Narwhal Magazine

Congratulations to Narwhal and its new space. Phoebe and I have moved as well. Evicted in fact – wrongfully, of course.

I was an unlucky hero, until our eviction notice, “damage to the building and not following building rules.”

Our laundry room was lit by one Standard 60 watt bulb on a dimmer switch. I know this because I was the last to change it. Over the bulb a large cloth depicting fantastical events and mythical histories of India was hooked up to cover the ceiling, giving the room a warm inviting feel. There was a washer and the dryer, and bookshelves along the back wall where neighbours shared some of their best finds (and some bullshit people couldn’t fit on their own shelves). There were a couple chairs to relax in and wait for the cycles to finish, some plants, and a window that looked into the garden and the bird fountain at its center. The best part was the machines, old and trustworthy and only fifty cents a load! I would often just sit and read...

I've just returned to Vancouver from Palm Springs, and Phoebe won the coin toss so our sexual misadventures will be appearing in her writing and not mine. However, we were lucky enough to be in the States for President Obama's inauguration. I don't know how much Mr. Obama will change our world, but I believe in something I never had much hope in before and that's the will to do good, and on the airplane home I thought how Mr. Obama's presidency and world affairs could very much be seen as an orgy. I've discovered that orgies like politics, need a strong leader to watch over the engagements and to have forethought enough so all territories and peoples may benefit, perhaps not at the same time but in time.

Strong leaders display confidence, intelligence and respect (the exact qualities that President Obama displays), especially when giving themselves, and we can be assured that their presence within a room is palpable.

The mistress that reigned over our orgy – one...