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letree · 3 years ago

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X CANADA

Day 1- Bigbird’s big adventure began by driving from Kelowna to Red Deer to dump off the mutts and say adios to the family

Day 2- We made a mile and left Alberta towards Saskatchewan. All the crops had just been harvested and the wide open fields held only hay bails, cows and the odd herd of antelope. We spent the evening in Cypress Hills provincial park which was a random spot amidst the praries full of trees and a body of water. We went to bed early and hit the road earlier to keep on rollin

Day 3/4- We breezed into Manitoba and stayed at the Kiche Manitou campground. We woke early enough to be one of the first to arrive at the Spruce Woods Provincial park. The Spirit Sands was a 10km hike with a mixture of elements- one minute we were in the prairies surrounded by flat land and crops, the next we were in a forest of mixed vegetation and sand dunes. Unlike an arid desert, these sand dunes were full of life; Big gross white spiders (the wolf spider) , grasshoppers, yellow daisy like flowers, and oddly enough mushrooms growing out of the sand. After emptying the sand out of my shoes 5 times, the land transitioned into prairies mixed with forest and water features. Further down in the Devils Punch Bowl area was a beautiful blue green body of water with trees growing in and around it and Skink lizards swimming around. By the time we finished the hikes and got back to the camper, the parking was completely full so we hopped back on the road

Day 5- we spent the day driving and made it into Ontario. We stopped and had a crispy charcoal pizza in the parking lot of an abandoned restaurant. The skies poured their hearts out as we drove into the night and ended up spending the evening in a gas station parking lot.

Day 6- truckers began peeling out and the sound of the crosswinds and rain woke us. The rain come down faster than the wipers could clear it. We drove down the highway, a crimson red, coloured from dirt here. Out on the horizon was a light blue lake smashing against the cliffs of Canadian Shield . Things settled long enough for us to enjoy an extremely windy sunset at Lake Superior Provincial Park. Our campsite backed onto a long stretch of beach with soft sand and red rocks. If you didn’t know it was a lake looking out, you’d think you were at the ocean. Darkness fell quick and the next morning we went for a quick hike at Cresent Lake. We drove all day and had our first overnighter in a Walmart parking lot

Day 7- We made it into Ottawa and stayed at the Wesley Clover campground, only 15 minutes from downtown and close to IKEA (which we had to visit). For the first time this trip we set an alarm and not only did we get our oil changed, but we got a free breakfast! All lubed up we went and parked the truck downtown for the day. Unfortunately because of covid, all the things we planned on seeing were closed and under construction. We walked around the parliament building, majors hill park, notre dame basilica and admired the outside of the buildings. The centennial flame had an odd presence to it- due to the findings of the children at the residential schools there were shoes, teddies and protestors surrounding the area.

We got some Mexican food for lunch and tried eating outside, but a swarm of wasps joined us and had to taste everything including our beverages. After a small freak out, we got our bikes and toured further around downtown. We biked down the Rideau Canal and over many bridges.

After getting slightly lost we went back to the camper and had lasagna for dinner. Homeless Guy-“What games do you play?” Kaine-“ I don’t play video games” Homeless Guy -“hahahhahaha cool guy doesn’t play video games! Yeah right hahahhahah”

Day 8/9- the morning started off slow with some laundry and driving, but we made our way to the eastern townships and found a cute little family owned campsite called Camping Leroux. Hélene greeted us and was the first person to hold a full conversation with me in French and not switch to English. *accomplishment*

We drove into a close by town called Magog and, as recommended to us, had poutine at Chez Paul. We watched the sun set from atop a light house then got some groceries and headed back. The following morning we set off to Mount-Orford and did a 10km loop. There isn’t much soil on top of the rocks for the trees to grow, so instead of growing into the ground, the routes splay outwards throughout the path weaving over each other. Afterwards we drove to a parking lot in a nearby town called Sherbrooke. The steepest hill in town just so happened to be their Main Street, so we peddled our bikes as hard as we could up it then coasted along the river. We ended up biking to a basilica in town and toured the inside where the sun was casting beautiful rainbows throughout the church. To cap off the day we went paddleboarding at sunset, made tacos and had a little fire.

Day 10-We drove into Quebec City and parked near the old downtown area. The buildings were all colourful and full of small details making each one unique. There was some interesting art Installations throughout the streets- like a woman on a swing 20ft in the air between buildings or a guy fishing over a stream..

The next morning before leaving we did a 6km run around the lake then cooled off with a quick paddle board. We made our way to Quebec City where we stayed at a campground called Quebec En Ville. The woman running it didn’t speak any English so I got to really test out my French speaking abilities. Our google maps also decided (on its own) it would develop a French accent while here. There was a long boardwalk which looked out onto the Saint Lawrence river and a staircase which claimed to have 310 stairs. It didn’t look like 310 so I counted them as we went up and low and behold there was more. Liars. Most of the shops seemed gimmicky and like a tourist trap, so we avoided them and went out for lunch. While enjoying our escargot on the patio, we had front row seats to a guy playing a game where you swing a metal ring on a string onto a hook. Very mindless, but entertaining. After lunch we took a tour through the citadelle, but learned very little as our tour guide was very hard to understand hah. We took a short bike ride after and shared a crepe before heading back to camp.

Day 11- After sleeping in and driving all day and night, we arrived at the Bay Of Fundy and stayed at Headquarters campground. The next morning we hopped in the truck and drove to a nearby hike called Matthews Head. It was a very humid 4.7km hike with a couple viewpoints, an array of colourful mushrooms, and tons of squirrels who’d throw things at us from up in the trees. We then drove up to a lighthouse lookout called Enraged Cove and met a few locals who gave us a fossil and pointed out a cluster of red ticks in the bush. We continued on to Hopewell Rocks when the tide was at its lowest and walked the sea bed scavenging for critters. We found one small crab, but he dead.

Day 12- we drove over the confederation bridge and made it into PEI! (Not before a quick nasal swab upon entry) We stopped for a quick burger and flight of beers at Lone Oak Brewing (the beer wasn’t great but they had nice merch, so we got a hoodie) then went to our campsite in Cavendish.

The following day we went into Charlottetown to stuff our mouth holes full of muscles, seafood soup, lobster rolls and bruschetta. We waddled back to the truck and went back to the campsite because I was too full to keep walking around. We stuffed ourselves into our swimsuits and spent the evening relaxing on the beach. Not too far from the beach was a trail we ran each morning to a lookout point. The first thing you would run past was chipmunks and rabbits eating apples that had fallen onto the ground, next was red sand dunes blown up from the beach, followed by a fishing pond then the lookout.

