This is Cathy Petch
Meet Cathy Petch, a former hot dog vending Government killing machine. Catch her hosting poetry readings at The Central (603 Markham) on the odd Tuesday night for The Plasticine Poetry Series - you can see her next on April 22 at 8PM.
Where did you grow up?
Peterborough and Toronto.
How long have you been in Toronto?
26 glorious years.
Toronto is…
Crunchy on the outside, with a bittersweet centre.
What keeps you busy?
Photography, writing, playing music, family, and being a killing machine for the Canadian Government.
Best Toronto job?
Hot dog vending outside the Eaton Centre and late night at Gerrard and Church... yes I do sell them frozen.
Worst Toronto job?
Selling roses and carnations outside of subway stations... yes I do sell them frozen.
If I say jump?
I'll kick you right in the fucking grill.
What do you give back to the No Fly Zone?
The button fly, durable, dependable, and helpfully bulgy.
What can we do to make Toronto a "world class" city?
Rename Chicago Toronto? Or sequins... lots and lots of sequins!
Are you an artist?
Are you a granting body? Then yes, yes I am.
Hands or feet?
I prefer to inject myself in the penis tip.
Worst public moment?
In grade one some fat guy sat on my head for like the whole recess. Later in life, he was a bouncer at a club and I got totally drunk and called him an asshole... sweet revenge.
Favourite public space?
Cherry Beach, summertime, with my hubby and my dog.
Favourite neighbourhood?
My own, East York, kinda lame, but fuck you.
Who are your favourite artists?
Kurt Vonnegut, Phoebe Gloeckner, Chester Brown, Ralph Steadman, Chuck Palahniuk, Tennessee Williams, Tom Waits, David Bateman, David Lynch.
Mon Chi Chi, My Little Pony, Barbie? discuss.
Barbie... ugh. Mon chi chi, pros: the sweet sweeeet smell of the plastic, the orally fixated design. Cons: Bad fro, possibly due to hydroencephalitis. My pretty pony, pros: combing and combing the shiny pretty hair. Cons: Where's the huge penis?
Winner? Mon Chi Chi.