here is the link to the petition, i think since it is a parliamentary petition it should only be signed by canadian citizens, but if I am wrong please correct me.
Yes, only Canadians can sign.
If you can’t sign, please reblog to spread the word.
here is the link to the petition, i think since it is a parliamentary petition it should only be signed by canadian citizens, but if I am wrong please correct me.
Yes, only Canadians can sign.
If you can’t sign, please reblog to spread the word.
"fuck my stupid baka life" is the most useful phrase on earth other than variations of "i'm killing myself"
elyre-the-liar asked:
your thing about how machines are alive and are creatures reminded me of church organs because they're literally a system that exists within the very structure of a building and its got this very complex system of windpipes and gadgets and stuff and whatnot... church organs are also creatures :) and they're one of my fav creatures ever.
manywinged answered:
The law allows any medical provider or insurer to deny care based on "ethical, moral, or religious beliefs."
If you work in the medical field and refuse to treat someone bc you don’t agree with their right to exist, you should not work in the medical field.
I think whenever this bill gets removed by someone less evil all the doctors that intentionally chose not to treat a patient cause of their lgbt status should retroactively get charged with premeditated murder
Interested to see how this goes because even if it’s not against the LAW it is against licensing board regs. Which means no more medical license. Which doctors are going to try to fight in order to be able to keep their jobs.
Ah fuck I just noticed it said insurers. We’re gonna be back to insurance claiming you can’t get your birth control filled because your boss specifically bought a plan that doesn’t cover it because you work for a fucking catholic school or something. (Happened to me, fucked up my endometriosis something fierce).


Sneha Solanki ‘The Lovers’
Two networked machines, one infected with a virus, slowly infects the other through the interface of classic romantic poetry.
A breakdown in the relationship was inevitable once the virus had seeped into the memory of one machine and then into the other through a singular network cable affecting the poetic text files. Communication between the two deteriorated, leading to irrational & at times odd behaviour. Each machine reacted with equal confusion and conflict. The interface text became an illegible poetic mutation of itself.
[ID: Two computers facing each other, connected to one another, on rectangular platforms. The room is backlit in red. End ID.]
[ID: two gifs showing the screens of the machines. on the left the first half of the love poem reads ‘The Lovers. Where, oh! Where, on his restless wing/ hath the spirit of love been wondering? I have been where passionate hearts/ beat high beneath the glow of an eastern /heav'n, And break with wild intensity.’ The poem continues on the right screen ‘so deep in love am i and i will love thee/ still my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry and the rocks/ melt wi’ the sun/ I will love thee still, my dear/ while the sands o'life shall run.’ the text is shown in bright red on a black background. it gets progressively more corrupted until it is ineligible. finally an error message is shown on screen. End ID]
The nice thing about reaching adulthood as a trans person is that there are plenty of instances where, before as a kid, your transness mattered, but now it doesn't necessarily
When I was in high school, I was required to take a P.E. class to graduate, and I was always yelled at for being late and bringing my backpack to class with me because I couldn't change in locker rooms like the other guys. I changed in a faculty restroom and brought my bag with me, my tardiness be damned. It gave me an unhealthy view of fitness because I despised how othered I felt, and I couldn't articulate why I didn't feel safe necessarily. I felt like transness would always be what others saw before they saw me, and I hated that feeling. I don't like being seen as The Trans Person, I just like being seen as me, where being trans is part of me but not the whole.
However, as an adult, I can join a gym and they don't fucking care. I get to retrain how to have a healthy relationship with fitness on my own terms because now, I have the freedom to be left the fuck alone about my transness. I love weightlifting, I love feeling physically fit, and high school was not the place for me as a trans person.
If any young trans person is feeling how I felt about their transness being front-and-center, just, please hold out hope. I know shit's scary, especially for you young people, and I do not blame you for how you feel. Just know that there can be good out there.
What fascinates me about transition is the gradual changes in your subconscious. 5 years in, I think nothing of going to the women's bathroom, or wearing women's clothes, and I instinctively mark myself as female when filling out forms. It's also become hard to think of men as a group I used to belong to, it's become much easier for me to associate myself with other women. Thinking back, although my self from 5 years ago was already female at heart, she would definitely have struggled with all these things due to her upbringing up to that point. It's fascinating how malleable such things are, I suppose. Nothing's as set in stone as people seem to believe.
The Ship of Theseus is a story of a ship which, over time, has part after part replaced. By the end, 100% of the original ship's pieces have been replaced. The paradox begs the question of whether it is still the same ship.
The Ship of Theseus is a story of a ship which has its pieces replaced one after another. By the end, every single piece of the original ship has changed. The paradox asks if this is the same ship.
The Ship of Theseus tells the allegory of a ship whose crew are replaced one at a time. Eventually every single crewmate has been swapped for a new one. No one left knows what the carved initials in the mast mean. The paradox wonders whether the ship is still the same ship.
The Ship of Theseus refers to a company which has experienced complete turnover and rebranding. The query wishes to know if it is still the same company. The debtors are asking.
The Ship of Theseus is about a family. The original constituents are dead now, replaced by younger generations which have dispersed, found love, married and gained new names. No one is Theseus anymore. No one remembers the bones. But the genes never forget. Who is the family now?
The Ship of Theseus is you, shed of all the cells which first made you. They're stardust again. You'll be stardust many times over. Who are you?
The Ship of Theseus is me. All my words have changed. Who do I get to be now?