What Does It Matter?
Today I lost my best friend. We were discussing transgender bathroom issues, and I laid it out there, explaining that it doesn’t matter at all. Seriously. It’s a toilet. People leave waste behind and wash their hands (hopefully, right?) there. End of story. Or so I thought. After sitting through a nearly ten-minute tirade, I came out, in a manner of speaking, informing him of a relationship I’d had in my twenties with a wonderful trans lady, and how I grew to understand and support her, and wonder often where she is now. I explained that people are people, you get one life, and it’s yours to make yourself feel complete and at home in. And for many, it’s bigger than just moving or getting a new car. I explained how, even as a straight guy, I love femininity. I enjoy makeup tutorials just as much as Football highlights. What about that makes me less of a “man” I have no idea. I could fall for a woman because of her soul, her personality, and her femininity, regardless of the shape or appearance of her genitals or anything else. It’s about connecting with what moves you. What a strange day. One weight lifted, another laid upon my heart. Life is tough that way.