Day 14- we’d been eating lots of pasta so we decided to do the hardest hike we could find nearby. We chose one called Franey Trail which led us up to a 360 view of Clyburn Brook canyon and the Atlantic coastline from Cape Smokey to Ingonish. We had a little picnic at the top then hiked back down to a second hike. After a quick hotdog we hiked the Middle Head Trail which had the windiest damn lookouts I’ve ever been too. We hiked out and made our way to a nearby beach and watched the waves roll in until we headed back to camp for the evening.

Day 15- we made it across Canada! Alas, it was time to turn around. We drove for a bit and stopped for lunch in Antigonish NS, at a place called Brownstone restaurant. I picked it because it had a cute old style store front, and for the same reason, tourism Nova Scotia was there filming a tourism commercial. Next thing you know, we’re signing release forms and part of the shoot! We ordered clam chowder, salad and a maple bacon poutine to share. The poutine was the best we’ve had. A few local beers and we were back on the road until dark. Days last- we drove and drove and drove. We had a Walmart sleepover again one eve, drove over a damn and set up in the pitch dark on a hill at Mactaquack NB, had a sleep over Selkirk Manitoba and had a frog in our site, had a river front stall in River Park Sask and had an evening paddle board with a beaver.

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hiddengemsofbc · 3 years ago

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5 Ice Cream Spots In B.C. to Keep You Cool This Summer!

Hi everyone! My name is Andy and I am one of the hidden gems who helped discover Hidden Gems of BC. My team and I have always loved eating ice cream and enjoying the view and we wanted to share that same excitement with you! It's always hard to choose where to go have some ice cream when you're surrounded by endless possibilities. The best place to enjoy ice cream is everywhere! Join us in Cool Town where we will give you 5 places with a view to eat ice cream and to stay cool this summer!

Alice & Brohm Real Fruit Ice Cream, Squamish, B.C.

Address: 1861 Mamquam Rd Unit 9, Squamish, B.C.

Planning a trip along the Sea-to-Sky highway? Make the trip more memorable with some ice cream from Alice & Brohm’s! Try the blueberry flavour in a cup so you won’t miss a drip. Get the cone only if you’re a quick eater. Bring your puppies with you and park them at the special “pawking” while they lick the scoop dogg ice cream. Taste the real berry chunks as you lay down on the mountain and feel the freshness. Stay long enough at this view to watch the sun set behind the mountains and the ice cream set inside your stomach.

Rain or Shine Ice Cream, Vancouver, B.C.

Address: 6001 University Blvd, Vancouver, B.C.

Tired of looking outside at the sunny weather while you’re inside studying? Watch those pre-recorded lectures later and grab some ice cream at Rain or Shine! Try the salted caramel flavour or add in the London Fog as a half scoop to experience a whole new flavour! Take a study break if you’re on campus at UBC and walk around while your ice cream melts. Freeze all of those notes in your brain with more and more ice cream. Come up with some creative ideas for your notes as the roses bloom at the Rose Garden right on campus! Sometime’s a break with a view and ice cream is all you need to make studying fun again.

Earnest Ice Cream, Vancouver B.C.

Address: 1829 Quebec Street, Vancouver

Don’t know where to take your summer date or your special someone? Let’s spICE up the conversation with some Ice cream! Get the double scoop in a cup with 2 spoons so the both of you can share it. Before digging into the ice cream, head over to False Creek. Walk over the water on stones and walk through this mini-forest to get a view of Downtown Vancouver. Being on this nearby island will have you forgetting what time it is with the view and ice cream will be so good that you may forget what time it is!

Moo-Lix Ice Cream Shop, Kelowna, B.C.

Address: 239 Bernard Ave Kelowna B.C.

Feel the side effects of ice cream after experiencing the side effects of the wines in Kelowna B.C. Stay cool by ordering the bubblegum flavour. All of the ice creams being served are hand-made. The smell of the waffles once you enter the store will have you ordering the waffles to go with the ice cream. Head up to the mountains and watch the sun set over the lake. Reflect on how much fun you’ve had throughout the day while you finish up your ice cream and plan out how much more fun you’ll be having fun the next day with more ice cream!

The Praguery Food Truck, Richmond, B.C.

Address: 1000-7899 Templeton Station Rd, Richmond, B.C.

With Phase 3 of the BC restart plan in effect, watch more planes fly and land at this next location. Grab some ice cream from The Praguery Food Truck located in McArthurGlen Designer Outlet. Start off with the chocolate flavour. What makes this taste even better is the Nutella that is drizzled on top of the ice cream cone. Download the “flight radar 24 app” while you wait for the ice cream to check the plane schedules and daydream about your next travels. Let the ice cream help you think of where to fly to next! Head over to Iona Beach after finishing off your ice cream and shopping to watch planes fly into the sunset.

Go out and enjoy!

- Andy, Co founder of Hidden Gems of B.C. Do you want to see more hidden gem locations to enjoy ice cream? Make sure to follow our social media to see more tour information 💖 https://linktr.ee/bchiddengems Booking 📝 https://bchiddengems.suehwang.ca/booking Our Guides 🙆 https://bchiddengems.suehwang.ca/gemleaders Tour Information 🎒 https://bchiddengems.suehwang.ca/tourguide 8 notes

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allaboutthebooz · 6 years ago

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Send My Love (To Your New Lover) Part Nineteen

Summary: Jake and Y/N book a venue.

Warnings: Fluff, tiny bit of awkward angst.

A/N: Here is part 19. We are moving along! Things are coming together and this ending. Oh boy! Enjoy, guys!

After you chose your dress, everything else seemed to fall in place. You and Jake visited the ski lodge a few weeks later but weren’t able to book any of their spots for your big day. The resort manager did give you a list of different ones in the area, that he thought would be good for what you wanted. You took your time visiting them, seeing as a lot of them were hours apart from each other. Today, you both were headed to Kelowna to visit the Big White Ski Resort. You were nervous. It was one of the last locations and you were worried that it wouldn’t be what you had dreamed of.

Jake pulled the rental truck into a parking spot just outside of the resort. You look over at him and can tell he’s nervous too. You both want this so bad, but if it doesn’t you don’t know what to do. It’ll set your planning schedule back and both of you don’t have too much time to spare. He was getting ready to go and film a new movie and would be gone for a few months.

“You ready?” He asks. You just nod. Both of you climbing out of the vehicle and walking up the path. You walked into the main building and were greeted by the desk clerk. You told them you were meeting with Marsha and they called her down. You both looked through the big windows, examining the view.

