Went out for groceries, including a couple 5-gallon water jugs. At the checkout, the lovely person at the register says Hi ma’am, pretends not to notice my 5 o’clock shadow that my makeup has for hours failed to hide, tells me she loves my bracelet, and then tells the young men helping bag items to “help this nice lady with her water”.
I’ll be hanging onto that. She was an angel.
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one of my most beloved affirmations of hell was this:
last year in summer, i (mtf 35-ish) was pre hrt, but have already had some laser sessions. so i was having a shitty day but decided to joun my transfem group. i was having a 0 fucks, 0 effort day, put on grey pants and a rather colourful shirt. i put my hair in a hair clip i had laying around. and headed out, boymoding. i used to wear exactly that fit for years before hatching day.
i went to the group meeting, and took the bus home. some drunken guy enters the bus, fixates me and asks:
i don’t remember how i ended this discussion. he obv. tried something very transphobic, but it felt so good, that in this 0 effort day, i kinda passed (as transfem)? i am still puzzeled.