#I am not going to Quebec
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Why, thank you, mother. That easily avoidable false alarm was just what I needed this afternoon.
#acting like my sister's about to get the kids taken#trying to get me to agree to move provinces to look after them with her#I'm like I'll take the older two if it comes to it#“Non! They all have to stay together! Families have to stay together!”#Mom there is not a scenario where you and I will live under the same roof again#and I am not moving to a city where you are my only connection#If there were only three kids I would agree they shouldn't be separated#if they were all super close I would agree#but there are five and the two older ones are not super close with their younger siblings#she's already plan B even if the kids were being taken#of the issue is that she can't look after all five on her own I will take the older two and then there's only three#we'd have regular video calls and visit when we could#but it's either that or figure out how you're looking after the five of them together#I am not going to Quebec
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The 3rd gender was legalized 2 years ago where I live and the government has been trying to avoid the decision of the court and postpone its application ever since. They made a commity to think about what the right thing to do is and it includes 0 trans or non-binary person. We got "sex" change certificates and new birth certificates, but what they refused this whole time was to update any IDs, rendering that "X" completely useless.
Anyways, the news came out and the law that passed 1131 days ago will finally be (fully) applied on October 10 (we get to have IDs that correspond to our legal identities!) People, like me, have been without a valid ID or valid (obligatory)(government) health insurance, this whole time, because they refused to give us IDs.
Huzzah!
I'm still angry.
First of all, that atrocious commity has not been called off, somehow. But let me paint you a picture, if you will listen to my story. I am so angry and wounded and nobody around me seems to give a shit.
The year is 2022, I am rejoiced that the X has been legalized and painstakingly fillout forms, back and forth, by (physical) mail. I have already burnt out and screamed in agony before from the absolute bullshit™ that changing my name was. I am sick and tired of seeing my chosen name next to an "F" and being called "mam'" everywhere I go, regardless of if they've seen my face or heard my voice yet.
After a long wait I get my papers and go to the health center to fill the paperwork to get my new ID. It's recent, their paperworks are not up to date, no surprise there, my standards are below the ground. I get lucky and this extremely nice employee does everything he can to figure this out for me. He writes out X on the form and we attach a copy of my certificate. Now I wait again.
My new card arrives in the mail! I can feel it through the envelop, I am buzzing with glee.
There's an "F" on the card.
I collapse on the floor of my appartment, scream and cry and call off work because I am having a mental breakdown.
Small independent online news cover the story of non-binary folks being deprived of an ID. Months of silence. Major news network finally publish something (nobody talks about it). The gorvernment says they'll put up a commity to make a wise decision about what is best to do with IDs (even if the law has already passed). Months and months and months pass.
The year is 2024, I have made a lot of advocacy and shared my strife about this whole shitshow two years ago. People who are close to me know, because I fucking care about my human rights being respected, being treated like a human being with dignity and the law being respected where it fucking should. I share the news that this great injustice who has caused undue pain to thousands is finally to be rectified.
Nobody.
Nobody fucking says anything or react to my post in any way at all.
And I remember all the way back when I got my name on my ID and I happily boasted it to others as a great news and as I was met with indifference, felt a pang in my chest.
Nobody cares.
It matters so much, it is life changing, I have done everything I could to properly express and explain this. There is so much pain and injustice and where there should finally be joy and celebration I am met with a void.
It's grim, but with the growing transphobia internationally, I fret and wonder : how much of this silence, of this show of indifference, is hatred, disgust, or rejection? Does my life mean so little to you? Do you not see trans rights as human rights? Do you not see trans people as human?
I don't know, I'm just really tired. I fought so hard for this, and it hurt a lot. I got treated like shit and saw my rights denied. I dealt with dysphoria and gritted my teeth, trying to forget about that damn X, 'lest it rot my brain with anger and grief. And finally, though I don't want to believe it till I see it, it truly seems like what I wanted and waited for this whole time is finally within reach...
I'm angry. I'm sad.
I'm hurt
I wish I wasn't.
I shouldn't have to be.
