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 My blog was filled up. I'm too lazy to clean it out. So I started a new one. |
| I am not as liberated as I thought. A week ago in the downtown branch of my library, I went into the ladies room. Someone came in after me. I went to wash my hands and this unattractive woman wearing a mask was really taking her time to wash her hands. I lathered, rinsed and used the blow dryer. She had been eyeing me in the mirror the whole time, but never said a word. She wiped her hands-on loose-fitting jeans and proceeded out. I noticed her shape was like a column, a stout, not curvaceous column. Something hit me that this was not normal. She was not wearing any straps or bands under her shirt, but it occurred to me this was a transgender person. I told myself I was okay with this. We accept LGBTQ at church, so why not everywhere. My privacy hadn't been violated. This is the world we live in. I assumed the mask was to avoid germs before any upcoming surgeries. I made that mental note about shape and clothing because someone in transition would be attempting some clothing changes. I didn't want to stare, so I missed some things. I stepped into the hallway to see "her" going up the steps to leave, then turning to come back. I exited, too, only to see her outside on the porch. That's when I noticed a full heavy but short beard under the mask. This was no transgender person. It was a man! A short, stocky man. I had been had. I was expecting a woman, so it hadn't occurred to me that it could possibly be a man in the woman's room. The more I thought about it, the madder I got. I wish I had realized it while I was still inside the building. Now I know my feelings. I do not want to share a multiple occupant bathroom with a man! I am not that open minded. More buildings are going to need single occupant bathrooms to avoid the perverts. What if I had been a teenage girl, instead of an old woman? I was safe, but not everyone would have been. I was revolted. |
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I marvel at the things I'll be able to tell my grandkids about someday. Life is accelerating - or maybe it just feels that way!
I completely sympathize with your desire to declutter. I have more stuff than you can shake a stick at that didn't actually belong to just my wife or myself throughout the house.
