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Rum Magic on the Island
Submitted by Jen on Wed, 07/02/2008 - 14:13.
by Jen
The week is done, now take me to the island and gimme some rum!
Hey Ms. SheJay Put a Record on, I Wanna Dance With My Baby…
Submitted by Robyn Sprott on Wed, 06/18/2008 - 10:40.
Pink Mafia Presents: GET ER DONE
W/ DJs: Betti Forde, Bitchin', Fierce Helder, The Royal Society & Barbi
By Robyn Sprott
Angelic, chastity, submissive, devout, obedient, and domestic… the unblemished conventional attributes prescribed to the embodiment of womanhood. ENOUGH OF THIS JUNE CLEAVER SHIT! Who wants to follow her feeble and pathetic example of altruistic behaviour anyways?! I’d rather be a Rude Gurl Selectah and Get ‘Er Done!
Last Night A DJ Saved My Life
Submitted by Anonymous on Mon, 05/26/2008 - 14:05.
by Teresa Grimbos
Judy Bloom references always make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. After all, Ms. Bloom had a lot to do with my preteen popularity status when she imparted her wisdom on me to repeatedly chant “I must I must I must increase my bust”, placing me at the very top of my prepubescent male counterparts’ “best boobs” list.
And so yes—I judged a dance party by its flyer. Are you there God, it’s me-Dance Party happened at Tiger Bar—a cavernous little hole somewhat redeemed by amazon-themed wallpaper, but not so much by an awful locker room stench and unusually high temperature noticeable immediately upon entry into the bar. But, an uncomfortable setting didn’t matter for the true dance lovers who were feeling the music. The checkerboard dance floor was soon obscured by gyrating hips, flailing arms and, if you listened closely, you could hear a sing along or two (think koom-ba-ya with an electro pop back beat).
I'd play both sides
Submitted by Anonymous on Thu, 05/22/2008 - 11:15.
Uh Huh Her @ Mod Club
by Sass Zucket
FYI, if you're looking for a lesbian this Friday night, head on over to Little Italy. Several hundreds of them will be gathering and gyrating at the Mod Club. And all you can do is mope and pout in the blistering non-hotness of the outside because you're not in there with them. The Uh Huh Her show is sold out.
BEHIND THE BOTTLE
Submitted by Anonymous on Wed, 05/21/2008 - 15:16.
I have never been an emotional sharer. I tense up when hugged, never cry in public, and deal with my personal problems by myself. This comes partly from nature and partly from years of repression training with my best friend from high school, Mark, who was chronically depressed, thanks to his abusive father. Mark made me promise not to report his father or his multiple attempts at suicide to anyone. Reluctantly and ignorantly I agreed, vacuum sealing my emotions inside. I couldn’t tell my other friends I wasn’t sleeping because I spent my nights on the phone with Mark, afraid that if we hung up, he wouldn’t be at school the next day. And I couldn’t bring myself to vent my teenage preoccupations about guys, grades, and groundings because when I saw the medical tape peering out from under the long sleeves Mark always wore, they seemed too trivial to deserve a voice.
ROCKSTAR HOTEL
Submitted by Sass on Thu, 06/19/2008 - 12:57.
Pre-MMVA Party @ Gladstone Hotel
by Sass Zucket
I gave up a night of gushing over guitar babes at North by Northeast to attend THE hottest ticket in town on Saturday night; the exclusive invite-only pre-MMVA party at the Gladstone Hotel hosted by District Lifestyle Marketing in conjunction with Pink Mafia.
Evidently, I was invite-worthy. OK, so maybe I was there under El Presidente's decree and when she mentioned I could go, I yelped YES! YES! YES! Oh gee lucky me! and choked on my own fame-gluttonous salivation at the opportunity. Charlie and his chocolate factory ain't got nuttin' on the golden ticket to Rockstar Hotel. I mean who wouldn't forgo fawning over dirty rockstar wannabes at NXNE to legitimately party like a rock, party like a rockstar?
'Politics of Puberty' party at Whippersnapper gallery.
Submitted by Sass on Wed, 06/11/2008 - 14:44.
By: Sass Zucket
Remember how horny you were as a teen?
A babe served me this line as a sell to go out on a date with him to the Whippersnapper gallery's dance party, kicking off the 'Politics of Puberty' show. I obliged, because Jen had included this in her Weekend Ideas newsletter, and he was a good kisser. If I'm going to take a trek down teenage memory lane, there better be some making out involved. To answer the headlining question, I do remember how horny I was as a teen. My sexual desire hasn't changed much, seeing as my teenage years were not so long ago. This was probably true of all the attendees. If anything, most of us are more horny now, y'know, having actually had sex. The Whippersnapper gallery is a not-for-profit space for youth artists. For the event, the space took on an
You Gotta Give In to Peer Pressure Every Now and Then
Submitted by Robyn Sprott on Thu, 05/22/2008 - 11:23.
The Montreal Crew Brings it to Toronto every first Saturday @ The Drake
By Robyn Sprott
There is a man from Montreal who has the softest, most velveteen-like skin in all the land. While this fact alone is astonishing, it doesn’t stop there. Legend has it he throws the raddest parties where all the top-shelf tastemakers rejoice in a fiesta on the dance floor and “bare gines” and “33 cent a minute pay-as-you go kinda gals” (cell phone speaking, you pervo) come alive. This man with freakishly velvety soft skin and current cock of the walk roosting on the partying throne goes by the name of Sir D.L. Jones, and he is one of the individuals responsible for Peer Pressure.
Your mother was probably right when she told you to stay away from “those kids.” You know the ones. The ones that take risks, binge drink, and indulge in recreational drug use all in the name of Peer Pressure. Well its time you tell your mother to shut the e’ff up and give in to Peer Pressure!
Robyn: Pop Starlet to Superhero
Submitted by Anonymous on Wed, 05/21/2008 - 15:32.
Robyn @ The Phoenix
by Sass Zucket
Nevermind the Met Custom Gala, dressed characteristically to theme in a black caped top and pleather tights, MY superhero this week was Robyn; Swedish 90s' poptart turned hipster dance dynamo.
Everyone has been raving about Robyn, from Perez Hilton to Pitchfork. Toronto's own Eye Weekly even plastered her on their cover and consequently all the streets of Toronto with her platinum blonde bob and signature bandana. You might as well jump on the Robyn-lovyn bandwagon. It's such a fun place to be!
Wine, Wine, Wine…and Whine Then Some, If You Missed It!
Submitted by Anonymous on Fri, 05/16/2008 - 09:26.
by Tanya Scholes
There was a whole lot of wine-ing going on last week at Santé Toronto International Wine Festival. If you missed it, any ‘whining’ you’ll be doing is of a whole other variety. Which is what I did when I realized that I had missed NINE years of this super fun, free-flowing wine festival. If you’ve been ignorant up to this point about how fab a festival it is, fear not friends, there is a silver lining to this cloud, as Santé will be back next year. And trust me, pen it in. It’s an event ‘not to miss’!
From May 5th – 10th, last week, Santé Toronto International Wine Festival celebrated a ‘party ten years in the making’. The revelry showcased 74 International wineries, including 375 wines from 12 countries, an estimated 7,000 opened bottles of wine and featuring tastings, seminars, dinners and shopping with wine in hand throughout the Bloor-Yorkville neighbourhood (a dangerous thing after a few smooth glasses of wine while in Hazelton Lanes and finding those shoes and that bag that you have to have OR you find yourself in Lovecraft with liquid courage in hand and reservations left at the door…I’ll leave that story for my husband to tell).
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