#nonbinary#non binary#trans#transgender#trans rights#trans rights are human rights#this is quebec btw but im not tagging the word alone I dont trust it#queer#transition#im going to the dang health center on the 10th btw I dont care they said it applies the 10th imma be there the 10th bitch#imma flaunt that X if it costs me my life I slaved for it and I am sick and tired of all this... of ALL of THIS#rant
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At least I was able to write like 1200 words before a migraine left me nearly immobile for the rest of the day X/
Maybe I'm feeling sympathy pain for torturing poor Feli
#iskandar = Indonesia#etienne was the name of an old quebec oc i dont use anymore#(he was not fleshed out at all and overall wasnt a good character)#i just needed someone to be feli's roommate#oh and this is chapter 2 of my itapan hurt no confort fic#i am#finding it restricting bcoz i have to follow the established timeline and lore of my longfic#bcoz i had decided to make this set during the time of the prologue#and most of feli's real character growth happens later on in the longfic#after [redacted] and feli comes to terms with stuff#but that happens later on in the longfic after ludwig and gil have their big fight#but i made this bed so im lying in it#literally too my head still hurts i need to go sleep
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i got hit with like. nauseating anxiety a couple hours ago and i dont know how to make it stop
#wind howls#i have this horrible scary feeling that something terrible and world shattering is about to happen#and that really makes me feel horrible bc my sister and her boyfriend are abt to travel#and my parents and my baby sister are going on a mini trip this weekend. my sibling is dog sitting for my sister.#and my brother may or may not stay home ? he talks about throwing a party for his birthday but thats next month.#i used to love being home alone as a child. i used to feel like it brought me peace and calm like nothing else.#but nowadays its so rare (what with covid and my parents mostly working from home) that being home alone pivoted to making me scared#which really sucks ! my paranoia spikes up so bad and the dread makes me feel sick to my core !#my mom is going on a work trip to quebec city tomorrow and im also scared abt that because i cant be normal about anyone else travelling#im fine when i travel like on a plane. im okay with buses and train. cars scare me but i tolerate them#but when its other people suddenly i get so paranoid its debilitating.#the sense of dread i feel rarely is justified. i know this. i know this is not rational. i cant make it stop.#why are you so scared ! why am i so scared ! what happened ! i used to be so good at being alone ! i used to be so good !#i loved being alone ! why cant i be that way anymore !#i will try to sleep. please wish me luck. maybe im this way bc i slept like dogshit last night. i dont know. i dont feel good.
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So I don’t know if anybody here knows what the series “Canadian Provinces as roommates” by kpoke613 on TikTok is. But I can’t help but notice the similarities to wtttsh. I mean the series are obviously not the same, what I mean by similarities is the fact of real personifying landmasses(and making them annoy each other). Less politics more just Canadians annoying each other. I haven’t seen anybody talk about this yet but someone might’ve and if they did, please tell me. But it’s just too perfect not to mention. I mean, if you’re having trouble writing or coming up with ideas for the provinces of Canada, this might be a good reference piece for you. 
Also, this guy had an amazing series about just dissing the entire US, which I’m for one am for. Lots of other funny stuff good comedian. 
The video that I put down here is his channel, but if you tap the link, it will lead you to his channel. But he doesn’t have all the videos posted there.
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Also, I re-watched one of the skits, and they refer to Alberta as their, sooo I don’t know deal with that too.
I should stop editing this!
#wttt#wttsh#welcome to the statehouse#welcome to the table#wttt canada#Canadian provinces as roommates#if it is been talked about I am sorry to say this but#how the hell is this not being talked about?#like they just go so perfectly#also Quebec for this is amazing and I love him#him and Nova Scotia Newfoundland and Labrador#Youtube#my favourite line that was ever uttered by this man was#complete another nonsense#fucking Quebeced#I don’t even think that’s how it should be spelled. It is complete and utter nonsense every word that Newfoundland and Labrador utters.#and I’m here for it!
