Travelling again

The toilet on this coach is so fucking cramped, had to practically climb into the booth and couldn't stand upright while I was in there, wasn't enough space to turn around either. Terrible pissing experience, but the good news is at the end of this journey I can see my boyfriend.

Reason I tolerate this stuff is the tacit bathroom ban on transgender people in this country. Now, obviously, I don't follow any laws because that's neek shit. I do what my mama taught me, which just happens to (mostly) align with the law, so some bullshit "guidance" hasn't affected my behaviour much, the main time it has is while travelling.

See, travel is the place people from all walks of life converge, and it only takes one karen to blow my life up for a few months. So I piss on the coaches, where there's a single toilet cubicle that's unisex.

Anyway, that's some insight into how life's going on the frontline of the lamest war of all time. If you want to support a not-particularly-vulnerable minority, please consider buying one of my books.

Peace out Cyberians