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dolariI went to go see The Menagerie last night at a movie theater. Knowing full well the trouble I'd get into by trying to use the restrooms, I went before I left. Several times.
The irony of being trans is that folks don't like you being in their restroom - and the pills you take to lower your testosterone levels? They make you pee. A lot.
I knew I was in trouble when I got to the theater and I had to go again. I was presenting female (not overtly so) and went in. No problem. As I came out, though, I came face to face with a woman who clocked me on the spot.
Several years ago (well a decade and a half to be honest), a genetic girl friend of mine and I went to go see a movie at the Cinemark in San Antonio. I can't remember what movie it was because we never got that far. She had to use the restroom, and decided she couldn't go alone - so dragged me in with her. I was female at that time, too.
Sure enough we were pulled aside when we got out, and told that we needed to leave and not come back. They were going to take pictures of us to make sure when a fight broke out in the arcade part (it was a cheapie dollar movie place with punk kids coming by to start trouble all the time). The manager ran off and so did we.
Last night the woman looked at me puzzled..."Am I in the wrong restroom?" That's when I made my second mistake. I said "No." I don't sound particularly female outside of a bathroom, but inside one with all the tiles and acoustics, suddenly James Earl Jones was in the room with us.
She literally turned pale, stumbled back and yelled "I'm getting a manager." And left me there like I was going to wait.
Hell no - I ducked into the theater RIGHT away. Thankfully Erin and Marca were there waiting for me, but I was rattled. And then the person who made the ruckus to begin with sat caddy-corner near me. (Although Erin said they'd talked to her already and not had any problems....it looked like her, though).
It spoiled my evening. Badly. I had a good time with everyone, and the "movie" was good, but the entire time, I was just waiting to be escorted out.
I guess the only solution to the problem is to simply not eat or drink anything a week before I go anywhere. That's me being silly of course. The real solution is not one I'm going to like.
Wanna know what the appeal of Second Life is for me? They can't tell I wasn't born a woman....
The irony of being trans is that folks don't like you being in their restroom - and the pills you take to lower your testosterone levels? They make you pee. A lot.
I knew I was in trouble when I got to the theater and I had to go again. I was presenting female (not overtly so) and went in. No problem. As I came out, though, I came face to face with a woman who clocked me on the spot.
Several years ago (well a decade and a half to be honest), a genetic girl friend of mine and I went to go see a movie at the Cinemark in San Antonio. I can't remember what movie it was because we never got that far. She had to use the restroom, and decided she couldn't go alone - so dragged me in with her. I was female at that time, too.
Sure enough we were pulled aside when we got out, and told that we needed to leave and not come back. They were going to take pictures of us to make sure when a fight broke out in the arcade part (it was a cheapie dollar movie place with punk kids coming by to start trouble all the time). The manager ran off and so did we.
Last night the woman looked at me puzzled..."Am I in the wrong restroom?" That's when I made my second mistake. I said "No." I don't sound particularly female outside of a bathroom, but inside one with all the tiles and acoustics, suddenly James Earl Jones was in the room with us.
She literally turned pale, stumbled back and yelled "I'm getting a manager." And left me there like I was going to wait.
Hell no - I ducked into the theater RIGHT away. Thankfully Erin and Marca were there waiting for me, but I was rattled. And then the person who made the ruckus to begin with sat caddy-corner near me. (Although Erin said they'd talked to her already and not had any problems....it looked like her, though).
It spoiled my evening. Badly. I had a good time with everyone, and the "movie" was good, but the entire time, I was just waiting to be escorted out.
I guess the only solution to the problem is to simply not eat or drink anything a week before I go anywhere. That's me being silly of course. The real solution is not one I'm going to like.
Wanna know what the appeal of Second Life is for me? They can't tell I wasn't born a woman....
