Charlotte, NC, Passes LGBT Rights Law, Defies Governor
Feb 27, 2016 2:11:44 GMT 8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2016 2:11:44 GMT 8
This report strikes me as exaggerated, Shan. I've heard of various pockets of people, usually far-right wingers, in one country or another who might want to leave the EU, but the only country that I know of where there's serious interest in getting out is Britain. Even there, there's sharp division. Not all of the English by any means want to get out, and the Scots seem heavily in favor of staying in. Which is one reason a lot of Scots want out of the UK. Here in Ireland, there's virtually zero interest in getting out. In fact the Irish are using what little influence they have to try to keep Britain in. There's a lot of grousing about EU government, but it's the same sort of grousing you'd have about a national government. Eastern European countries have a real incentive to stay in the EU and NATO: fear of Russia.
Anyway, this leads me to one of my favorite stories: only a few days after I'd come out, there was a referendum on that I wanted to vote in. Problem was that all my documents were still in my old identity, which at that point didn't match my new appearance. I hadn't even changed my name yet. It would have been easy for me to just go down in guy-mode, but I said, "F*** that! I'm out now, and I'm never going back in, not for a moment, not for any reason!"
So I went down to the polling station with my voting card and ID, spoke to the officer in charge and explained the situation to her. She had no problem with it. She may have figured nobody would tell a story like that if it wasn't true. So she took me into the voting room and instructed the people there to give me a ballot. One of them was a middle-aged woman who was all smiles. The other was a youngish guy who looked at me like I was a three-legged chicken from a square egg. But there was nothing he could say. The boss-lady had told him to give me a ballot, so I got my ballot. I'm still laughing about that one.
Anyway, this leads me to one of my favorite stories: only a few days after I'd come out, there was a referendum on that I wanted to vote in. Problem was that all my documents were still in my old identity, which at that point didn't match my new appearance. I hadn't even changed my name yet. It would have been easy for me to just go down in guy-mode, but I said, "F*** that! I'm out now, and I'm never going back in, not for a moment, not for any reason!"
So I went down to the polling station with my voting card and ID, spoke to the officer in charge and explained the situation to her. She had no problem with it. She may have figured nobody would tell a story like that if it wasn't true. So she took me into the voting room and instructed the people there to give me a ballot. One of them was a middle-aged woman who was all smiles. The other was a youngish guy who looked at me like I was a three-legged chicken from a square egg. But there was nothing he could say. The boss-lady had told him to give me a ballot, so I got my ballot. I'm still laughing about that one.