Toronto politics certainly isn’t boring these days. It has weird personal drama, outlandish characters, conflict, great quotes and over-the-top headlines.

There’s a sign outside the apartment buildings at 1555 Queen East that identifies them as social housing, but it’s hardly necessary. You’re not likely to mistake them for anything else.

Those who participated in Occupy Toronto last fall have fond memories of economist Jim Stanford at the protest mic in front of the bank towers on King.

Don’t tell Santi White that Disparate Youth, the dubby call-to-arms anthem from her recently released sophomore album, Master Of My Make-Believe (Atlantic), sounds like rap-rock band 311. Or Drake’s Headlines.

Other than Susur Lee’s signature slaw and the occasional dish at Matahari on Baldwin and Jean’s on the Danforth, Singaporean food doesn’t show up on many Toronto menus.

To Agincourt and Gourmet Malaysia (4466 Sheppard East, at Brimley, 647-764-1188, ggmsc.com, rating: NNN), a sprawling strip-mall banquet hall that someone on the internet claims is the best Singaporean resto in town. Better than Hawker Bar anyway.

The rebranding of Sprockets as the TIFF Kids International Film Festival means the programmers had to find somewhere else to put their more grown-up offerings.

Carpet and cushion designer Bev Hisey’s studio has occupied a pretty storefront at the corner of Dundas and Shaw for the past seven years, but to buy her carpets you’ve had to go shopping elsewhere. Not any more, since she’s opened Everyday Housewife in the space and installed a movable carpet wall that let’s you easily browse her greatest hits, including the Sightlines style that resembles an optometrist’s eye chart and the geometric Anise patterned rug.

I am a 26-year-old straight guy. My straightness and guyness are recent revelations, and it feels amazing to be able to confidently state this. Here is my trouble: I’ve had gender issues for the past five years. My now ex-girlfriend of three years said she couldn’t be with me any more due to these issues. Our breakup was a result of my apathy in the bedroom, which was tied to my gender issues and her fears of my transitioning into a woman. I can see now that my insecurities about myself caused me to be a selfish partner in many ways, but mainly in the bedroom. I now realize I was allowing my sexual kinks to get the best of me. I get very turned on by the idea of giving head to a guy, but in reality it is not something I enjoy. I also find lingerie very arousing. I allowed myself to focus so heavily on those aspects of my sexuality that I became insecure in my masculinity inside and outside of the bedroom. I also ended up ignoring the majority of my sexual desires as a result of my insecurity in my gender identity. I have now stopped repressing my lust for women in general, something I’d been doing that negatively affected my ex.