“The view is nice. The mountains will look beautiful covered in snow.” You tell Jake.

“Yeah, they will. Except I’m not sure there will be an indoor venue for the ceremony. I was looking online and only found pictures of an archway overlooking the mountains.”

“Well, if we decide this is the place, then we will just have to make sure to include a note on the invitations about wearing warm coats. I don’t mind being out in the snow. Just so I can marry you. That’s all I want.” You look over at him and take his hand, leaning into him.

He smiles and kisses your forehead, giving your hand a squeeze. “That’s all I can ask for. As long as you’re happy. If you told me that you wanted to elope, I would do it today.”

“You’re such a cheeseball, Bubby.”

“You love cheese.” He tells you, making you laugh.

You hear footsteps behind you, so you both turn to see who is coming. You’re guessing that it’s Marsha. She’s got a big smile on her face and you can see the greeting forming on her lips as she draws closer.

“You must be Y/N and Jake. I’m Marsha. If you could follow me, I would like to show you the area that we have reserved for weddings.”

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She guides you and Jake through the venue. Jake was right about there only being an outdoor area for the ceremony. The reception would be help indoors though, which is fine with both of you. You view of the mountains behind the ceremony spot, was beautiful and you couldn’t wait to see if covered in the December snow. She guided you back through and into her office. You and Jake sat in the chairs in front of her desk, as she sat behind it. She pulled out a calendar.

“Now, what did you think?”

You and Jake both looked at each other, staring for a moment before nodding together. You look back at Marsha and smile. “It’s perfect. That view is amazing.”

She smiles back. “Perfect.” She opens the calendar and begins to flip through it. “Now, when were you wanting to get married?”

“We were hoping some time in December. Preferably before any time before Christmas.”

“Okay.” She flips to December and looks over the events going on. “We have the second weekend open. We would be able to offer you full access to the ceremony and reception areas starting that Thursday through Monday. That should give you enough time to decorate how you would like and your family could help us get everything cleaned up after.”

You look at Jake again. “What do you think?” You ask.

He smiles. “Let’s do it. Let’s book it.”

You both look at Marsha and nod with big grins. “We’ll do it.”

“Wonderful! December 13th, you will officially be husband and wife! We can discuss price and I can answer any questions that you have and then we can sign some papers. Let me go get everything!” She stands and moves through her office, leaving you and Jake to yourselves for a few moments.

You look at him and you both reach out to grip the other’s hand. “This is it. We’re doing this.” You tell him excitedly.

“Hell, yeah we are.” You both lean in for a gentle kiss. “I can’t wait for you to be my wife.” He tells you as you pull apart, reaching up with his other hand to stroke your cheek.

“I’m so ready for this.” You put your forehead against his and close your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Smalls.”

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One Month Later

Jared is sitting in his trailer with Jensen, when someone knocks on his door. They were done filming for the day, so he figured it was Misha. He opens the door and is surprised when he sees you standing outside the door.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” He rushes out the door to hug you.

“I just finished finalizing some paperwork at the venue,” Jensen’s ears perk up at the sound of your voice, “figured I’d take a three-hour drive to see my best friend. I made sure you were done filming for the day or at least ready for break before stopping by. I figured we could get some food.”

He sees Jared look behind him, “Uh, yeah. I’m done for the day, nothing else until midnight.”

“Well, let’s go. I’m starving!” You rush him, having no idea that Jensen is in the trailer behind Jared. “Oh, but here! Let me give you this! I already sent one to Gen but figured you could have one here as a reminder. Since you’re getting old, I figured you could put it on the fridge where you would see it every day.”

“Oh, you’re so funny. Just for that, you’re buying lunch and I’m an expensive date!” Jensen hears you both laugh. He forgot how much he missed your laugh, it makes his chest tighten. You sound so happy. So, free. “Let me just put this in the trailer and we can go.” Jensen hears the hesitation in Jared’s voice. “Uh, you can come in, but Jensen is in there.”

No response. Just a big empty space, full of sudden tension. Jensen can feel his heart race. He hopes you’ll come in. He wants to see you. He hasn’t seen you since he showed up at your apartment, pouring his heart out.

“Uh,” He hears the fight in your voice. “Sure, I’ll come in and say hi.”

He hears you and Jared move up the steps and he looks towards the doorway, he spots Jared’s tall frame moving through it and then you’re smaller one following behind him. He stops breathing, anxious to see your face. He can feel the slight hum of his nerves within his body. Jared steps to the small kitchen to put whatever you had given him, on the counter.

Jensen can’t focus on him, all he can see is your face. Your long hair, longer than he’s ever seen it. Your beautiful face, happier. Your eyes, brighter. You look exactly the same and yet, completely different.

“Hi, Jense.” You bring your left hand up to tuck some hair behind your ear. Your big engagement ring, shining under the lights of the trailer. You’re nervous.

“Uh, hey, Y/N/N. How are you?”

You give him a small smile. “I’m doing really good. You?”

He nods. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Your smile grows a little more. “That’s good. I’m glad.”

Another nod. “I didn’t know you were in town.”

“Oh uh, yeah. I was actually in Kelowna but figured I would come see Jared.”

“Right.”

You turn to Jared, “Well, we better get going. I feel like I could eat a moose.” You let out an awkward laugh.

Jared clears his throat. “Right. Yeah, let’s go.”

You look back at Jensen. “It was good to see you.”

“You too. You look good.” He internally smacks his head. You smile, falters.

“Yeah, you too. Uh, see ya.”

“See ya.” And with that, you and Jared are gone. Leaving him alone in Jared’s trailer. Jensen stands from his spot on the couch and moves through the trailer. He’s almost to the door when he spots the thing that Jared placed on the counter. He doesn’t want to be nosy, but he has to know what it is.

Picking it up and turning it over, he feels his heart drop into his stomach. It’s your wedding invitation. That’s why you were here. You and Jake were getting married in Kelowna. He takes his phoned out of his pocket and opens the camera. Snapping a picture of the invitation, before placing it back on the counter and walking out of the trailer.

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kelownahq · 5 years ago

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WELCOME TO KELOWNA, AMELIA ROTH

Age: 33

Gender: Cis woman

Pronouns: She & Her

Sexual & Romantic orientation: Uncertain, but likely bisexual

Occupation: Owner of Little Tea Pot B&B

Hometown: New York City, has been living in Kelowna for 5 years

Triggers in bio or character: Deathmention in bio

BIOGRAPHY:

Born into a family with deep roots in the medical field, it was assumed and expected that Amelia would follow down the path that was built for her. In her younger years it most definitely seemed that way, she was who her parents envisioned their child to be; smart, quick-learning and obedient. But just like her striking red hair that could not be tamed, Amelia couldn’t be caged. As the years went on, she grew tiresome of routine and began craving variety, she didn’t want everyday to be filled with the same schedule she grew up on. It bored her. She wanted to do something different, to be different. Her parents may heavily influence her choices but they couldn’t stop her from dreaming, and she dreamed big.

