My patience has run out.
I have been out as transgender for more than a year now; during this time I have been entirely open, and painstakingly polite to everyone in explaining myself. I am a woman; any belief that I am not is based in simplistic misconceptions about gender. That is that.
Why then do half-wits expect me to piss away my precious time in fruitless attempts to justify myself to them? Particularly those who have had virtually front-row seats to the entire messy business of my transition?
There was a time when I would answer claims (for example) that I, as a transgender woman, am nothing more than “a man wanting to use the women’s washroom” in a firm, but courteous manner. I have since reached the point, however, whereat it takes active force of will to restrain myself from nailing the pest’s feet to the floor and wailing on him with a tire-iron until his entire body is naught but a fleshy bag of pulped organs, broken bones and blood.
So here’s the deal now: I will shit in which ever toilet best pleases me, and if you have a problem with this, then I invite you to go shit in the ocean.