Dear Stuart,   Camp’s been great! The last rays of languid orange light dapple a fright wig bobbing in the R3‘s pool like a gentle blood clot in a sea of Hypnotiq. Ay, Stuart, the last day of camp is always bittersweet, and indeed my heart feels as heavy as

Look at that world through rose-coloured glasses! It’s Pink Saturday queer folk, and the hits just keep on coming. As of yesterday afternoon, the wedding bells started clanging again and hordes of lovebirds are promenading down those steps downtown like so many Marilyns and Joes. So whether you’re kick starting