It was during the summer after her first year in college, Amelia finally knew what she wanted to be, who she wanted to become. The minute she stepped into her grandparents house, the aroma took her attention before anything else. Watching her grandmother cook dish after dish, filling the entirety of their dining table, Amelia was entranced. She worked methodical and with a finesse she’d seen surgeons operate, her recipes consisted of the same ingredients and yet no dish tasted the same. Ingredients are chemicals and the kitchen is a lab, if we break it down to it’s essence cooking is science, her grandmother told her and those words resonated with her soul. She went to sleep peacefully that night, a belly full of good food and head full of goals and dreams of the future.

It took a lot to convince her parents to let her go to culinary school, giving up on pre-med and changing courses mid-way was unheard of but Amelia was relentless in her goals, she would do it with or without her parents permission. Knowing they raised a head-strong girl that would never give up, her parents finally admitted defeat and sent her on her way to culinary school. Amelia absorbed every bit of information like a sponge, this was her dream after all, she’ll be dammed if she graduated in any place but the top. Soon after she moved to New York to make a name for herself, it was the city were dream are made and she had big ones.

The news of death knocked on her door soon after her big move, hearing about her grandmothers death hit her like a truck and halted all her efforts into making a name and making it big. This was the woman that helped her discover her passion, who was always proud and listened to updates about her granddaughter’s life without judgement. A few days after the funeral, the will of her grandmother surfaced and Amelia was both thrilled and apprehensive to discover she had inherited The Little Tea Pot. As far as inheritances go, she supposed a bed and breakfast wasn’t a terrible gesture, but this would put a stopper in her New York plans, but it was her chance to honour her grandmother and she took on the job without any further hesitation.

Moving to Kelowna, she was awestruck at the wide open spaces, unlike New York where every possible space was occupied with some sort of something, Kelowna was starkly different. She was thankful for this city for helping her grieve at her own pace and in peace. Amelia soon fell into a routine at the bed and breakfast, as the owner and chef, she had her days full and for the first two years she took comfort in the predictability of her life, but eventually, Amelia being Amelia, her mind wandered to other possibilities the town offered. Every morning she watched the big ship sail across the lake in serene silence and every evening she watched it dock, as she made her way home, plagued by all the what ifs that began to form in her mind.

AMELIA reminds me of AMY ADAMS and is written by PACE

#3035 #cisw #all #amy adams

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frippwarehousing · 2 years ago

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How to find cold storage in your community

Cold storage is the perfect way to keep your food fresh for longer periods of time. It's a great option for those who like to stock up on groceries, especially if you live alone or have a small family that doesn't eat much.

Cold storage is also ideal for people who want to prepare meals in advance and store them for later consumption. If you're planning on having dinner guests or hosting a party, using cold storage can help you save time by making sure all your ingredients are ready to go at any time.

However, finding a place that offers cold storage can be difficult, especially if you don't know where to look.

Here are some tips that will help you while searching for cold storage near me:

1. Ask your local grocery store manager if they offer this service

If they do, it will be easier for them to recommend other options in your area as well as provide details about their own offerings and prices.

2. Look into refrigerated trucks

Look into refrigerated trucks that deliver food directly from the farm or factory where it was made. This can be a good option if you don't have enough room in your home but still want access to high-quality foods without having to worry about spoilage issues when storing them yourself.

3. Ask your local government's planning department.

Most municipalities have a department that keeps track of new developments and construction projects. If you're looking for a specific type of facility, they may be able to point you in the right direction.

4. Check with local businesses

Check with local businesses that have experience with cold storage facilities, such as grocery stores or food processing companies. They may have connections with suppliers or other facilities that can help you find what you need.

5. Look at existing buildings

Look at existing buildings in your area that might work well as cold storage units. If you can't find an existing building that meets all of your needs, consider remodeling an old structure or adding on to an existing building to make it more suitable for cold storage needs (such as adding temperature controls).

6. Contact companies

Contact companies that specialize in commercial real estate development and leasing — these companies often know about new properties being built in your area and can give you leads on possible locations for cold storage units

7. Search online

You can use Google or any other search engine to find businesses offering cold storage in your area. Just type in “cold storage” along with your zip code or city, and see what comes up. Many times, these businesses will have their own websites with contact information so you can reach out directly if you’re interested in using them.

8. Look at reviews online

While it’s always encouraged to get personal recommendations from people you know and trust, sometimes it makes sense to look at online reviews as well since they can be helpful when trying to figure out which company is best suited for your needs.

Fripp Warehousing

Address: 1005 Ethel St, Kelowna, BC V1Y 2W3, Canada

Phone: 250-860-2511

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staycationinthenation · 3 years ago

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A big hug goes out to @bunnyhugsffc this West Kelowna based food truck is delicious. In picture you will see the Vicky,Christina,Kelowna#Avocado, #Seared #Tofu, #Mango #Salsa, #Mixed Greens, #Sriracha Aioli & #Blueberry #Balsamic Reduction, #Toasted #pretzelbun @staycationinthenation (at West Kelowna) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVdMPyYpT4g/?utm_medium=tumblr

#avocado #seared #tofu #mango #salsa #mixed #sriracha #blueberry #balsamic #toasted #pretzelbun

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reggae-fusion-food · 1 year ago

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From Poutine to Tacos: Kelowna's Food Truck Flavor

Kelowna, a picturesque city nestled in the heart of British Columbia, is not just known for its stunning vineyards and beautiful lakes. It also boasts a thriving food truck scene that offers a diverse range of culinary delights to satisfy every palate. In this blog post, we will take you on a journey through the delectable world of food truck Kelowna, showcasing some of the must-try dishes and hidden gems that await your taste buds.

#food truck Kelowna

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reggaefusionfood · 2 years ago

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Why Food Trucks Like Fusion Food Trucks Are Quite Popular Among Customers

Food trucks have become increasingly popular with North Americans over the past decade. The number of food trucks operating in the United States roughly doubled between 2013 and 2018, according to the US Census Bureau. The number of food trucks in Texas grew 135% during that time! These mobile street foods are a big hit with consumers and it's easy to see why.

