The cafe tables of Glad Day, the queer bookstore in the heart of Toronto’s gay village, have been rearranged into a semi-circle facing the wall across from the bar, blank except for three letters cut out of neon yellow construction paper: F A T…

A journal entry I jotted down while on my 15-minute break two years ago: “I still feel depleted in my bones, lungs and soul after drinking an entire pot of coffee. I yearn to create like I once did many moons ago – immersed in creative flow…

As a demiromantic person, my friends mean the world to me. I love them, I cherish them, and as the found family trope espouses, they really have become like siblings to me over the years. I’m very happy being single and…

“Plenty of fish in the sea.” It’s a phrase we’ve all heard after a breakup. While the sentiment is often well-intended and optimistic, embarking on your journey to “catch” your next lover can be daunting. After my last breakup, I felt…