You Bastard!

Last year Ontario Premier Doug Ford admitted that over 5,000 convicted sexual predators lived within the GTA, and one National Post reporter calculated that based on those numbers, every child living in the GTA (General Toronto Area) was less than one mile away from a registered sexual offender. Ontario taxpayers paid more than $2 million dollars to create a provincial registry of sexual predators, yet today parents have no access to review this directory, which Ford had promised to put online for public access BEFORE the last elections, but has abandoned the idea after the elections. Gee what a surprise eh? As a result my wife and I have no idea if we have a convicted child molester living on our block or across from the local playground or within walking distance of our daughter's...

i know you think that i'm mad at you for the years of abuse and emotional turmoil that you put me through, but i'm not. i'm mad at myself for not recognizing the abuse sooner. i've tried for a while now to forget certain things--the fear i felt when you'd shut me up in my room while you drank with your loud, loud friends; the disappointment i felt when you'd ghost me after i changed my entire schedule for just an hour or two with you; the fear i felt when you would leave me in parking lots all alone. all alone. anyways. i've tried to forget, but i can't. i got a phone before anyone else in my grade. everyone thought that i was cool or spoiled or rich--i wasn't. i wanted to explain. i wanted them to know what you'd done; wanted them to know that you would drop your six year old off at...

Just wanted to share my LAST text to John: The last text thread was pure sarcasm on my part. I caught you trying to fuck a total stranger in 5 min on FB. you have the nerve to say you're shook up! Fucking laughable! It was a fling. One of us can be honest. I saw my initial trip as an escape. You lovebombed me fiercely after that. Lies, fantasies- I suppose you pulled out a reliable script. The words you said never matched your actions. I never fully believed you. 2nd and third trip, your excitement diminished and the reality crept in. You knew when to reel me back in, and when to subtly insult me. I never came, not once, on the third trip. Everything was about you. Rather, you went through the motions of pleasing your partner, as though we all like the same things. I was...

Written around: March to June 2021 The background: The story I usually don’t like telling: That there are people who don't want me around, became very evident to me since the time my Application for Professorship was first considered at Faculty Sub-ASAC in August 2018. The sources of points (earned or achieved) that I had claimed in my application became obvious to everyone and immediately some colleagues shamelessly started to question my credentials and credibility, with the sole aim to hinder my academic movements. I was removed from Headship (in an extremely influenced, unfair and prejudiced Departmental Meeting on August 31st, 2018) after just one-term (this had happened for the first and only time, at least since I joined NUL in 2003). That too, after a number of...