Good food

The first and most obvious reason food trucks are so popular is the food itself. The products utilised at the food truck are typically fresh, and your dish is created to order on the spot. You'll also likely have several options to choose from depending on who's in the area at the time, meaning you can choose exactly what you're looking for. In addition, many food truck owners are skilled chefs with a great passion for what they do. They strive to deliver exceptional meals and satisfy their consumers, and the end result is fantastic. At the Reggae's Caribbean Restaurant on a food truck, you can find a variety of fusion food that can be quite delicious and mouth-watering.

Great prices

Gourmet options usually have delicious prices, but with food trucks, you can often get quality food without emptying your pocket. This is partly due to the relatively low start-up and running costs of a food truck. On average, mobile kitchen owners can start their business with a total cost of about $50,000 to $60,000, which is much less than opening a regular restaurant. Food truck businesses can offer good food at lower prices than typical restaurants due to their minimal start-up and running costs.

A fun way to try something new

Another good thing about food trucks is the wide variety of food they bring to the community. There are almost always new dishes to try! Food trucks like our Jamaican Food Truck at Reggae Fusion Food in Canada, offer a great opportunity to try foods you've never heard of or wouldn't normally try with little commitment. You can walk right into the kitchen, see what's being prepared, ask the chef about the food, and if you're still not sure, ask the customers how they like it! With new trucks visiting your neighbourhood, you may expand out and taste meals outside of your comfort zone rather than sticking to the same old fare. Food trucks also tend to experiment with interesting fusion dishes that are not usually on the menu of traditional restaurants.

Who We Are?

A Jamaican family proudly owns Reggae Fusion Food, which effectively combines Jamaican and other cuisines. As a result, a harmonious balance between the two is achieved. The goal is to raise the standard of food in the food truck business and become a dominant player in the food industry while providing the highest quality service and food. We Use and promote locally produced or grown products to good effect. Our perfect Fusion Food Truck service provides one of the best mobile food services in Canada.

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laresearchette · 4 years ago

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Thursday, March 04, 2021 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: 60 MINUTES + (Paramount +) KAMP KORAL: SPONGEBOB'S UNDER YEARS (Paramount +) THE REAL WORLD HOMECOMING: NEW YORK (Paramount +) STEPHEN COLBERT PRESENT TOONING OUT THE NEWS (Paramount +) LUCKY (Shudder)

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT STRANGE EVIDENCE (TBD - Cottage Life) WHAT ON EARTH? (TBD - Cottage Life) THE INSIDE STORY (TBD)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME/CRAVE/NETFLIX CANADA/CBC GEM:

AMAZON PRIME THE SUNLIT NIGHT

CBC GEM FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE (Season 1)

NETFLIX CANADA THE FLASH (Season 7) PACIFIC RIM: THE BLACK

MLB BASEBALL (TSN2) 1:00pm: Nationals vs. Mets

G LEAGUE BASKETBALL (TSN4) 3:30pm: Raptors 905 vs. Iowa

SEARCH PARTY (SEASON 3 PREMIERE) 6:30: No Spoilers!

NHL HOCKEY (SN360/SN) 7:00pm: Flyers vs. Penguins (TSN2/TSN3) 7:00pm: Jets vs. Habs (SNWest/TSN5) 9:00pm: Sens vs. Flames (SNPacific/TSN4) 10:00pm: Leafs vs. Canucks

NBA BASKETBALL (SN1) 7:00pm: Clippers vs. Wizards (TSN/TSN4) 7:00pm: Raptors vs. Celtics (SNNOW+) 8:30pm: Heat vs. Penguins (SN1/SNOntario/SNEast) 10:00pm: Warriors vs. Suns

BURDEN OF TRUTH (CBC) 8:00pm: The return of her client's missing daughter; Joanna sees an opportunity to restart the case against the mine; she and Billy investigate further; it's clear nothing about the Oro North mine is as it seems.

BIG BROTHER CANADA (Global) 8:00pm

MOOSEMEAT & MARMALADE (APTN) 8:00pm: Dan and Art travel to the scenic beaches of southern Wales to learn about traditional Welsh food. PUNKY BREWSTER (W Network) 8:00pm/8:40pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Punky is now a single mother of three trying to get her life back on track when she meets a girl who reminds her of her younger self. In Episode Two, Punky and her family have to figure out where Izzy is going to sleep in their apartment; after a surprise call from her long-absent mother, Punky has to decide whether she's ready to see her again.

THE FIFTH ESTATE (CBC) 9:00pm: Treatment or Torture; No More Tears: The Essure Legacy: The story of Canada's Oak Ridge institution, where mentally ill prisoners treated each other and other human experiments were performed; Canadian women fight for justice after having endured medical complications from Essure.

PROJECT BAKEOVER (Food Network Canada) 9:00pm (SEASON FINALE): Tanya, a Kelowna, BC wedding cake designer, is overwhelmed by the added challenges of running a bakery cafe. It’s losing money and demanding too much of her time. She needs Steve to show her how to increase her sales by creating new signature products with fresh local ingredients, so she can stop worrying about surviving and spend more time with her young daughter.

RUST VALLEY RESTORERS (History Canada) 9:00pm: Mike converts a 1957 GMC truck to run on alcohol for a truck-obsessed teenage girl; Avery goes the extra mile, finishing the Unimog for its hard-to-please owner.

TIM HORTONS BRIER (TSN2) 10:00pm: Newfoundland vs. Alberta

ROCK SOLID BUILDS (HGTV Canada) 10:00pm: This Bathroom’s Mint

BACKROAD TRUCKERS (History Canada) 10:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Big Donny's senior drivers battle each other in the far north, while his most junior races to a hydro plant that can't restore power without her; when a competitor ups his game, Donny discovers his hotshotting empire is under attack.

THERE IS NO I IN THREESOME (Crave) 11:10pm: An engaged couple decide before getting married they will try living in an open relationship, exploring the alternative to monogamy.

CANADIAN REFLECTIONS (CBC) 11:30pm: The Music Video/The Talk: True Stories about the Birds and the Bees

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The Really Shitty Email

CW: religious crap, hommphobia, transphobia, sexual abuse

From: Papa Ted (my mum’s stepdad)

To: [email protected]

Subject: Transgender

Dear Deadname,

Since receiving your letter a few months ago, I have thought and prayed and talked to others about your decision which, because I love you as does God and many others do and because I am deeply concerned about your salvation, I write this.

At every assembly I have with my students I begin the same way: Life is hard, please don’t make it harder than it is. God gave us free will but with that freedom comes responsibility for the consequences of our actions.

