#restroom

Shout out to the lady who immediately came to my defense.  In the event that you somehow stumble across this strip in the future, I was the lady wearing a Jets hat at the Moynihan Train Hall on June 19th, 2026.  I appreciate you so much.  Keep being that person, you displayed perfectly what being an ally looks like.

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It was a nice day, a really nice day.  We had met up with a bunch of friends from all over in the city, and as the resident New Yorkers, my wife and I got a kick out of the visiting folks taking in the sights.

Since I was out with a group had we were having a good time, I didn’t want to draw too much attention to what went down in the bathroom.  I let everyone know, sure, but I still was laughing it off.

Once I was home though, It hasn’t been able to get out of my mind.

At a base level, it’s a reminder that I don’t pass.  Like, I know I don’t, but it sucks to have it rubbed in my face in that way.

Beyond that however, the idea that I (and other trans folks) are “cursed”, carries a dark implication: that we are fundamentally flawed or damaged human beings; that we are “less than” by nature.

No matter how much I knew this would eventually happen, it genuinely was shocking in the moment and I almost couldn’t believe it.  I’m now acutely aware that this could happen again, at any time, and I might not be as lucky when it does.

What if no one defends me?  What if there’s no one else?  What if the person gets violent?  What if a man follows me in?

There’s a whole new terror that has been baked into my life that I’m now unable to escape from. 

Vampires.