#I am not going to Quebec

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

Why, thank you, mother. That easily avoidable false alarm was just what I needed this afternoon.

[thatmahblog]

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.

[siffrins-therapist]

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

[transgaysex]

i got hit with like. nauseating anxiety a couple hours ago and i dont know how to make it stop

[milokissa707]

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.

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!

[jellogram]

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.

[foxmulderautism]

worst week of my life (i bought the wrong salad bag)

[kitkatcadillac]

chaque matin je prends un café...

[candies-and-eyeliner]

Eat this watermelon. Fastest wins.

Le maître du jeu (Taskmaster Québec), S01E08

[lakecoded]

on GOD i am graduating 2024!!!!!

[supercantaloupe]

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

[crypticschism]

I'm not confused you're trying to rape and kill me, just like you said you would not if I can help it.

[worthlessdumbasspieceofshit]

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

[teaboot]

Bonjour Teaboot! I'm writing a fic with a Canadian character and wanted to ask you - is learning French mandatory in school? At what age/grade do you start learning? What sort of level of fluency do most students usually reach in school? Do you learn France French or Quebec French? Merci beaucoup!

Taking French as a class is mandatory, yes, (if your school doesnt have other second-laguage options, thanks for the correction, I'd forgotten) but almost nobody becomes fluent in public school unless they do French immersion.

The French is Qébecois French, and like super duper basic ass shit like "are, have, go, do" conjugations and a fee basic phrases, plus some words for table, ceiling, chair, library, hospital, whatever.

In elementary school, I don't think we did much- My english schools taught us how to sing the national anthem in English and French as well as ASL, but I've completely forgotten the ASL and most of the French. Normally we'd sing it in English and then switch to French for the last few lines, idk why.

The average highschool graduate knows, "Hello, my name is", "yes", "no", "where is the library", and a couple random words and swears. (Swears were not part of the curriculum.)

I chose to do French immersion stsrting in grade 6, so what happens THERE is you speak English and throw in whatever French words you know (affectionately referred to as "franglais"), then slowly use more and more French until about grade 7-9 where speaking English is no longer allowed in class. (I got detention a few times for chatting in English.)

One funny thing about early French classes in immersion- we had to ask to use the bathroom in French (esque-je peux aller a la toilette, if i remember correctly) and one time a kid said it wrong (esque-je peur à la toilette) which kind of sort of translates to "Am I afraid of going to the bathroom?" Which was, frankly, hilarious, and not just because he used to throw shit at my head all the time

Popular French words among English students are "pomplemousse" (Pomp-LA-Moose, Grapefruit) "Granouille" (Gran-oo-ee, Frog) "Phoque" (Fock, Seal) and "Arrêt" (A-rett, often intentionally mispronounced as "a rat", Stop)

Common French assignments in Englush schools are talking with a partner about your summer vacation, reading short paragraphs to the class, using smalltalk words in proper contexts, naming pizza toppings, singing songs about conjugation, etc.

Common French assignments in French schools are translating chapters from books written in English, writing short fiction stories, correcting incorrect sentences, reading French books, writing essays, etc.

In BC at least you need to take French or choose another language if it's available at your school? I think my mom took Russian growing up, idk, you just need a second languahe

But I haven't actually been fluent in... God, about 12 years or so now?

I van read enough to passably understand slow speech and simple books, but not enough to articulate myself past very simple concepts and ideas- directions, questions asking for help, etc, and my grammar is.... bad.

Hope this helps?

[epistolarymoon]

putting nsfw goggles on for a sec but

idk if this is just a trope that was a lot more common in older hockeyrpf fics bc i haven't seen it around as much recently BUT. would like to see a fic about will and mack going out (maybe while in quebec bc no need for fakes lol) and goading each other into picking up girls...

... and there is a girl that's interested in mack at first, but oh, wait, who's that prettyboy friend of yours you were talking to earlier?? and mack's like. utterly dumbfounded and also extremely humiliated bc uh what. [mack voice] am i literally getting turned down for smitty. will is never going to let him live this down. this is terrible.

and the girl tells mack to invite will over and theoretically mack should just cut his losses but for some reason he does. red-faced and kind of cut up about it, he goes across the bar and mumbles something about the girl at will. and will's like ??? what do you mean she wants me. and he's a little smug about it but he can see how mack's ego is all bruised so he's like. all right i can play it chill for now but, u know. a hot girl is a hot girl. and so he follows mack over to the girl, and mack's like. um. here u go. this is smitty. have fun I Guess.

and she's like okay i think you misunderstood baby i want Both Of You. and then it's all like. record scratch. freeze frame. what??????

also bc will is way more dialed, he very clearly realizes that mack's kind of just blue-screened. he knows that mack doesn't have a ton of experience and he doesn't either but he has had a 3some before (ryan leonard haunts the narrative as per). and he turns to the girl and is like "can we have a sec?" and she very graciously gestures for them to go have their little gab sesh.

when they're alone again mack is like "what the fuck dude i'm not having a threesome with you that'd be like. gay" and will is all like. [scoffs] "it's not fucking gay to fuck a girl together lol we won't even touch each others dicks." and mack is all, shrilly, "yeah but it's still fucking weird." and will very smarmily goes "you're just chicken. and also inexperienced. bc it's not even that crazy" which of course makes all higher function in mack's brain go offline now that will's just triggered his insane competitive hindbrain where he has to win at everything, even the stupid shit. and it's all [mack voice] wait you sound like you've done this before.

and will is all false confidence: "yeah duh" except he hasn't touched that memory of him and leno hooking up with a girl with a ten foot pole since it happened. bc then he would have to confront some very uncomfortable thoughts and feelings. and he doesn't want to do that.

now mack's fired up and he's like. "okay fine. i'm down if you're down." and will is all like "okay i'm down."

and they go home with this girl and run a train on her, except. obviously this is a night of realizations. and sometimes it feels like she's not even there, it's just will and mack in the room. at some point while she's otherwise occupied, they make eye contact and mack nearly nuts right then and there. and will can see how far down mack's flush goes. and it's all just. oh noooooo. oh no no no.

[seat-safety-switch]

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.