My actions of the past have had serious consequences not just for myself but for many others. I am a Christian, which colours everything in my life. It is the lens through which I see. C.S. Lewis described it this way: “I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen, not only because I see it but because by it I see everything else.”

I met Jesus during a time of great hardship when I was going to grad school. I was married to Beverly, your grandmother, and we had three small children: your mother, Robbin, and Erika. Life was unbelievably hard for us, harder than anything I’d every experienced. Growing up I had enough because my father worked hard to provide for us. He was only a corporal in the air force and didn’t make much money. He always had a second job. When my sister and I went to middle school, my mother got a job to help with things and get out of the house. That and other things ultimately led to her divorce from my dad, but that’s another story. At home we always had enough. I had new clothes but a second hand bike. We went on camping holidays every summer for two weeks. When I was in grad school, my family had none of those benefits. The only new clothes my kids got came from their loving, caring grandparents. I wore socks on my hands in the winter because I couldn’t afford mitts. I sold my blood twice a week for plasmapheresis to buy groceries. I couldn’t afford to buy heating oil for the furnace, so I cut down trees and collected broken skids from behind warehouses to burn in the fireplace in the old house we lived in without insulation. Your mother and I would scour the ditches on Saturday for cans and bottles to take to the store to buy popcorn seeds and candy if we had enough. Beverly was a great cook and made meals out of nearly nothing. We bought a lot of veggies from the going-bad cart in the grocery store. We drank only powdered juice and milk because it was cheap and even then I diluted it so much that still the kids don’t trust me to make juice! My uncle drove a truck for a wholesale food company and he would bring us broken bags of oatmeal or dented tins of food that could not be sold. Although I had scholarships and student loans, that was not enough money for a family to live on. We were desperately poor even though the kids didn’t know it because it was their environment and they didn’t suffer. Beverly and I suffered, though, because we had led different lives before and we knew the difference. My father bought us an old car from his work for a dollar and then paid for new brakes so it could pass a safety check. He paid for the insurance too. But we could only drive it a couple of times a week because we couldn’t afford the gas. I wanted to run away, Beverly wanted to run away—and did increasingly through alcohol—because life was unbearably hard. What was the point, why were we doing it? The answer? Because of a fantasy dream that I would write children’s stories and get my PhD and become a professor even though there were no jobs at that time or on the horizon. None of the doc students in my cohort got professorships. Most of us dropped out or didn’t finish. God in his mercy opened a temporary teaching job at Ashbury which against all odds I got.

It was in the midst of my suffering that Jesus called me. The call was classic as many converts attest to, only the details differ. Read Francis Thompson’s “The Hound of Heaven” if you’re interested. How did mine occur? Briefly, I unaccountably found that the Lord’s Prayer was often in my head as was Psalm 23, which I didn’t realize I knew. So too Sunday School lessons. As with most of us, most of the thoughts that come and go in our heads are not from conscious, but where were these specifically Christian thoughts coming from? I had stopped going to church when I was 15, about the same time that my mother stopped. My father continued to the end of his life, God bless him. I always believed in God because his existence makes more sense, fits the pieces of life far better than atheism. Jesus, however, was a different matter. Jesus makes very clear demands on your attitude and your actions. I was not ready to believe in Jesus as my personal savior and redeemer, the god who forgave my sins if I repented and promised eternal life with him and countless other believers. I resisted his call as long as I could and then said Yes. My life changed from misery to joy although I was still desperately poor and struggling to survive with my wife and three kids. On my conversion I took them to church where they were all baptized and grew up going to church every Sunday. Then they, like me, stopped their worship. Recently, your mother has recovered her worship. Sadly, your father never has. More sadly, your parents never created the habit of worship in you or Katie. I don’t know if you believe in God, Peter, or have welcomed Jesus into your heart and life. Are you Christian? Do you believe in God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit? Do you believe you are a sinner and believe that Jesus has paid the price of those sins by dying on the Cross and then rising from the dead to break the power of death?

The world we live in is a spiritual battleground between good and evil, between God and Satan. By the very books you have read growing up, you know the truth of that war going around us and in us. Harry Potter knows, Edmund and Eustace in Narnia know, and so do the other heroes of the books you read. St. Paul talks knowingly about that war in his letters, a war which Christ has won through his death and resurrection but which many battle skirmishes great and small continue. Satan does not give up easily and his minions continue their assaults on us with all manner of temptation. Read C.S. Lewis’s “Screwtape Letters” for an entertaining and insightful description of what’s going on. The struggles will all be finished, however, on the Day of Judgement at the end of time when Christ will rule supreme. C.S. Lewis’s “Last Battle”, the last book of Narnia, describes it marvelously, echoing much of the Bible in his descriptions. The material world we live in is not the final reality or even though many people say it is. We are spiritual creatures, not just physical ones. To deny that is, I believe, to deny reality. And once you acknowledge the spiritual reality of life itself and of your own life, then the choice of good or evil must be made continually. One of the arguments for the existence of God is the universal knowledge of good and bad in everyone’s heart and conscience. This is not some random accident of a spurious psychological evolution; it is the act of a creative God who made us in his image, part of which is to know good from evil.

I am a sinner. That’s why I’m a Christian. I need Jesus to forgive me my sins and free me to live truly and glorify my creator and redeemer. I can’t save myself on my own. I believe Jesus’ actions have rescued me from my sins and damnation. By faith I live. My outstanding sin is adultery. I committed adultery with your grandmother Beverly. The result of that was her pregnancy and her divorce from Bruce, Susan’s father. It doesn’t matter that their marriage was in tatters, it was still a marriage and my adultery broke it, which had many consequences, some good, some not. I committed adultery again, this time against Beverly when she was dying of her alcoholism. The great irony of our long marriage was that it began and ended in adultery, hardly some time to crow about. I had to face those sins and repent before I could be forgiven. The consequence of my last adultery was an unmarried relationship with Mallory, Tess’s mother. For her own reasons, Mallory refused to marry me, and Tess was born out of wedlock, a stigma that will never go away and will affect her future relationships. That is just one consequence of my sin. That too I have repented and continue to do so as the results of it march on. All sin has ramifications beyond the immediacy of the sinner himself. During Mallory’s pregnancy, I walked El Camino de Santiago, the ancient pilgrimage route, praying that Mallory would not abort our child, and simply praying for my splintering soul.