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One of the funnier aspects of working for a travel company is that every time you return from some kind of trip you get interrogated. Not in a "coworkers making casual conversation" way, but in like a legit attempt to gather insider information. They want to know what you did and what the vibes were like and what kind of intel you have to share. You must take up the helm of being the expert on that location by providing photos and copy/articles for the website, and any time that location comes up again you will be called upon to do that piece. It's like collecting merit badges.
#i am hoping they will pay for me to go to europe next year#i am the only person on the team who hasn't been and it's getting harder to say WELL I WASN'T FUCKING BORN RICH in polite ways#idk if I can stretch my stipend that far but we shall see. I can at least get the airfare comped for sure#def going to be in quebec for a while so airfare will be much cheaper if I fly out of there than if I fly out of SD or seattle#hopefully cheap enough to get comped 🤑
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worst week of my life (i bought the wrong salad bag)
#usually i get a mixed greens bag but apparently the one i got is JUST ROCKET!!! LITERALLY THE SAME PACKAGING THOUGH!!!!#like we move i guess but i am a spinach boy#was already having to recover from accidentally going to the store at like 4pm when everyone and their kids are there#also fell to my knees sobbing and screaming at the price of maple syrup#like either pay £2 for a tiny bottle of Maple Flavoured Syrup or £6 for grade a organic produced in quebec CAN I HAVE SOME MIDDLE GROUND#soon as i get a job and can afford the fancy maple syrup......my life will be fixed then
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idk maybe cause i ran out of videos i wanted to repost my old ancient DECADE OLD iamp fics as well. idk why. these are old. but. once upon a time they lived here. then i accidentally deleted my blog. it’s been 10 yrs. [how how how how how]
listen, we all know my go to is the soft moments and all about the “”human”” connections instead of the historical ones. also say what you will about how qcon was the main ship and such, but hey, being from qc it was an easy ship to explore. oh ya also i was also alwayyyyysssssss a bigger fan of using the human names since 5evr. #shrugemoji #aucunsregrets;)
ANYWAYS - i didnt “”fix”” these fics up. i fixed up the odd typo i found and maybe one structure but i kept them as they were in their imperfect decade old state.
idk why i put a preamble. maybe in case anyone Wondered,
IAMP
Bring Me Home
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Based on a drawing Lomitzz made. At long last, I’m dipping into IAMP land.
Jean remembered being here, in this spot, or at least, the same building, before. It seemed every time Oliver was being shipped to the other end of the world, Jean would drive him to the airport, and then come pick him up, if he could, and if they were on speaking terms. It was almost like a private tradition.
It would be one spot, when he left Oliver and another spot, when he would come and pick him up, but they were the same spots, all the time. He would stand in the same general area, by the same pillar and he would wait. One time, he would wait to see the last of Oliver’s curls disappear, behind the wall, the other time, he would wait to catch the same glimpse, of those same curls.
Jean wished he would have known Oliver’s plane was going to be late, in order to sneak in a cigarette. He knew how much Oliver disliked the smell of smoke, and he tried not to smoke too much around him. He’d go outside when he could and when he remembered, but Oliver still complained about the smell and the taste that clung to his very being. Or so Oliver said.
He frowned, as he looked at the arrivals pane. Flight AC117 was still marked as delayed. He heard someone say, a few minutes ago, that the plane had landed, but if it had, none of its passengers had come out.
Oliver had left for one of his endless business trips, ten days ago. They were used to their hectic schedules, to Oliver’s constant traveling, for one reason and another, but for some reason, this time, it weighed on him. He wanted to hold Oliver close and listen to him prattle on about some detail, he could care less about, until they made it home. He wanted to sit on the couch, with him, and tug at his curls, gently, watching them bounce back, with rapt fascination.
He must have been lost in his thoughts, for suddenly, he heard a distinct yowl and hiss. He looked in front of him, as his eyes focused, and he caught sight of the familiar curls he had been daydreaming about, and the ever present Maple Leafs jersey. Of course, if nothing else, the jersey would travel along. His scowl lessened and his stance relaxed, a little.
Oliver walked over to him, his pace accelerating, as he pulled his suitcase and two travel cages. As he got closer, Jean heard Schrodinger’s angry hisses and Fred’s little plaintive mewls. He couldn’t say he had missed the cats. Definitely not Schrodinger, but Fred was okay. She found him to be okay, and that was okay with him. He didn’t have to worry about his every move, and his life, around her.
