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“Have you eaten?” isn’t just small talk. It’s I care about you in a language that doesn’t always use words. 🍱❤️
This Asian Heritage Month, we’re talking love languages — but not the Western version. We’re going deeper into how affection, care, and even criticism show up in Asian culture... and what happens when two people are loving each other in completely different dialects.
New episode out now 🎙️ Link in bio!

#AsianHeritageMonth #LoveLanguages #CanadianSalad #Podcast #AsianCulture #CulturalIntelligence #ActsOfService #FoodIsLove #RepresentationMatters

See you on the dancefloor babes 😈

………… Calling all Crew to the…
📡📟😈 COCKPIT | MAY 9 😈📟📡
... Skylight Warehouse | 10pm-4am
.......... w/ SNTINT, ESTEBAN
……………. &  DEL STAMP

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Step into the modern world of sweaty gay euphoria, and melodic punchy tech-house at COCKPIT. 😈 Join us as we reimagine the modern circuit party and resurrect the judgement-free, togetherness of the 1980s ‘circuit’ era with the fabulous gear & circuit fashion of today.

😈 Private Warehouse
😈 Breathtaking Laser & Light installations
😈 Signature Cockpit Dance Floor
😈 Swift In-House Arrival & Clothes Check
😈 5 Areas to Discover: Bar & Lounge, Dance Floor, Balconies, DR, Outdoor Patio

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😈 M U S I C 😈

DEL STAMP
https://www.instagram.com/vancouverhooligan
https://soundcloud.com/del-stamp

ESTEBAN
https://soundcloud.com/esteban-orellana-188698525
https://www.instagram.com/e.0rellana/

SNTINT
https://soundcloud.com/andy-wu-569515372
https://www.instagram.com/sntint.live/

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😈 P E R F O R M E R S 😈

TBA

Lasers by
Sean Greggor of Laser Light House
@laserlight.house

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The Gay Agenda events are held on the stolen and unceded, ancestral territories of the xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam), Sḵwx̱wú7mesh (Squamish), and səlilwətaɬ (Tsleil-Waututh) Nations.

“Joy that comes fast also goes fast.” 💬

We said what we said. 🙌 This week on Canadian Salad, we got vulnerable about what brings us joy during hard times — and why we’re all a little too addicted to the instant stuff.

Drop a comment: what’s one small thing that brought you joy today? 👇

New episode out now 🎙️ Link in bio.

#EverydayJoy #CanadianSaladPodcast #SlowLiving #FindingJoy #MindfulnessMatters #PodcastLife #CanadianPodcast #JoyInTheSmallThings #MentalHealthMatters #CuriosityCure #CommunityOverEverything #PodcastRecommendation #NewEpisode #WomensWellness #CulturallyIntelligent

🗓️SAVE THE DATE | May 16, 2026

It’s our most auspicious birthday yet! Celebrate 8 years of queer Asian parties, artistry, and love here in Vancouver.

Theme hint: We’ll be going… beyond 😉.

🎟️ Tickets on sale this Wednesday, April 22 @ noon.

“Equality is a state of mind.”

That’s where we landed in part two of this conversation—and it surprised us both.

We went deep this episode.

Daoist philosophy says power is like riding a horse—sometimes you pull, sometimes you let go. Confucian tradition says the master’s purpose is for the student to surpass them. Coast Salish cultures built hierarchies around reciprocity—where wealth was bestowed through potlatch, not hoarded.

These aren’t utopian ideas. They’re real cultural practices. And they challenge the Western assumption that hierarchy is always about domination.

The question we’re sitting with: can honouring someone’s hierarchy actually be the most equal thing you can do?

🍂 Link in bio for the full episode.

#CanadianSalad #CulturalIntelligence #Hierarchy #EqualityIsAStateOfMind #Decolonize #PowerWith #CoastSalish #Daoism #Confucius #IndigenousWisdom #CanadianPodcast #CulturalPrivilege #LeadershipDevelopment #Potlatch #Reciprocity

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

As the year folds into its last page, I can’t help but feel sentimental.
This past year did not unfold the way I once imagined. I ended a relationship. I loosened my grip on a family bond that once defined me. I walked away from a job that had structured my days. I have been unemployed for almost a year now, a sentence that once felt heavy in my mouth, but now feels strangely honest.

