This column is brought to you today by my apartment hunt, which even though it’s being spearheaded by my girlfriend, is taking over all the other things I am supposed to be doing with my afternoon. It’s funny how being gay can complicate the most mundane of experiences — not just public bathrooms (that double-take) and dating, but completely banal things like moving house.
I have to wonder, for instance, about the "LGBTQ-positive space" checkbox on U of T’s apartment listings website (I’m not a student, but my girlfriend is). Ontario has laws about housing discrimination, so the landlords who don’t check that box aren’t actually allowed to refuse to rent to queer couples. But would we want to rent from them?
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