Saturday, February 29, 2020
Big thank you to Halifax Transit’s lost and found for their outstanding customer service, the driver on route four Wednesday morning and especially the good samaritan who returned my laptop. 10,000 thanks still isn't enough. — KJ
Friday, February 28, 2020
You're my guy. My perpetual hug. My mountain spring of laughter. The steady bedrock, the beautiful heart of a generous and considerate lover who cares for others. I am unfathomably happy that we've been reunited after all this time, and even though we're not in the same place right now, we will be soon! I can't wait to build stuff, make music and art with you, exchange rapid-fire wordplay and scurry around town catching Pokémon. Let the neural-network generated text bring us to tears, laughing so our abs and neck muscles seize up. You're the one for me, and I don't need anyone to send me a SIGN because you already make them. You're better than good. You are THE GOODEST. Long-distance is hard, but your morning texts keep me going, you wordsmith, you. Looking forward to getting a bowl of that chili. — Your Spark, Your Pilot Flame
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
Just want to send some love out to the people who've had my back from my teen years to now. My longtime chosen family who get me and who have seen me at my worst, and supported me and encouraged me during my struggles, are the ones whose words ring through to my soul and strip all else away when things get noisy. All you moral, upstanding, dignified humans, who don't cheat or lie or undermine or covertly hurt anyone else, are my heroes. I love you all for so many reasons, but right now I'm so very grateful simply for you just being there. — You Know Who You Are
Saturday, February 15, 2020
To the two couples having a posh dinner at around 6pm. I AM SO SO SORRY. I thought I could be as quiet as I could in blowing my nose but failed. My dear friend did mention it and I felt so very embarrassed. I was very tempted to pay for each of your desserts but I only thought of that gesture too late. So I ask you to please forgive me, and I hope both tables who heard me had a good night. Once again, I apologize. — Malh
Thursday, February 13, 2020
Wonderful editors that lay out the Love/Bitch section. I'm sitting in New Zealand, reading a crinkly, month-old edition of The Coast that was definitely drenched at one point, that my family lovingly sends me from home. I begin to read as I usually do (check the photographer of the cover, and then read from back-to-front—goodies in the back, of course!) I arrive at the Love/Bitch section and do a quick scan: one love and five bitches. Hmm. That's a lot of bitching for a section that includes "love" in the title.
I check the date of the edition: week of January 9. Damn. At a time when Halifax is going through its post-holidaze recovery and many Scotians are actively struggling with depression, the one newspaper that hasn't totally fallen off the rails and still has decent content is really vibing with the shit. Yeah, it's funny. And yeah, it can make people feel better, sometimes. It's great to bitch it out and have others agree and validate it. But in a world where we're desperately needing some guiding light, and some seriously positive influence, do you think we could call back in some love, just a bit? There'd be an outrage if there'd been an interview that covered five hetero cis guys, one woman and no queens. I know there's more love in you, you can do it! — Love Is The Answer
Thursday, February 6, 2020
BIG shout-out to my D&D group. It's always the highlight of my week being able to spend a few hours with you, creating a story together. I thank you as well for all the emotional support y'all give me when I'm feeling down. I couldn't ask for a better group of players and friends. — Level 31 Dungeon Master
Wednesday, February 5, 2020
You put a sparkly Christmas pillow in a tree with a note about how it was up for grabs. I took it and gave it to my parents—they love that kind of shit, and they loved the pillow ("maybe we'll keep it out all year!"). Just wanted you to know that the pillow ended up in the perfect place. — Joy To The North End
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