There were days I felt untethered, as if the map I had trusted dissolved in my hands. There were moments of betrayal, of conflict, of realizing that love, in all its forms does not always stay simply because we wish it to. I grieved not only people, but versions of myself I thought I would continue to be.

And yet.
I traveled to places that widened my breath. I sat at tables filled with laughter that lingered long after the plates were cleared. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones who met me exactly where I was: unfinished, uncertain, and searching. I found choices where I once only saw endings. I found courage in saying no. I found softness in not knowing.

Loneliness visited me often. Sometimes it sat quietly beside me; sometimes it roared. But in that solitude, I began to realize maybelife is not about milestones to reach, titles to hold, relationships to secure. Maybe we are not meant to “arrive” anywhere. Maybe the point is not to become something fixed and impressive, but to keep experiencing — loving, losing, wandering, rebuilding. Maybe the journey is not leading us somewhere; maybe the journey itself is the living.

Thank you to those who walked with me this year, through airports, through heartbreak, through late night conversations and long silences. Thank you for reminding me that even when paths diverge, the time we shared remains.

Here’s to another year of becoming.
Not arriving.
Just becoming

🎠 𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗖𝗔𝗞𝗘: 𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 🎠
FEB 21 • LNY 2026 • NOW ON SALE
___

Save a horse. Ride into the sunset with Ricecake. 🐴🌅

WE’RE BACK, BABY! And, we’re starting 2026 with our annual Lunar New Year party!

The year of the FIRE HORSE will be full of rebellion and chaos, so strap in for a wild ride, and join the queer Asian herd at @birdhouseartspace on February 21 for a night of horsing around!

𝗗𝗝𝘀
🎧 @filimix_ •9PM - 10PM
🎧 @me.bellasie •10PM - 2AM
🎧 @kayholing •12AM - 2AM

𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗚 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪 •11:30PM
💥 @anya.anomaly
💥 @percy.pegg
💥 @valak_d_mon
💥 @yuen_young
🎤 Hosted by @hostionho

𝗚𝗢-𝗚𝗢𝘀
❤️‍🔥 @gailanyvr
❤️‍🔥 @itsmemayumi_604
❤️‍🔥 @itz__peggy
❤️‍🔥 @shaunnygogo

𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗦
🧧 @mujiejewelry
🧧 RICE MART

Gallop! Don’t trot. Tickets are on sale now!

$15 early bird • $30 at door • Link in bio.

P.S. If you’re facing financial barriers, email hello@ricecake.events for accessible tickets!

🐎🧨🐎🧨🐎🧨🐎🧨🐎🧨🐎🧨

RICECAKE: HORSE POWER
🗓️ Saturday, February 21, 2026
🕘 9PM - 2AM
📍 @birdhouseartspace – 44 West 4th Ave.
🪪 19+ – 2 pieces of ID required

🧨🐎🧨🐎🧨🐎🧨🐎🧨🐎🧨🐎

🖼️: @dol___

🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 This event is sponsored in part by Health Initiative for Men / @instahim , an organization focusing on gay, bisexual, queer men, and gender diverse people. To access HIM's mental and sexual health resources, including free HIV self-test kits, visit checkhimout.ca. 🔗

Thank you 2025.
There’s always something to be grateful for.

w/ special guest 💅🏻Hostion💅🏻 @hostionho

The Gay Agenda’s 4th Annual
T E A . D A N C E
🌳💅🌳
G A R D E N P A R T Y
3pm Sunday, August 31st
At The UBC Farm

w/ music by

🌳 DEL STAMP @vancouverhooligan
🌳 ZIGGY ZAYA @ziggy_zaya
🌳 NOTHING MAJOR @djnothingmajor

drag performances by

💅🏻 BLISS @sheisbliss_
💅🏻 PM @pmforagoodtime_

and special guests

🌳 CHRIS @chrissinclaire
🌳 GAGO @gaggged
🌳 HOSTION @hostionho
🌳 JAN @janvanv
🌳 KOHLE @kohle_sweeney
🌳 LEO @thetranssuperman
🌳 SHANE @musclemonkeh
🌳 SHAUN @shaunnygogo
🌳 SIKLAB X @adjay_van
🌳 SLOW MYSTICAL @slowmystical

hosted by the one and only Modern Mother

👑 ALMA BITCHES @the.alma.be

███████████████

PART I (MORE CLOTHES)
🌳 Photos, Lewks & Hugging your Besties
🌳 Libations (Ice Cold Beer & Cider)
🌳 Lawn Games & Performances