He waved at them; to Oliver, really and Oliver gave him a smile and hurried his step. When he finally got to him, Jean took the travel cages from him and put them down. He then opened his arms and Oliver easily stepped up to him, throwing his arms around his neck. Jean hugged him back, holding him close, and buried his face in Oliver’s neck and hair. For now, this felt like home. He’d enjoy the feeling for as long as it lasted.
Oliver let himself be held, leaning into Jean and he sighed, glad to be home, relieved and pleased that Jean had come to pick him up. The flight had been long and tiring and it was nice to have a small something to look forward to.
In all honesty, he had missed Jean, more than usual. He wasn’t sure why, but he wasn’t about to start psycho-analysing it either. He snuggled closer in the embrace and felt Jean’s arms tighten around his waist.
They stayed that way, for a moment, enjoying it for everything it was worth. They remained silent, exchanging words, through their embrace. It was hello and welcome back, I missed you, how was your trip, and all the I love yous they had never told each other, but that they had guessed, in the other’s actions and attentions.
When they finally pulled back, Oliver smiled softly at him and Jean returned the gesture. He then took Oliver’s suitcase and Fred’s traveling cage, before looping their arms together. Oliver leaned into him a little and they both exited the airport, heading home.
FIN 1
Started writing: October 5th 2013, 6:52pm
Finished writing: October 5th 2013, 8:19pm
Started typing: December 17th 2013, 8:56pm
Finished typing: December 17th 2013, 9:12pm
#LOOK AT THE DATE STAMPS#I AM LOSING MY MIND#2023 me is going why the frig did oliver bring his cats along#but i guess ill never know why that seemed like a good idea at the time#what do we tag these things as lamao#iamp: ontario#iamp: quebec#cant believe im using these tags in 2023#pc: ontario#pc: quebec#qcon#good lord someone hold me what even is this lamao
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chaque matin je prends un café...
#and if i dont i die.#look! i can say half of my sentiment in french LMAO#je prends mon café avec le déjeuner. dans la matin....#i think déjeuner in quebec is breakfast. but in french french its lunch#and in french french breakfast is petit déjeuner.....#but i am going to Canada. and they will understand. but i dont want to sound bad gjsfj#skelly speaks
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Eat this watermelon. Fastest wins.
Le maître du jeu (Taskmaster Québec), S01E08
#taskmaster#taskmaster quebec#le maitre du jeu#Le Maître Du Jeu#Jo Cormier#watermelon#this has been in my drafts since december so there you go#the scream i scrumpt when he crushed the watermelon#I am once again asking you to go watch taskmaster quebec it is so so good
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on GOD i am graduating 2024!!!!!
#canNOT do this anymore. 2024 i am GETTING this degree !!!#looking at summer courses. gonna have my hot montreal summer (may) at least to knock out some credits#idk maybe i'll travel ontario/quebec a bit while i'm here. go further east even. idk!! but i'm excited#isabel.txt
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also i think it would be a lot easier for me to care about my french hw if it was like. analyze this chapter of some book or whatever. instead of. pretend you're applying to a job
#like literary analysis is not always Fun but i am good at it#wheras applying to jobs is a thing that i am Not particularly good at but also have to do in like. my real life#outside the classroom#and i also have absolutely no plans to go applying for jobs in quebec or france or switzerland or whatever so#y'know how teenagers complain that math class is useless cause you'll never use trigonometry or whatever in your daily life#well. yea#i wanna talk about me#sasha speaks#last semester was all literature and poems and films and shit. this semester is How To Be A Working Professional But In French#please i want to go back to just writing paragraphs about old books...
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I'm not confused you're trying to rape and kill me, just like you said you would not if I can help it.
#asshole covens from hell#pagans that ruin paganism L.O.#murder corpse kilgrave#quebec pagans are nicer#I am not dying as your bitch not after what you put me through#flaying me and raping me to death after trying to protect you? wow.#evelyn needs to go home#you target 8 year olds wow.
