The shit hit the fan in the trans blogosphere last night, when it came to light that there is a disturbing new section in the Identity Screening Regulations used in airports throughout Canada. Simply put, Transgender People are Completely Banned From Boarding Airplanes in Canada.
The offending section of the regulations reads:
5.2 (1) An air carrier shall not transport a passenger if … (c) the passenger does not appear to be of the gender indicated on the identification he or she presents;
Although this obviously discriminatory smear of regulation did not come to significant public attention until very recently, it apparently came into effect on July 27th, 2011.
It is important to note that these regulations are not actually a piece of legislation, which would have had to pass through readings and votes in the House and Senate (which is probably why it went unnoticed until now). Rather, the Identity Screening Regulations are a set of rules implemented unilaterally by the Ministry of Transportation, as part of Canada’s so-called Passenger Protect, which is essentially the Canadian Federal Government’s equivalent to the U.S.’s “no-fly” list.
Minister of Transportation Denis Lebel is, of course, a federal Conservative MP appointed to the cabinet position by Stephen Harper.
In the eyes of the honourable Minister of Transportation, that makes trans people unfit to fly in Canada.
It is interesting to note that this regulatory adjustment occurred immediately following the federal election in 2011. In the previous parliament, Bill C-389, a bill to amend the Human Rights Code to explicitly enshrine protections against discrimination for transgender people, had successfully passed in the House of Commons, only to die on the Senate floor when Harper declared a Federal Election (thereby dissolving parliament).
Is the timing of this disturbing and blatantly discriminatory regulatory adjustment merely a coincidence? That is up to you to decide. However, the negative impact on trans people is crystal clear, and we need to take action now.
I believe it. I got hauled aside to be patted down after the airport security guy gave me a funny look while glancing at my passport. Nothing is more embarrassing than a public crotch-grope, even if it proved that I was the legal sex listed on my passport.
Hah. Nice one. How does it feel to know that you’re barely unique? Of all the personality types you could have had, you ended up with the most common in all of America. In a group of 100 Americans, 12.8 of them will be just like you.
I bet you feel sorry for that one person missing 20% of his body. I bet you want to help him out, don’t you? Cause that’s what you like to do, isn’t it? Help people. You don’t want to save the world. You just want to help people out.
Sound pretty good so far? Sorry, but you’re just plain pathetic. You let people walk all over you all the time, because everyone knows that you just can’t say “no.” When you get time, email me your contact details. It’s always good to know where I can find another helping hand.
What the hell is your problem? GET A LIFE! Stop cleaning other people’s houses and go out and have a bit of fun every now and then. Sure, you feel responsible for doing what needs to be done, but sometimes it’s just not you who needs to do it.
You’re dependable, predictable and practicaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…
Whoops, that was me falling asleep on the keyboard. You’re just not the most fun person. I wouldn’t worry too much about it. You can go hang out with your other 12.8 mates, helping out at the soup kitchen together. Woohoo!
Rules? Hah! Who needs rules? They merely prevent you from doing your own thing, right? Down with the MAN!
Wow. I wasn’t aware that you had access to OKCupid! in prison. And if you’re not behind bars, all signs say you’re well on your way there in the near future.
You love taking risks. You love the adrenaline rush of extreme sports. You love taking action. Generally, anything that’s idiotic, you’re in. Wanna light yourself on fire and dive from a 500 metre high cliff into shark-infested waters? I’ll write your name down.
However, you do need a lot of alone time because that’s when you can finally sort things out in your mind most clearly.
If it wasn’t for your analytical and logical skills, I’d vouch that you didn’t have a brain at all. The fact that you do have a brain merely means that the likelihood of you being a criminal has just gone up.
Thankfully, you’re most probably a good athlete, which will help when running away from the police. If not, prison doesn’t seem too far away from you at all.
Have you no soul? It’s clear you have no heart and that your blood runs cold, but really, do you have even one redeeming factor?
Sure. You’re a natural born leader. So was Hitler. You just don’t like people, do you?
You don’t play games. You take charge. And there’s very little room for mistakes in your world. You’re forceful, intimidating and overbearing.
Heard of the word “patience?” Trust me, it’s a word and it’s something you’re sorely lacking. Believe it or not, you’re not always right. Learn to have some patience for those who think differently from you, knobflap.
