbian sex poem! Especially if it’s free!” and then I thought “Man. My parents are cool. Even if one of them has forbidden me to discuss their hilarious actions in my blog.”
Comments:
I’m thankful that you and Katr have each other.
Comment by drew — Tuesday, October 11, 2005 @ 4:35 pm
Drew, it’s that kind of sweet comment that makes me want to go all sappy and stop writing 19th century lesbian sex scenes!! Sniff. You’re so sweet.
Comment by Rose — Tuesday, October 11, 2005 @ 4:39 pm
Drew, you’re the best! Even if you don’t respond to my sisterly emails …
Comment by Queen Katicus — Tuesday, October 11, 2005 @ 5:26 pm
I’m thankful for Creampuff Revolution. It makes my day! And I’m thankful for you, Roro. Yes, indeed, I am.
Comment by Padu — Thursday, October 13, 2005 @ 1:53 am
Dearest Padu! I give thanks for you too - you have made my day more often than I can say! Clearly, we’ll have to get together next week for our own special Thanksgiving - the kind that involves chicken and trashy reality tv. Although really, no Thanksgiving could ever top the one where we saw Gulag in the afternoon, had Wendy’s turkey burgers for dinner, saw David Cronenberg’s Crash ("Ugh! Not the scar! Don’t fuck the scar!") and then sat up late into the night watching Jane Badler eat a rat in V. Good times, my friend. Good times.
Comment by roro — Thursday, October 13, 2005 @ 11:32 am
Need more sex scenes. Yes. More sex scenes, indeed. Forget the turkey (or, include it tastefully)…
Comment by newyorkex — Saturday, October 15, 2005 @ 1:18 am
Hang in there, NYEx - those scenes are on their way. And they are hot. HOT!!
Comment by Rose — Saturday, October 15, 2005 @ 5:20 pm
We don’t get Thanksgiving over here in the UK: shame.
Comment by Winter — Saturday, October 15, 2005 @ 6:04 pm
That’s more than a shame, Winter -that’s cold, wet and wrong.
Comment by roro — Monday, October 17, 2005 @ 9:22 pm
We were so worried the brining process had rendered the turkey carcass too salty. It’s clear, though, such was not the case. (For those of you how haven’t met the Queen of Creampuffs in person, she is easily the most expressive of eaters–betraying her satisfaction with food she finds satisfing in outward expressions even Schechner would find astounding, it’s completely rewarding to observe!)
Comment by The one time blogger formerly known as “Deuce” (until he came to his senses & realised he was just being silly…) — Tuesday, October 18, 2005 @ 2:48 am
Well perhaps I could try and introduce it over here. I can make pumpkin pie.
Comment by Winter — Tuesday, October 18, 2005 @ 7:10 pm
“my short piece about how Anne of Green Gables was doing her best friend. The world needs to know!!”
Gasp. I thought I was the only one with Anne/Diana fantasies!!
The truth will out, my friend. Keep spreading the word!!
Comment by Andygrrl — Saturday, October 22, 2005 @ 1:14 pm
Excuse me while I look “Schechner” up on the information superhighway. Deuce and his fancy references…
Winter - pumpkin pie is an excellent start. And Andy - we are not alone. I was driven to write the Anne of Green Gables thing because I couldn’t find any Anne/Diana slash fiction online. Clearly we’ll have to write our own!!!
Comment by Rose — Saturday, October 22, 2005 @ 4:38 pm