PART II (LESS CLOTHES)
🌳 Drag Show
🌳 House & Disco in the Tent
🌳 Hay Bale Shenanigans, Sweat & Sparklers ✨

████ TEA DANCE LOOKS ████

👞 ...GARDEN CLASSIC... 👞
Suspenders & Bowties
Collared Shirts
Unbuttoned Groomsmen
Shirtless Uncle

💅 ...SUMMER FABULOUS... 💅
Statement Sunglasses
Cocktail Dresses
Oversized Hats
Cheeky Caftans
Circuit Chic

🪵 ...RURAL TRADE... 🪵
Lumberjack Plaid
Cowboy Denim
Full Brimmed Hats
Chest Hair
Leather

████ EXPERIENCES ████

🌳 Beer Garden Social
🌳 Print Photo Booth
🌳 Professional Photography
🌳 Bocce
🌳 Croquet
🌳 Giant Jenga
🌳 Drag Show
🌳 Dance Tent

████ TICKETS ████

🌳 $20 Super Early Bird (SOLD OUT)
🌳 $24 Early Bird (SOLD OUT)
🌳 $28 Advanced
🌳 $34 Regular

w/ special guest 💅🏻Hostion💅🏻 @hostionho

The Gay Agenda’s 4th Annual
T E A . D A N C E
🌳💅🌳
G A R D E N P A R T Y
3pm Sunday, August 31st
At The UBC Farm

w/ music by

🌳 DEL STAMP @vancouverhooligan
🌳 ZIGGY ZAYA @ziggy_zaya
🌳 NOTHING MAJOR @djnothingmajor

drag performances by

💅🏻 BLISS @sheisbliss_
💅🏻 PM @pmforagoodtime_

and special guests

🌳 CHRIS @chrissinclaire
🌳 GAGO @gaggged
🌳 HOSTION @hostionho
🌳 JAN @janvanv
🌳 KOHLE @kohle_sweeney
🌳 LEO @thetranssuperman
🌳 SHANE @musclemonkeh
🌳 SHAUN @shaunnygogo
🌳 SIKLAB X @adjay_van
🌳 SLOW MYSTICAL @slowmystical

hosted by the one and only Modern Mother

👑 ALMA BITCHES @the.alma.be

███████████████

PART I (MORE CLOTHES)
🌳 Photos, Lewks & Hugging your Besties
🌳 Libations (Ice Cold Beer & Cider)
🌳 Lawn Games & Performances

PART II (LESS CLOTHES)
🌳 Drag Show
🌳 House & Disco in the Tent
🌳 Hay Bale Shenanigans, Sweat & Sparklers ✨

████ TEA DANCE LOOKS ████

👞 ...GARDEN CLASSIC... 👞
Suspenders & Bowties
Collared Shirts
Unbuttoned Groomsmen
Shirtless Uncle

💅 ...SUMMER FABULOUS... 💅
Statement Sunglasses
Cocktail Dresses
Oversized Hats
Cheeky Caftans
Circuit Chic

🪵 ...RURAL TRADE... 🪵
Lumberjack Plaid
Cowboy Denim
Full Brimmed Hats
Chest Hair
Leather

████ EXPERIENCES ████

🌳 Beer Garden Social
🌳 Print Photo Booth
🌳 Professional Photography
🌳 Bocce
🌳 Croquet
🌳 Giant Jenga
🌳 Drag Show
🌳 Dance Tent

