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Jun. 20th, 2005 04:57 pmSo his nibs,
querrelle, is officially Mrs. Nearly Canadian. This morning we boogied on down to the Canadian Consulate General of Sydney and picked up his Permanent Resident (IM-1) visa. We're done; now all we have to do is organize, pack and go. We'll be in Vancouver in a little less than 2 months.
The process of getting
querrelle's visa was remarkably straightforward. We filled (lots of) forms, gathered supporting information, checked things several times over, paid some money, and waited. We began work in earnest on the application mid-February; it was in their hands 01 March and everything was approved 10 Jun--a very fast turnaround for a file that was sent from Australia to Canada, took 45 days to process there, then came back to Australia for further processing. Pretty lickety split quick you ask me.
But that $.35 decal in his passport is of a much greater value to me, symbolically speaking. That decal means that my country, Canada, views us as a real and legitimate family.My government's processing of our application expeditiously--so we don't have to live apart--tells me that I am a full, legitimate, genuine Canadian citizen--and that Max can be one day too, if he so desires. I am, we are, equal.
Before I moved to Canada I had a huge chip on my shoulder as a gay man. No one knocked it off (OK, a few tried, it's Canada not Sodom); instead I brushed it off myself, as one-by-one I was given my entitlements as a Canadian. When I arrived in Vancouver in 1989, there was no national protection of queers in the Canadian Human Rights Act; over the next 15 years we received every individual and nearly every familial entitlement available. Including the "priviledge" of paying more taxes as a couple: fine by me, where do I send the cheque.
You might think I'm a silly fook, but I get weepy when I think about this. The first 25 years of my life made it abundantly clear that I was less-than, unimportant, worthy of scorn--not because of the content of my character, but because I love men. I have a visceral memory of that vulnerability, the resiliency required (even as a gay man who "passes" as str8 to a large extent), the weariness that resulted. I remember, I remember.
Let's just call this another day where I'm profoundly moved, honoured and gratified to Canadian. Congratulations Baby--et bienvenue (bientôt) au Canada!
The process of getting
But that $.35 decal in his passport is of a much greater value to me, symbolically speaking. That decal means that my country, Canada, views us as a real and legitimate family.My government's processing of our application expeditiously--so we don't have to live apart--tells me that I am a full, legitimate, genuine Canadian citizen--and that Max can be one day too, if he so desires. I am, we are, equal.
Before I moved to Canada I had a huge chip on my shoulder as a gay man. No one knocked it off (OK, a few tried, it's Canada not Sodom); instead I brushed it off myself, as one-by-one I was given my entitlements as a Canadian. When I arrived in Vancouver in 1989, there was no national protection of queers in the Canadian Human Rights Act; over the next 15 years we received every individual and nearly every familial entitlement available. Including the "priviledge" of paying more taxes as a couple: fine by me, where do I send the cheque.
You might think I'm a silly fook, but I get weepy when I think about this. The first 25 years of my life made it abundantly clear that I was less-than, unimportant, worthy of scorn--not because of the content of my character, but because I love men. I have a visceral memory of that vulnerability, the resiliency required (even as a gay man who "passes" as str8 to a large extent), the weariness that resulted. I remember, I remember.
Let's just call this another day where I'm profoundly moved, honoured and gratified to Canadian. Congratulations Baby--et bienvenue (bientôt) au Canada!
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Date: 2005-06-20 07:12 am (UTC)Every straight person in Canada should be made to read that,and they should feel proud.
And so should Australians,then maybe they will realise they have created another way to lose our best and brightest.
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Date: 2005-06-20 12:24 pm (UTC)I'd make some snide remark about Canada, but they only seem to get cooler as time goes on, while my country sinks into something resembling an Ayn Rand nightmare. So I give on that whole argument. Even for the Olympics.
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Date: 2005-06-20 12:32 pm (UTC)Save your wacky American dollars and give yourself a holiday out on the West coast sometime. Accomodation and meals provided, beautiful downtown location. All the fresh air you can breathe.
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Date: 2005-06-20 04:06 pm (UTC)God Bless Canada for getting their shit together. Someone should throw them a party for their enlightened ways.
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Date: 2005-06-20 05:06 pm (UTC)Or "organise", yeah...
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Date: 2005-06-20 06:20 pm (UTC)Way to go, guys!
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Date: 2005-06-20 11:01 pm (UTC)Party every 1st of July. Lots of singing, barbecues, and even a bit of bragging. Usually great live music down on the waterfront (cruise ship terminal @ convention centre). Check it out sometime.
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Date: 2005-06-21 02:33 am (UTC)The proximity to snowfields would help, too :)
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