From the way people’s knees knock when they see you, you should have realised by now that you’re not exactly a “people-person.” You’re more of a “people-eater.” You just ain’t tuned into people’s feelings and probably couldn’t care less whether you were anyway. Maybe you’re not from this planet but the rest of us are.
Sure, you’re intelligent. So what? You have some semblance of power. Big deal.
So I thought I’d try recording my Romy audition again, because I was sick with a head cold for the first try and I sounded pretty stuffy. XD
Anyway, here’s take two, with the same lines. I minimized the accent this time, because I figured that they’re in North Michigan and wouldn’t have much heritage from down South! Also, I repeated the last line because I read it in two ways—the first is more harried-sounding, whereas the second is more worried than annoyed.
I like it when I click to enlarge a picture on my dash and it comes up blurry. I always quickly blink my eyes super-hard, so that when I open them, the image has gone hi-res, and I can pretend my eyes just magically got better.
(P.S. Can you believe I’ve posted like 1200 things on Tumblr and just figured out this whole “replying to replies” thing? I have been copying-and-pasting replies into text posts to respond to people all this time. Eh heh. ^^;)
“Fan fiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don’t do it for money. That’s not what it’s about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They’re fans, but they’re not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.”—
Men suck at eating pussy. Not because they don’t like it but because it’s really fucking hard. You have to learn it. Giving good head is the key to just about everything in life (including getting good head later on), so it’s time we broke it down. Like this.
ok guys, does anybody know how to set up a donation account? on Paypal maybe? somewhere else? fundly.com?
because recently got myself a credit card and I should put it to good use and because our dear spn family member Sashi is sick and needs our help!
If you can take a few minutes to read this, please.
This is Sashi, the friend I care most about in the whole world.
Ever since she was a kid, she’s been suffering from chronic pain on her abdomen, getting worse over the years, getting fucked over by doctors who dis-diagnosed her or flat out told her she was “lying” about her pain just to get pain killers.
After years of awful symptoms, trying to figure out whats wrong, ER visits when she couldn’t bear with the pain anymore, having to rush everytime to the hospital, she has finally been diagnosed with a severe case of Endometriosis, which requires a big surgery that also requires to remove her ovaries that are practically all covered in several tumors the size of big oranges, even she feels the stiffness on her tummy.
Endometriosis consists in cysts (in her case of 8cm) growing around her ovaries and affecting intestines and several organs.
Up-to date, she’s 24, had to quit her job (and therefore having no insurance) because she can barely move anymore. She has developed several other side problems from this disease, she can’t eat because there’s literally no room in her intern organs to proceed any food anymore.
As much as it hurts to type down and as tears well up in my eyes,
She’s been slowly dying in front of my eyes for the past years of fighting.
After trying several times to get medi-cal, today she got denial again because according to the government she doesn’t count as a “disabled” person.
saving her life is up to a surgery that would cost thousands of dollars, I am uncertain exactly how much, I’m researching that right now, been researching all night, trying to find out some solutions; but if she finally could afford this surgery she’d be able to…start to live again.
Though, is sweet of the person above me that talked about donations, Sashi herself is reluctant of donations because the surgery is really, really expensive and its true, it would require a LOT of work/donations to get to any near goal.
I don’t want her to die and keep going through this, I would do anything that is in my hands to help her. To prove her wrong, to show her we care. I am writing this against her will because she would not want to sound “needy” or calling for attention for anyone. she’s always willing to help others with their problems, but she’s too fucking nice to ask for help for herself, she feels uncomfortable with this stuff. But, still. I need to write this. And its why she needs to keep on living, because she doesn’t deserve this at all, she’s the last person I know that would deserve this.
Can you take a minute to reblog, spread the word, and help us with any information you may have on some insurance or coverage she could get (medi-cal isn’t an option anymore, she’s been denied many times) maybe some of you know someone, or know about this stuff, hell, maybe there are some doctors out here. Maybe some answers are out there. Is worth a try, anything you can help her with.
btw, she lives in California for further information.
I want her to get this surgery, is really, really a must for her. You have no idea how it frustrates me and how useless it makes me feel when I see her go through the shittiest situations. I just want to help her.
And I can’t believe a gif set made by her gets 10.000 notes and this is getting like 12…people please, speak out. Reach out to her.
Signal boost, and also…(student) social worker** kicking in…