████ TICKETS ████

🌳 $20 Super Early Bird (SOLD OUT)
🌳 $24 Early Bird (SOLD OUT)
🌳 $28 Advanced
🌳 $34 Regular

w/ special guest 💅🏻Hostion💅🏻 @hostionho

The Gay Agenda’s 4th Annual
T E A . D A N C E
🌳💅🌳
G A R D E N P A R T Y
3pm Sunday, August 31st
At The UBC Farm

w/ music by

🌳 DEL STAMP @vancouverhooligan
🌳 ZIGGY ZAYA @ziggy_zaya
🌳 NOTHING MAJOR @djnothingmajor

drag performances by

💅🏻 BLISS @sheisbliss_
💅🏻 PM @pmforagoodtime_

and special guests

🌳 CHRIS @chrissinclaire
🌳 GAGO @gaggged
🌳 HOSTION @hostionho
🌳 JAN @janvanv
🌳 KOHLE @kohle_sweeney
🌳 LEO @thetranssuperman
🌳 SHANE @musclemonkeh
🌳 SHAUN @shaunnygogo
🌳 SIKLAB X @adjay_van
🌳 SLOW MYSTICAL @slowmystical

hosted by the one and only Modern Mother

👑 ALMA BITCHES @the.alma.be

███████████████

PART I (MORE CLOTHES)
🌳 Photos, Lewks & Hugging your Besties
🌳 Libations (Ice Cold Beer & Cider)
🌳 Lawn Games & Performances

PART II (LESS CLOTHES)
🌳 Drag Show
🌳 House & Disco in the Tent
🌳 Hay Bale Shenanigans, Sweat & Sparklers ✨

████ TEA DANCE LOOKS ████

👞 ...GARDEN CLASSIC... 👞
Suspenders & Bowties
Collared Shirts
Unbuttoned Groomsmen
Shirtless Uncle

💅 ...SUMMER FABULOUS... 💅
Statement Sunglasses
Cocktail Dresses
Oversized Hats
Cheeky Caftans
Circuit Chic

🪵 ...RURAL TRADE... 🪵
Lumberjack Plaid
Cowboy Denim
Full Brimmed Hats
Chest Hair
Leather

████ EXPERIENCES ████

🌳 Beer Garden Social
🌳 Print Photo Booth
🌳 Professional Photography
🌳 Bocce
🌳 Croquet
🌳 Giant Jenga
🌳 Drag Show
🌳 Dance Tent

████ TICKETS ████

🌳 $20 Super Early Bird (SOLD OUT)
🌳 $24 Early Bird (SOLD OUT)
🌳 $28 Advanced
🌳 $34 Regular

w/ special guest 💅🏻Hostion💅🏻 @hostionho

The Gay Agenda’s 4th Annual
T E A . D A N C E
🌳💅🌳
G A R D E N P A R T Y
3pm Sunday, August 31st
At The UBC Farm

w/ music by

🌳 DEL STAMP @vancouverhooligan
🌳 ZIGGY ZAYA @ziggy_zaya
🌳 NOTHING MAJOR @djnothingmajor

drag performances by

💅🏻 BLISS @sheisbliss_
💅🏻 PM @pmforagoodtime_

and special guests

🌳 CHRIS @chrissinclaire
🌳 GAGO @gaggged
🌳 HOSTION @hostionho
🌳 JAN @janvanv
🌳 KOHLE @kohle_sweeney
🌳 LEO @thetranssuperman
🌳 SHANE @musclemonkeh
🌳 SHAUN @shaunnygogo
🌳 SIKLAB X @adjay_van
🌳 SLOW MYSTICAL @slowmystical

hosted by the one and only Modern Mother

👑 ALMA BITCHES @the.alma.be

███████████████

PART I (MORE CLOTHES)
🌳 Photos, Lewks & Hugging your Besties
🌳 Libations (Ice Cold Beer & Cider)
🌳 Lawn Games & Performances

PART II (LESS CLOTHES)
🌳 Drag Show
🌳 House & Disco in the Tent
🌳 Hay Bale Shenanigans, Sweat & Sparklers ✨

