WRITTEN BY CLUTCH VOL. 4 PARTICIPANT, VICTORIA MARIE SAWAL
On Yonge street alone there are more than 7 places that a minor could buy their very own fake ID. They could change their name, change their height, address and obviously their age; anything that is unsatisfactory to their standards. Customers are willing to cough up 20 to 60 dollars (depending on the quality they’re looking for); all in efforts to be something they aren’t. The funny thing is, these ID’s are most likely being used by these people, to be in places they don’t belong.

Brian Bantugan, our Filipino History workshop facilitator
Every Saturday, I travel from Durham to downtown to participate in workshops with my Clutch Vol. 4 sisters. I don’t pass Yonge street at all, but it came to my attention after one of the most surprising workshops of Clutch that every single person carries a fake ID, with out even knowing.
On December 10th, Brian Bantugan, a graduate from UP (University of the Philippines), facilitated a workshop entitled “Filipino History”. Clutch workshops have a knack for catching us girls off guard, but this time it left us wide-eyed and more curious than ever!
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CLUTCH Vol. 5: My Body is Not a Wonderland
WRITTEN BY CLUTCH Vol. 5 PARTICIPANT, LOISEL WILSON
Mould of my cheeks bones, breasts and nipples.
I am, in every sense of the word, a klutz. It’s difficult for me to avoid physical objects and navigating through the world is a constant struggle for me. You may say that I am physically unaware and that I live in my head rather than though my body. Two weekends ago, as part of our weekly Clutch workshops, we explored the body. More specifically, the body as prize, possession and art. As a pre-cursor to our body moulding workshop with Tim Manalo, he invited us to the last of a series of monthly discussion sessions on Filipino readings, facilitated by Christine Balmes. Appropriately, our reading for that session was titled “The Filipina’s Breast”, written by Nerissa Balce. It is certainly a powerful title. When I first read it, immediately I was struck by feelings of sexual shame and embarrassment as if the spotlight was on not even two, but one breast, and it was mine.
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