Action Squirrel!!!!
Welcome back for another walk with me in Denver. On this cold day, I dropped off more National Geographics in another Little Free Library (shock!), and went to the post office (double shock!).
This LFL had cool artwork on it:
As I was leaving my apartment, there was this dude screaming something about "Well fuck him he's useless anyway," so I thought he was on a cell phone. He then changed directions so that he was going my way when he had been going the opposite, and when I stopped at the crosswalk, he stopped, looked me dead in the eye, jut his chin at me, and yelled (without cellphone in hand), "And fuck this guy he doesn't care about life in general!!" ...and then he kept walking down the street, muttering about Fuck People.
At first I thought, wow, dude is having a bad trip or something. Then I thought, he didn't misgender me!! That's super rare. Usually I only get an "excuse me, sir" from behind and a "yes, ma'am" when they see my face. Which is funny, because really, my brother and I could be twins, except he's bigger, balding, and bearded. I need a beard, I think. I'm my mom's height (short) and my dad's size (thin).
Survivor flowers
And now you have an idea what it's like to be misgendered all the damn time: you appreciate the crazy ranting guy on the street because he read you correctly. Thanks, crazy ranting guy. And thanks for walking with me in Denver!
