I went Curling last night and it was so much FUN!! When I tried it in high school, I found it cold and boring. But I think that was because I was afraid to fall on the ice and look foolish. Now that I’m older and have lots of experience looking stupid and foolish, I’m comfortable looking silly which is what made it so fun.

As a result of the fun, I’m all sore and bruised on my right hip because I’d fall over basically every time I’d throw the rock (I suspect “throwing the rock” isn’t the correct term). Even though I exercise regularly, a lot of my muscles are sore from all the sweeping.

I didn’t find it cold because I bought some snuggly warm sweatpants and hoodie from Roots. Buying new clothes and then getting to show them off makes me very happy!! Even though it’s blatant advertising, I like that the sweatpants have Roots written on the butt because they draw attention to my ass. I like my ass. I know that sounds all conceited, but it’s so hard to find the body love that it’s fun to have at least one part of my body that I think is cute!!!!

I actually have photographic evidence of me curling!! If you know anything about curling, you’ll be horrified by my bad form and understand why I kept falling on every shot. I'm not falling in this picture because my hand is on the ice.



The other entertaining part of the evening was realizing how bizarre my co-workers and I seem to others. Our instructor asked a couple of us where we work because we’re such an “eclectic bunch.” See, my office is really gay! No, seriously. I’d say 99% of us are queer folks, and the content of our work is also gay. I suspect that the curling club in east Toronto had never seen a group quite like us. Super femmey and ultra masculine gay men. Sporty dykes (if you turned on Women’s Golfing and saw some of my co-workers, you’d think “total Lesbian”), and very Toronto urban dykes (I was trying to think of anyone in the media who has the same style, and the only one who comes close is Shane on “The L Word”). There’s also a prominence of piercings, tattoos, multi-coloured hair and army pants.

My co-workers really relished yelling “Hard” or “You know you like it hard” to the sweepers. We all fell down more than once and would laugh at each other (cause we're mature). Fun, fun times.

Because of the extreme amount of gayness on the rink, it reminded me of moosesal’s fun Spike/Xander curling story Your House or Mine.

In conclusion, I like curling. I may actually do it again!!