Under Sec 5.2(1)(c) of the ID screening regs of Aeronautics Act:
“An air carrier shall not transport a passenger if the passenger does not appear to be of the gender indicated on the identification he or she presents.”
This means that anyone who is a post-op or non-op trans* person can be turned away from getting on flights in Canada. This is blatant discrimination towards the trans*community. Sign Below and tell Harper that Canadians won’t stand for this type of oppression.
if you guys would all make sure you sign this, that would be great
Last night, we wound up watching Contagion (2011) and it was surprisingly entertaining. Granted, I could have enjoyed a little more proper “wrapping up” of storylines at the end, but the whole artsy you-don’t-get-to-know thing was just fine, too. You know what did bother me about the movie? …
As this person’s wife, I tend to find imperfect teeth (to a healthy, “I actually brush and floss” degree) pretty darn sexy. They give people character. And if you need proof:
It’s not like all people with imperfect teeth are awful looking, obviously. And really, their teeth are more like a beauty mark than an imperfection, imo.
I know I mention my wife’s schizophrenia a lot. However, I’ll admit that it’s a little biased, because I have my own problems. Nothing I would openly own up to except to my wife or very, very close friends, but I will say a major factor of it: “Word (god damned) Salad.” In any given…
The ‘blue’ was preceded by “Do you want another cork?”, when she meant ‘wine’.
It’s okay, though, because day-to-day, she has to put up with me staring at vans outside and asking her excitedly/agitatedly if they were there all night, or why they don’t have markings, or what they could be doing, my random temper tantrums, my thought processes that wind up in low places, and my need to analyze her every conversation with other people. So, I think I’ll give her a pass on ‘Word Salad’.
She really does put up with a lot when I’m not entirely ‘having a good day’. A trip to the grocery store makes me break out in sweat and avoid people like they’re giant masticating bugs. I can only hope that in the next few years we’ll grow even closer. And order all of our groceries online.
In which a returning character provides you with a musical interlude. It’s moving, really.
Editor’s Note:We had a punk-rock music session for this page. It didn’t really add anything, but it was entertaining. I’m a bigger fan of punk music than my wife, so unfortunately I introduced her to all kinds of things.
Oh wow, so many new followers, I’m assuming mostly thanks to my wife’s lovely post that lied about how entertaining I am.
I am really not that entertaining, but now I have a strong desire to try, which will probably end up in failure. So you’ve been warned.
I just got this space-ship Tumblr-thing today, so I’m still figuring out a lot of things (like clicking the ‘follow’ button when the urge strikes me, the politics of it all, what not to say on here, etc.) and I do tend to ramble about a lot of ideas at once, so I have to edit myself carefully if I’m going to make this the least bit follow-able.
And now I’ve rambled. Anyway! Thanks for the follows, they really do mean a lot to me. I hope I’m able to keep you at least somewhat entertained, or at the very least, every week or two I could post a cute kitten picture. People seem to like those.
We found this little book a while ago and decided to rescue it. This is the first time I’ve posted pictures of it. I have no idea where it came from or who owned it before, but they clearly loved it (a little too much).
It’s a very tiny book of Devotionals.
The spine had long ago been gone, but whomever owned it before had patched it with old clothes - there were several different blue patterns of tattered fabric hanging on to form a new spine with carefully threaded stitches through the pages.
Luckily most of the pages weren’t as severely damaged as the ones above, and all of the original illustrations were, for the most part, intact.
The inner says it was printed in 1900, Madrid. Now you can also get a scale of how small it is.
I spent most of my childhood in New Orleans, but have also traveled all over the U.S.
I like love books, especially antique books
I suffer from paranoid schizophrenia and I own two cats
I don’t consider myself a lesbian (more ‘queer’), but unfortunately, that’s usually the most handy term to use
I write a lot and I have stories piled up in my head daily
I co-create FindChaos, the graphic novel, with my lovely wife
My Tumblr will probably be a lot less funny than hers
My wife writes and draws about our life on ChaosLife, a humorous comic site
I don’t like salt or plain water
I have long monkey toes
I’m apparently terrible at writing about myself
I like answering questions, but if you’re rude, I won’t answer you. However, I don’t take offense at much online anymore, so it’s probably fair to say whatever you want to ask me falls under the blanket ‘acceptable’ questions.