████ TEA DANCE LOOKS ████

👞 ...GARDEN CLASSIC... 👞
Suspenders & Bowties
Collared Shirts
Unbuttoned Groomsmen
Shirtless Uncle

💅 ...SUMMER FABULOUS... 💅
Statement Sunglasses
Cocktail Dresses
Oversized Hats
Cheeky Caftans
Circuit Chic

🪵 ...RURAL TRADE... 🪵
Lumberjack Plaid
Cowboy Denim
Full Brimmed Hats
Chest Hair
Leather

████ EXPERIENCES ████

🌳 Beer Garden Social
🌳 Print Photo Booth
🌳 Professional Photography
🌳 Bocce
🌳 Croquet
🌳 Giant Jenga
🌳 Drag Show
🌳 Dance Tent

████ TICKETS ████

🌳 $20 Super Early Bird (SOLD OUT)
🌳 $24 Early Bird (SOLD OUT)
🌳 $28 Advanced
🌳 $34 Regular

w/ special guest 💅🏻Hostion💅🏻 @hostionho

The Gay Agenda’s 4th Annual
T E A . D A N C E
🌳💅🌳
G A R D E N P A R T Y
3pm Sunday, August 31st
At The UBC Farm

w/ music by

🌳 DEL STAMP @vancouverhooligan
🌳 ZIGGY ZAYA @ziggy_zaya
🌳 NOTHING MAJOR @djnothingmajor

drag performances by

💅🏻 BLISS @sheisbliss_
💅🏻 PM @pmforagoodtime_

and special guests

🌳 CHRIS @chrissinclaire
🌳 GAGO @gaggged
🌳 HOSTION @hostionho
🌳 JAN @janvanv
🌳 KOHLE @kohle_sweeney
🌳 LEO @thetranssuperman
🌳 SHANE @musclemonkeh
🌳 SHAUN @shaunnygogo
🌳 SIKLAB X @adjay_van
🌳 SLOW MYSTICAL @slowmystical

hosted by the one and only Modern Mother

👑 ALMA BITCHES @the.alma.be

███████████████

PART I (MORE CLOTHES)
🌳 Photos, Lewks & Hugging your Besties
🌳 Libations (Ice Cold Beer & Cider)
🌳 Lawn Games & Performances

PART II (LESS CLOTHES)
🌳 Drag Show
🌳 House & Disco in the Tent
🌳 Hay Bale Shenanigans, Sweat & Sparklers ✨

████ TEA DANCE LOOKS ████

👞 ...GARDEN CLASSIC... 👞
Suspenders & Bowties
Collared Shirts
Unbuttoned Groomsmen
Shirtless Uncle

💅 ...SUMMER FABULOUS... 💅
Statement Sunglasses
Cocktail Dresses
Oversized Hats
Cheeky Caftans
Circuit Chic

🪵 ...RURAL TRADE... 🪵
Lumberjack Plaid
Cowboy Denim
Full Brimmed Hats
Chest Hair
Leather

████ EXPERIENCES ████

🌳 Beer Garden Social
🌳 Print Photo Booth
🌳 Professional Photography
🌳 Bocce
🌳 Croquet
🌳 Giant Jenga
🌳 Drag Show
🌳 Dance Tent

████ TICKETS ████

🌳 $20 Super Early Bird (SOLD OUT)
🌳 $24 Early Bird (SOLD OUT)
🌳 $28 Advanced
🌳 $34 Regular

@newhoqueen & @buddiesto present… Honey 🍯 Saturday, June 28 2025 // 1030PM– 230AM // TICKET LINK IN BIO

Our CHI has never tasted sweeter.

It’s Pride, Honey! Celebrate with the hottest pole dancers n gogos, a 360 Pride Photobooth, Asian food, jaw dropping performances, DJs to get you wet & sticky, and everything Queer Asian Love! Drip drip, start licking.

