Canada, Airplanes, and Assholes

I was just sitting with my wonderful partner, drinking some wine, having nice conversation, and having a generally pleasant time when suddenly she stumbled across an article.
This article was about a recent law passed in Canada where someone who does not appear to be the gender on their I.D. can be refused admittance onto a flight.
In the article they claimed that the legislation will not be used in a prejudiced manner but
the law is still a prejudiced law.  It gives the legal right to any asshole who wants to prevent a trans-person from getting on a flight to do as they please.  While I believe in the power of a good majority of people to do the right thing when called upon to, it does not make it OK for prejudiced legislation to sit  uncontested.
It is my opinion that Canada's past interaction with trans-people has been a spotty but overall positive interaction.  I know that while many cosmetic surgeries are not covered by their health care system, top surgery for FtMs and bottom surgery for both is covered.  (If I've stated anything false please correct me.)
If Canada lets this legislation sit it will be a black stain on their history.
C'mon Canada!
I've always felt that you were an option as a place to move if things ever got dire in the USA,
don't throw it all away for-
for what anyway?
What terrorists?
What murderers?
Who?
Who is it, that's going to Canadian Airports with I.D. that doesn't match their gender marker but in all other respects is obviously them and threatening-
What?

Canada, what devious sinister trans-people are attempting to destroy you?

Repeal this prejudiced legislation.  I know you're not perfect on LGBT rights but you've always been pretty good.
I understand it was the act of the Minister of Transportation.  I know that it was so sly nobody noticed til now and I get that it has never been used BUT
but you need to change it.
you need to change it today.

Nonsense

I watch too much anime
I always watch it in japanese with english subs
I just witnessed an anime where a character said, in english, "Lucky"
and they translated it as "awesome"
...
...
...
???
Profit

Do The Right Thing

There is currently a very interesting thing I must do but nobody will tell me what it is.
I do not believe
they are not telling me
out of spite...
but sometimes
I suspect foul play.
Maybe if I just had better words to say.
Maybe if I knew them better.
Maybe if I saw the world clearer.

I used to think
if only I loved them more.
then it would come to me.
Then i would fit together.

now i just think
if only I did the right thing
they would tell me
the right thing to do.

Anxiety

Puff,
Steam is released from my kettle.  Soon, soon, so soon... Steam come on make a whistle...
Steam go...
Steam explode!
Steam FIRE!
nope... I take a sip from my coffee cup,
still hot,
yum.
This'll be pot number... 3?  Yes, three.  Right, well... I've just reduced the number of days this bag of beans will last by at least 1... possibly 2?  I hope not, let's assume that I would've had coffee twice that day then it only reduces it by 1 and if this is the third then I'll have only lost half a day of coffee today.
Good Job Danika, you're amazing...
wait a minute...
this'll be pot of coffee 4 and I've already had three...
Shit.
My chest is pounding.  It kind of hurts, almost.

Oh coffee, wherefore art thou coffee?
why, Why dost thou taste so wonderful?
You warm my heart.  You invigorate my soul.
Why are you coffee, coffee?
I could drink cup after cup of you and never stop loving you.
I could love a thousand loves and cry a thousand tears
but coffee you will always get me up in the morning.
Coffee

What?  What is that sound?
Oooohh!  The water is boiling!  Time to make another pot of coffee!
I grab the French Press, already filled with ground coffee beans.
Ground to perfection, the right amount to leave no residue in my cup.  I am so proud of my work when I do it right I do it so right as to not leave anything that could be considered less than a perfect level of groundessingdllslaksdfj...
Yes, coffee...
Right I've got my coffee pot and I grab the kettle.
For a moment, it feels warm.
then it feels hot.
now it burns.
I know it will not leave blisters so I continue to hold it in my farmers hands.
Ahhhhhh, pain can be good.
Pain can be pleasing.
I pour the coffee into the french press and as I do I notice the knuckle of my middle finger is touching the glass of the container.  The water swirls and begins to darken.  My knuckle begins to burn.  I wonder if this whole steeping process is even necessary?  You know what, my knuckle actually hurts quite a bit.  The whole steeping thing might just be a conspiracy.  I hope the burning will leave a mark...
Marks and cuts are gorgeous.
Pain is so beautiful

At least when it leaves a clear record behind.

A kind pause is passing me by, I have to remember it.



I set the kettle down and place my hand on my face.  It feels so warm.  Warm and Calm.  I like you...
I set the French Press on the table in the kitchen and set a timer for four minutes.
The timer is ticking down and I want to hug someone.  How is this so lonely?   Coffee, I reach for my coffee cup but it contains only a minuscule amount of coffee.  I drink it anyway and the coffee is ice cold.
A moment ago I swear it was warm...
I can't really remember though.  It was probably cold then.
In fact, I'm certain it was cold.
I'm certain this next pot will bring me nothing but,
But...
BUT!
Anxiety.
I really need to cut down on the coffee intake.  You know it is addictive.  You know it's bad for your...
it's bad for you!
and...
your heart.
I should have made this last cup of coffee
but it's worse to waste.
So, I'll drink it anyway.
How many minutes left?
3?
ugh, well they never said it would be easy.
Yeah, you know it isn't.
Life is hard,
and I need coffee if I'm going to get up everyday
Face the bleak sky
Swim against the undertow
Fight and live to fight another day!
er...
2 minutes still?
Well, I guess it didn't feel like another minute passed and...
and that has to be a good thing,
ugh my chest hurts.
Slow down that heartbeat
Slow.
stop
breathing.
slow.
I can't.  I can slow my thoughts but not my body.  This is horrible.  Normally I can do both with disturbing ability.
1!
Yes, one minute left!
This, my friends, is why I make french press the right way.  Only four minutes of steeping.  I used to waste all this time making sure the coffee was deadly caffeinated and more bitter then cemetery dirt! HA!  almost time...
yes...
almost time
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TRIUMPH, VICTORY!
I press the plunger,  pour a cup, and
, honestly,
it wasn't as good as the last batch,
hm, wonder what I did wrong this time?