A direct consequence of my adultery was to lose my job in the US. The school I worked at decided that a teacher who did not properly mourn his dead wife but engaged in an affaire and produced an illegitimate child was clearly not a teacher they wanted on staff. When I lost my job I also lost my work visa, which meant that staying in the US made me an illegal alien. Marriage to Mallory would have given me a visa, but she rejected me and I had to leave. In Canada I found a job in Kelowna as a substitute professor for professors on sabbatical. That lasted two years after which I was unemployed and able to get a small unemployment cheque, just enough to afford a room in the YMCA in Vancouver where I stayed for a year, blaming God for my troubles. But for those three years I held on to Psalm 23, repeating it a dozen times a day. It’s burned into my brain. I held onto that psalm which God gave me to keep hope alive. It has become my story.

I had been angry at God since Beverly’s death and the spiraling down of my life. Every year things seemed to get worse and my desire for happiness thwarted. I blamed circumstances, people, and God for the troubles of my life. Not once did I look at myself, at my attitude and my actions. I could not see myself with any objectivity at all. No one had the courage to confront me. I went to church every morning in Vancouver but confessed nothing to the priest or to anyone else. I felt utterly alone even from God but I kept talking to him. He let me stew in the consequences of my sin but protected me from the worst, keeping me off the street as a bum by giving me just enough money to live in the YMCA and eat two small meals a day.

As the limits of my unemployment insurance time approached, the Lord arranged for me to go to Korea to teach English through what I initially saw as a series of accidents but in hindsight was a clear plan of his grace. In Korea I met Kyeong, my new wife. I didn’t like her at first nor she me because each of us saw the heavy emotional baggage we were carrying, making neither of us fit for a sustaining and loving relationship, which involves a lot of sacrifice based on an objective view of yourself and your sins which keep you in the corral of selfishness. But, for only the second time in my life, I heard God’s voice telling me to love Kyeong. The first time I heard him was his call to faith. As with the first call, I didn’t want to obey. Eventually I did because I began to see how small I was shrinking my heart by not loving anyone but being angry instead. I was surprised that Kyeong resisted my love.

Soon after I had declared myself to Kyeong, I went to India to teach at an international school with a contract that had been set months beforehand. From there I courted Kyeong through emails and phone calls. Because she had just started going to Wooridle Church, we began sharing our lives, interpreting events through the daily Bible passage that Wooridle was using. Because I was reading Rick Warren’s A Purpose Driven Life, Kyeong got a copy and we used the insights and teachings in it to further explore ourselves and God’s will for us. On one of my visits to her in Korea, we married. I attended Wooridle Church with her and became a member.

When I returned to Korea, we did not have much money and Kyeong had a great deal of debt. Our first years were hard. We focused on our relationship with God and paying off debts. We lived frugally because there was really no true choice. We attended church on Sundays and Wednesday nights. We went to our small group meetings on Friday. We shared our sins and our life’s hurts in the small group meetings and listened to others sharing theirs. God’s mercy has no bounds. Slowly, by God’s grace, our small, hard life became a happy one. I joined the cleaning team at church and helped clean the buildings we rented every Sunday and Wednesday. I couldn’t speak Korean and the other people couldn’t speak English, but we came to understand one another. For years I would sit through sermons and testimonies with no translation until God blessed my patience with a budding translation service. I came to see my time of cleaning, worship attendance, small group sharing, and frugal living as badly needed training by God. It all helped keep my eyes on Jesus. Although the hardship is the blessing, God gave me many others.

I got a small paying job writing my stories, a wonderful experience for a year! Every week day I’d get on the subway with a paper notebook and write a story. When I’d drafted the story I would come back on the subway, illustrating the story. The subway was my office. Although the stories are not a runaway success, they led to my current job as principal. My school was the third one offering me a job, the first two in India that, with the prayerful help of my spiritual community, I turned down. I accepted the principalship of my school because I and my community recognized the will of God in the direction he wanted in my life. The blessing of a spiritual community to help keep you honest is one of God’s greatest gifts because to trust only yourself is to cut yourself off from objective examination and correction. In my new job, I quickly discovered that the training I’d received in my church was essential for how I was to create relationships, who to fire, who to hire, and how to direct the school according to God’s will. Continual prayer was and is essential. It took many years to transform the school, but by God’s grace it has been and is now internationally recognized as a great small school. God’s doing, not mine.

Despite my sinful lapses into arrogance, judgmentalism, and selfishness, God has continued to bless me. My school keeps extending my contract, we own a house and an apartment, our debts are paid, we have nice clothes and furniture, we are in reasonably good health, and I am finishing my PhD after a 40 year hiatus. And through this worldly blessing, God continues to love us by allowing us troubles in our small groups and in our families that we cannot handle on our own. It’s all training to keep us focused on our Lord and the love he has for us. This leads me back to you, Deadname.

Far and away the majority of homosexuals experienced sexual abuse as a child, discoloring their development because when they go through puberty that memory deeply confuses them and they scarcely understand their feelings, hard enough in adolescents without them being muddied by a history of sexual abuse. My question to you, Deadname, is did you have a pre-pubescent sexual experience with a man, perhaps at a camp? If not, what emotional lack in your environment led you make such a gesture?

I assume that, since you say you are transgender, you have had or are having homosexual relationships. If so, from a Christian perspective, that is a sin. You went to a Catholic school and read the Old and New Testament passages that categorically declare it as a sin. You would also have read in the first chapter of Genesis that God created us male and female. If you are Christian, then what you are doing sexually is a sin and needs to be repented. It is a great mercy that we have a loving God who has interceded on our behalf and will forgive us. God loves the sinner but not the sin. Unrepentant sin jeopardizes your salvation.

Please keep in mind that at the end of your life you will stand before God, the creator of the universe and your creator. Looking into the face of God, how will you be able to say that he made a mistake in your gender? The mistake is yours, Deadname, not God’s.

God loves you, Deadname, your parents love you, and your family loves you including me. But you are committing a sin that will have serious consequences not only for you but also for others, just as my sins had unhappy consequences for many others. In the name of Jesus Christ, I beg you to see yourself with more objectivity and see the sin you are committing because your salvation is at risk. The Father loved the world so much that he sent Jesus to redeem us from the results of our sins. He instilled in our hearts the knowledge of right and wrong and reinforced that with Scripture. He sent his Holy Spirit to guide us into all righteousness. Look to Jesus, Deadname, and come home to God. All us prodigal sons are welcomed back when we return.

Love,

Papa Ted

From: [email protected]

To: Papa Ted

Subject: Your Email

Hi Papa Ted,

I got your email, I want to make something explicitly clear, nothing you, or anyone else says will change the fact that I am a woman, and always have been.

My identity is not up for debate.

I didn't know how to express what I was feeling for most of my life before June of 2018, but that doesn't make the feeling any different. I had an epiphany where I finally put the concepts I had learned in my Queer Theory and Feminist Theory classes into practice, when assessing my own internal feelings.