//PERFORMERS
Star @theequeenstar
Kuya Atay @kuya_atay
Bahay Bayot @bahaybayot
&
Ms. Nookie Galore @santotricks

//DJS
Booty Cornfed @bootycornfed
LL Cool Wei @llcoolwei
Discoraphy @discoraphy

//GOGOS
Hostion Ho | Rice Cake (@hostionho)
Roderic (@roderunners)
Nikki Wong Jing (@nikkiwongjing)

//POLE DANCER
Wrong Note Rusty (@wrongnoterusty)

//PRIDE 360 BOOTH
@yourpartyfriends

//NHQ PHOTOSHOOT PHOTOGRAPHER
@callmealbs

BUDDIES Ticket Link: https://www.showpass.com/honey-2/

//PAY IT FORWARD TICKETS
If you are QTBIPOC and in need of financial assistance to get a ticket, please contact newhoqueen@gmail.com.

If you would like to donate tickets to QTBIPOC folx, and/or support New Ho Queen please email newhoqueen@gmail.com.

//ACCESSIBILITY
Buddies in Bad Times Theatre is a wheelchair accessible space. If you have any accessibility questions, please email newhoqueen@gmail.com

@newhoqueen & @buddiesto present… Honey 🍯 Saturday, June 28 2025 // 1030PM– 230AM // TICKET LINK IN BIO

Our CHI has never tasted sweeter.

It’s Pride, Honey! Celebrate with the hottest pole dancers n gogos, a 360 Pride Photobooth, Asian food, jaw dropping performances, DJs to get you wet & sticky, and everything Queer Asian Love! Drip drip, start licking.

//PERFORMERS
Star @theequeenstar
Kuya Atay @kuya_atay
Bahay Bayot @bahaybayot
&
Ms. Nookie Galore @santotricks

//DJS
Booty Cornfed @bootycornfed
LL Cool Wei @llcoolwei
Discoraphy @discoraphy

//GOGOS
Hostion Ho | Rice Cake (@hostionho)
Roderic (@roderunners)
Nikki Wong Jing (@nikkiwongjing)

//POLE DANCER
Wrong Note Rusty (@wrongnoterusty)

//PRIDE 360 BOOTH
@yourpartyfriends

//NHQ PHOTOSHOOT PHOTOGRAPHER
@callmealbs

BUDDIES Ticket Link: https://www.showpass.com/honey-2/

//PAY IT FORWARD TICKETS
If you are QTBIPOC and in need of financial assistance to get a ticket, please contact newhoqueen@gmail.com.

If you would like to donate tickets to QTBIPOC folx, and/or support New Ho Queen please email newhoqueen@gmail.com.

//ACCESSIBILITY
Buddies in Bad Times Theatre is a wheelchair accessible space. If you have any accessibility questions, please email newhoqueen@gmail.com

@newhoqueen & @buddiesto present… Honey 🍯 Saturday, June 28 2025 // 1030PM– 230AM // TICKET LINK IN BIO

Our CHI has never tasted sweeter.

It’s Pride, Honey! Celebrate with the hottest pole dancers n gogos, a 360 Pride Photobooth, Asian food, jaw dropping performances, DJs to get you wet & sticky, and everything Queer Asian Love! Drip drip, start licking.

//PERFORMERS
Star @theequeenstar
Kuya Atay @kuya_atay
Bahay Bayot @bahaybayot
&
Ms. Nookie Galore @santotricks

//DJS
Booty Cornfed @bootycornfed
LL Cool Wei @llcoolwei
Discoraphy @discoraphy

//GOGOS
Hostion Ho | Rice Cake (@hostionho)
Roderic (@roderunners)
Nikki Wong Jing (@nikkiwongjing)

//POLE DANCER
Wrong Note Rusty (@wrongnoterusty)

//PRIDE 360 BOOTH
@yourpartyfriends

//NHQ PHOTOSHOOT PHOTOGRAPHER
@callmealbs

BUDDIES Ticket Link: https://www.showpass.com/honey-2/

//PAY IT FORWARD TICKETS
If you are QTBIPOC and in need of financial assistance to get a ticket, please contact newhoqueen@gmail.com.

If you would like to donate tickets to QTBIPOC folx, and/or support New Ho Queen please email newhoqueen@gmail.com.

//ACCESSIBILITY
Buddies in Bad Times Theatre is a wheelchair accessible space. If you have any accessibility questions, please email newhoqueen@gmail.com