I mean, like, the only unisex bathroom at work is a 5-minute hike down three floors from my desk but there’s a gendered restroom less than 30 seconds away. I can exploit the fact that everybody assumes my gender incorrectly to use the more convenient facilities and nobody but me cares.
Eh, there are the horrors, but there’s joy too. Being invisible to almost everyone means I never get catcalled even when I’m out on a topless hike, and the few who can see me for who I am all seem to love my mixed-gender aesthetic.
I mean, like, the only unisex bathroom at work is a 5-minute hike down three floors from my desk but there’s a gendered restroom less than 30 seconds away. I can exploit the fact that everybody assumes my gender incorrectly to use the more convenient facilities and nobody but me cares.
Well, that’s a pain in the ass. Sorry you’ve got to deal with that.
Eh, there are the horrors, but there’s joy too. Being invisible to almost everyone means I never get catcalled even when I’m out on a topless hike, and the few who can see me for who I am all seem to love my mixed-gender aesthetic.