I also want to make it clear to you that the choice I'm making is not to feel this way, but rather to do something about it, so that I can lead a more fulfilling life, because the alternative leaves me in a dark place, one that has claimed the lives of far too many trans, gender non-conforming, and other queer folks already. My choice is to transition, and become more comfortable with my body, and myself, and be more emotionally in touch with myself, and those I choose to have any sort of relationship with.

Going into a career already known for putting mental health at risk, I know that it's my responsibility to make sure I am emotionally healthy before I try to be a support for any of my patients in the future, so not transitioning would actually be professionally irresponsible.

You mentioned that we shouldn't make life any harder than it already is, but you also referred to struggles and hardship as blessings from god (presumably because they can teach us something). Is struggling with my gender identity somehow not a struggle that could qualify as a blessing? I know a number of trans folks, and they are all the kindest, most compassionate, and caring people I've ever met, they are important role models to me because they have figured themselves out, and achieved a level of inner piece that most people can only dream of. And all that despite the horrible, transphobic tirades, commentary, and articles that exist in our world, not to mention being regularly dehumanised by politicians determined to see us exterminated.

Is the Book of Job not explicitly about God allowing torment to be visited upon a man as a test of his faith? To prove a point to Satan? I would argue that, from a Christian perspective, queer folk exist to teach us all compassion, and to test our grasp of the golden rule. There is no group I can think of from more diverse backgrounds, who have consistently turned the other cheek. The Stonewall riots, which are commemorated by Pride every year, were the release of frustrations that had been building up since the creation of police in America. I would argue that the Stonewall riots have led to the world becoming a safer place for us all, but especially those who are visibly in the queer community.

I also think I should point out that the bible actually calls shellfish equally abominable as homosexuality, in the same passage, along with mixed fibres. Now, if you don't take the rest of the passage literally, why would we take any of it literally? Is the bible not supposed to be somewhat metaphorical?

And if we're going to take lessons from the bible, should we not focus on the ones that Jesus taught, like loving each other? Is that not the Whole Point of religion? to encourage love?

I won't be addressing your unfounded opinion that "homosexuals" (by the way, please never use that term to describe any member of the Queer Community again) other than to say that there is no evidence to support that, however, there is evidence that many queer folk are abused because of their non-conformity in hyper-conservative environments. These abuses, as with all abuses, are solely the responsibility of the abusers, and not the abused. This is non-negotiable, you will not bring this up again.

I'd also like to remind you that sex, gender, gender expression, and sexual orientation are all separate, and discrete.

Sex: usually used to refer to a biological state, most often used for reproductive discussions. biological sex is determined though a combination of chromosomal status, gonadal status, and hormonal status (see the videos I linked to in my original email if you would like a more in depth exploration of this topic).

Gender: a social construct, nothing more, often linked to sex in western society, for the last 1,000 years, but outside of that, is significantly more fluid. Western society favours a binary construction, but many other cultures have 3rd or more genders, both linguistically and culturally.

Gender expression: the way one expresses their gender identity, you do it through traditionally masculine clothing, for example.

Sexual orientation: who you are attracted to, certainly not a binary, since gender is not a binary.

You say the bible states that we were created man and woman, but I'd counter that the bible was written, translated, and re-translated by men, who probably had some kind of agenda. If all of us are sinners, then those that wrote the bible onto paper certainly are not exempt.

For me personally, I don't put a lot of stock in the absolutes that the bible lists, because there are so many possible ways to translate ancient languages, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the fact that it has helped so many people see the light in our world, I'm happy for you that you find peace through your worship.

Now, there' a bit of a paradox in what you've accused me of, because I am a trans lesbian. That means that either you have to accept my gender, and with that the fact that I am "a homosexual" or, I'm doing nothing wrong at all, but I cannot be both homosexual, and "not actually a woman" at the same time.

Frankly, you're going to have to accept, or at least bite your tongue on all counts if you want to continue to have me in your life.

As for serious consequences, if you think I haven't weighed all of the downsides of coming out against the downsides of staying in the closet, then you're a fool. I am well aware of the transphobia, and homophobia I'm going to face, and frankly, I've been lucky so far, you're the first person who has said anything so shitty to me.

I want to make it clear what I'm asking of you, and what I was asking of everyone who received my coming out email. I have a new name I am using, use it, and I have new pronouns, use them. I don't expect you to understand, truly you can't, unless you've been through a similar experience with gender, I don't even need you to accept it, all I'm asking, is you grant me some basic human decency and use my correct name and pronouns. You may hold your reservations about my "lifestyle" in your heart and let them fester if you wish, but I do not wish to know. we never need to talk about my transness again if that topic makes you so uncomfortable, but in exchange, I ask that you not criticize my choice to live a fuller life.

If you cannot do this, then it will sadden me deeply, you've been a role model my whole life, I've always looked up to you, but if you cannot respect my name and pronouns, then I cannot interact with you, for my own well being. If you choose not to respect my name and pronouns, you will never see or hear from me again. Both of my parents have my back on this, because they want me to be able to live a full and happy life, and people not respecting my name and pronouns have no place in it.

On the topic of my parents, and their relationship with religion, as well as my own. My mum is a member of an Anglican church, a church that has joined the 21st century, and openly supports the queer community, especially trans folks. My father attended Catholic school, as Katie and I did, and all Catholic school has ever succeeded in creating are people who leave the church, if they ever joined, and religious zealots who would see me dead before granting me rights or healthcare, is that what you want? because it certainly seems like it's what you're advocating.

If I ever find that the church is the right place for me, then I may choose to discuss faith with you, assuming you've managed to respect my name and pronouns, but until that day, I don't really want to discuss theology with you. I do not wish to have you treat my father, my sister, or I with such disdain. Nor Tess, for that matter, this is the 21st century, not Victorian England. While it may not sit well with your conscience that Tess was born "out of wedlock" (excuse me while I clutch at my pearls), this reflects nothing on her character, she is strong, kind, independent, and is already growing into a wonderful human being. And frankly, if your respect for my mother is conditional upon her church attendance, you can bite your tongue about that too.

I almost decided not to read your original email, or even acknowledge it with any kind of response, because reading your email, and working on this response has taken a toll on me. I decided that I couldn't live with myself if I didn't give you at least one more chance to be a better person. In writing this response, I'm not expecting, or wanting any kind of reply from you, unless it's a message of support. I'm not asking for much, name and pronouns. You don't have to understand, just accept. -- With love, compassion, and hope,

Paislee

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