As of next Sunday, Glam Gam Productions is no more. Forget the Box has a wicked awesome write-up on their latest show, Tits the Season. Check their show, LAST EVER, on Dec 9, 10 and 11.

If I could throw my hat in the ring for a quick sec, I gotta say I'll miss them. They were a rare mix of artistic integrity, audaciousness and total fucking folly. I love it when people can REMEMBER LAUGHTER. Fuck high-brow: these kids would go into the woods, looking all wood thug-like, and take pics of themselves with neon accoutrements hanging from various parts of their bodies. This is art my friends. Anyway.

Julie from the trio of nipple triple threats had this to say about the parting...

"We have decided to stop producing shows in order to pursue other projects right now. Michael has decided to follow his childhood dream and move to Ottawa to pursue a career in real estate. Sarah and myself have decided to follow him there and join the Conservative party," she said in a serious interview, in all seriousness.

"But seriously," Julie adds, "we just need time to focus on other artistic projects, work on videos and apply for artist grants."

Thanks to midnightpoutine.ca for the pic.

RIP, Glam Gam.

The HTMLles fest is still going on, and cyborgs make it worth your while. The fest name is a funny play on words. It means: ELLEs, as in HER. HTMLles. Get it?

Also, if you know any womyns that could be potentially THE BEST EVER (technology-oriented lady): Fast Company, a magazine, is looking for submissions. Push your fav femmes forward! Now here is a pixelated womyn, for your enjoyment (obvi).

Back to school! More teachers, more drrrty looks, more, more, more!

Celebrate mit us as the city heads feet first into the warm bathwater of studiously avoiding adulthood for yet another school year.

The 2110 Centre takes care of your activist needs and trains you to incorporate gender into yr politics. Though if you read this blog, you probably are drawn to it in part because you like gender and shit. This Wednesday.

TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL: An Intro to Gender Advocacy & Organizing

Happy Kebec day! Today is like Canada Day but for seperatists! Have you heard that Gilles Duceppe is seriously threatening referendum again, to 1000 of his international cohorts no less? I have to say I have felt the anglo-franco tensions peaking a bit lately, although it's never as strong in Montreal as it is in Quebec City. (By the way my homie Roxane Hudon documents her journey to the homeland on her Ballz Montreal site. Her main purpose was to speak English and hug politicians). Seriously though.

There's a mass exodus going on here, among my anglo friends. Having paid  taxes, school fees and proudly calling it home for years, many are packing it in and taking it West, or worst—Toronto. We just can't find jobs here... unless you're in the health sciences or something but fuck that right we're all artists/writers/cultural producers. A lot of us have found that working contracts and then doing EI is good if you can make ends meet. But it gets old. Being poor is getting pretty real and pretty annoying. So i've been thinking of making the move too. But it pulls at me daily, it yanks and pleads its case for this ol' towne.

There is really nothing like Montreal Roller Derby, nothing like Mile-End, nothing like Cagibi's caramelized onion grilled cheese. Nothing quite as fancy as having the best sandwich in Montreal at Aux Vivres and saying hey to one of the Tegans/Saras at the table over. Or getting sweaty at a Meow Mix. Or fuckit, seeing all of them melted makeup fancy drag queens on St-Catherine's.

So Kebec, make it for me a reason to stay? Because this city is melting, and waning, and courting me daily. And it's getting hard to resist.

A reason to stay: Lezzies on X.