Sleep, clarity and pride.
My sleep is returning to normal. It'll take a few days, but I think it will be more regular, and I won't wake up in an anxious wreck. I'm dreaming a lot, as if my brain needs to catch up. Even the gender in my dreams has become more congruent, as if it was a few months behind and is now too catching up. Furthermore...
...waitaminute...
Oh, look. This post isn't under a friends-only cut!
That's right, FUCK YOU CFS*. FUCK YOU BC-CFS "TREASURER" JAMES BOWAN. GOODBYE NOW! GOOD LUCK IN COURT!**
I'm going to have my journal back now, and I'll say whatever I want in it, and show it to whoever I see fit. People who need a gender resource will be able to get it again. It's too late for you to run a smear/intimidation/harassment campaign now. And the Peak wouldn't print the letter that Andrew Ferguson sent in. Too bad, it was so informed, and the writing style was so familiar, it was almost as if someone much more lucid wrote it for him.
Yeah. We're out now. You played dirty, but we won. By a lot. Actually, your antics helped us prove our argument.
I'm leaving the student union and I think the threats to blacklist me from the progressive sector aren't worth much, seeing as not only are people paying attention to your organization, but even the uninspring bipartisan-spawn that is the BC-NDP is getting around to disowning you.
Buhbye!
::Waves::
*By "CFS," I am of course referring to "the people who run the CFS**" as detailed on page thirty of this week's Peak.
**The sort of luck that is generally found in Greek deus-ex-machina-reliant epics and Star Trek Voyager
***i.e. into the ground
...waitaminute...
Oh, look. This post isn't under a friends-only cut!
That's right, FUCK YOU CFS*. FUCK YOU BC-CFS "TREASURER" JAMES BOWAN. GOODBYE NOW! GOOD LUCK IN COURT!**
I'm going to have my journal back now, and I'll say whatever I want in it, and show it to whoever I see fit. People who need a gender resource will be able to get it again. It's too late for you to run a smear/intimidation/harassment campaign now. And the Peak wouldn't print the letter that Andrew Ferguson sent in. Too bad, it was so informed, and the writing style was so familiar, it was almost as if someone much more lucid wrote it for him.
Yeah. We're out now. You played dirty, but we won. By a lot. Actually, your antics helped us prove our argument.
I'm leaving the student union and I think the threats to blacklist me from the progressive sector aren't worth much, seeing as not only are people paying attention to your organization, but even the uninspring bipartisan-spawn that is the BC-NDP is getting around to disowning you.
Buhbye!
::Waves::
*By "CFS," I am of course referring to "the people who run the CFS**" as detailed on page thirty of this week's Peak.
**The sort of luck that is generally found in Greek deus-ex-machina-reliant epics and Star Trek Voyager
***i.e. into the ground