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#i cannot fucking sleep bcs then itll be tomorrow and tomorrow is a social thing out in public and aaaaaaaa#(i started overthinking the ren fair thing and noe im regretting wanting to go#every single time ive tried to go somewhere with ppl my own age for thebpast like 6 years its been fucked in some way#tbf i dont do it much anyways but stil!!!!!!#i got pickpocketed exluded nd had a panic attak#i got pressured nd judged by like the only pers9j at that school who willingly talked to me#im fairly sure there r other things but also i do not go out v much period so fuck if i knew#what i do knowbtho is that neither of those ended with me happy.#nd i rlly rlly elly dont want to fuck up renfairs for myself#what if im wearing the wronf shit actually i think i would actually throw up or smth aaaaaaaaaa#ANXIETIES FUCK U BE GONE#(they will mever be gone fml)#aaaaaaaaaaa#also theres ginna be a person tehrre who ive never talked to befire and my default for that is ending up silently third wheeling nd#that alwayd ends up with ppl exculding me so if that happends i might just split off from the group.#oh goddddsddd also whop whop general figure insecurities keep popping up. FUCK OFF.#enea rambles <3#eneas poor mental health jumpscare :]#its midnight and i. feel like Panic#hbhhhhhhhhhhh hate this. why cant i kust fucking DO SHIT like a normal goddamned person#i am. so fucking scarel#plus its in quebec and across a ferry#istfg if the ferry triggers a panic attack im gonna be so fucking upset#BACK MEMORIES#FUCK MY BRAIN RN#SHUT.#anywayssssssss ye so panickijy just a litttttleeee
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i NEVER even asked to be born. and yet I suffer everyday. every day my taxes are FUCKING WASTED
the world truly is shit we don't even have a single government subsidized communist stripper-mimes club.
how are we supposed to release our tension?!
okI want my money back
#just shrink me back into a tadpole I'm done.#taxes#fuck you Trudeau#a very unhappy Canada day thank you very much#I'm sorry but this shit is unacceptable#no wonder our asbestos pipes are breaking down. I AM TOO#mimes#this is why Quebec wants nothing to do with us TRUDEAU#GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER TRUDEAU#SEX WORK IS REAL HONEST WORK TRUDEAU#MIMES ARE GOING EXTINCT YET YOU DO NOTHING
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Even in Canada, most people don't know that Quebec has a distinct legal system. As part of the messy business of consensus-building that is our beautiful-but-rickety Confederation, they were encouraged to develop their own justice doodads and gewgaws. I am assured by many attorneys "in the know" on this side that it is a lot of fun to observe on vacation, like visiting Disneyland and marvelling at the idea of a spaceman who can shoot lasers and fly, but in a law-talking kind of way.
Max, my shark of a lawyer, is no exception. He was born and bred on this side of Gatineau. Unlike myself, he does not have a thriving (some would say over-thriving) group of relatives in la belle province. As such, he is normally forced to rely on the insanely expensive hotel system over there. Me, I just drive up and park a shitty car in wherever it will fit in Great-Uncle Cliff's ancestral home's backyard, and walk in for a rich breakfast of cretons and and croutons whenever I want (to spend several thousand dollars on gasoline and car maintenance.)
Once he heard about this, Max immediately demanded to go with me on a road trip to go see my family. While I was busy gladhanding and surreptitiously checking my cousin Chaise's garage for a Saab F40 six-speed manual transmission that he's not using, Max would be in a courthouse, thrilling to every oddball twist of fate in small-claims court and each confusing interaction. Somewhere outside Steinbech, he took a break from coughing up exhaust-coloured phlegm to excitedly show me the page in his autograph book that he was about to fill up with the signatures of all the chief judges. I warned him that he was getting a bit ahead of himself, and to temper his expectations.
Friends, it is a little strange bailing out your own attorney, but I can tell you the coffee shop next to the Palais de Justice is extremely choice. Max paid, of course. It was the least he could do after ruining Great-Uncle Cliff's big day in traffic court with all that flash photography.
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