today I was a big boy. I used the restroom in mid Missouri. the woman’s bathroom-the point is I had to pee in the bible belt, ok? I held the door open for a lady and her kid coming out and she’s like, “the men’s bathroom’s over there.” I told her I could read and when she heard my voice she apologized. I usually don’t say a word and continue to do what I’m doing but over the past month I’ve been questioned and stared constantly to the point where im playing situations back in my head and thinking why didn’t I do something? When the hunched old lady in the grocery line ahead of me called me young man and then asked me well you are a MAN right? I should’ve simply replied “sometimes.” when a young brother and sister followed me around target for ten minutes guessing my gender in my hearing range I should’ve told them it was none of their business and told their parents to teach their kids some manners.

I’m working on it

I also saw a tornado vertex forming (that’s the right word?maybe?) an hour before I got to my hotel room in Hays, Kansas. I thought I’d die. Good thing, I’ll be able to work on my come backs now.