We are a boy and a cat, seeking a safe place to call home in Kingston in September. I (the boy) am set to begin my MA in Gender Studies at Queen’s; she, the cat, has patiently agreed to move with me yet again.
WHAT WE WANT: Ideally I would like to find an affordable bachelor or one-bedroom. I would also consider roommates, if the situation sounded good. I prefer not to live in areas densely populated by large packs of undergrads... unless they’re all awesome and have rad politics.
Necessities include: a space that is queer- and trans-friendly; a space that is cat-friendly; sufficient indoor room to store my bicycles.
Things that make me happy include: on-site laundry; balconies, yards or other outdoor spaces; gas-burning stoves; bathtubs; above-ground settings; respectful landlords.
ABOUT THE BOY: I am a 25-yo white queer transboy with an anti-oppressive feminist politic. I am a self-reflexive writer, filmmaker and academic. I am an amateur competitive boxer currently fighting out of the Newsgirls gym in Toronto; but don’t worry, I won’t hang a heavy bag from the ceiling or keep you up at night with the tappity-tap of my jump rope. I am a cyclist who loves his bikes dearly and is always on-board for two-wheeled adventures.
I’m a meat-eater and a good cook. I’m also a west-coaster and a country kid… not in the horses-and-pigs sense, but in the venison-and-backwoods sense. This has endowed me with a set of random skills and attributes. For instance: I have no fear of spiders, wasps, rodents or snakes. I am clumsy on stairs, but sure-footed on rocks, roots, logs and mountainsides. I can build you a fire and, with relative accuracy, tell you if that rustling in the bushes is a rodent, a reptile, a bird, or a peeping tom. Useful, I know.
All of the following words describe me: loving, friendly, stubborn, moody, playful, honest, creative, shy, strange, awkward, pessimistic, bold, supportive, aloof, loyal, insensitive, oversensitive, and contradictory.
ABOUT THE CAT: Jezebel is a tiny gray tabby with a heart three times the size of her body. Looking at her paws, you’d swear she was wearing cute white mittens and saucy knee-high boots. She loses her mind over queer masculinities, sometimes even more than her faggoty human companion (me) does.
She is a rescue who spent her earliest years in a less-than-ideal situation. Though she is loving and precious, she has residual issues such as one might expect from a brave little survivor. She and I share an understanding, and love one another despite our imperfections. If you let her, she’ll love you too.
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If you know of a potential good fit for Jezebel and I, please email me: aneuman at fire-storm dot net. Thanks!