Harry and I met in a coffee shop in London and it was somethin. We talked for a little bit about fashion, cooking, traveling, and poetry. He asked me why I was in london. I told him it was for photography since I'm a photographer. He was very adamant to see my work, so I showed him and he said he liked it a lot. He then made fun of my for only enjoying black coffee and we joked around. It was really great, he's great. He's just an average guy and it's humbling to see.
you know what really fucking grinds my gears? the fact that amazing organizations like You Can Play can spend so much time, money, and effort doing their best to make hockey inclusive - they can get players to use rainbow tape, they can have players and coaches release statements, they can encourage players to speak up against homophobia - but all of that means jack shit when a kid can still be watching his favorite team play and see some douchebag like andrew shaw using the f-slur. i know it was a while ago, and i know he apologized, but that doesn’t undo the fact that, no matter how hard YCP works, kids will still see shit like that and think “yeah, it still happens on the ice” or “yeah it probably happens in the locker room.” it’s fucking bullshit that so many people can work so hard just so that people aren’t scared to play hockey and be open about their sexuality, and some dumbass can fuck it all up in .2 seconds bc he didn’t agree with a fucking tripping call.