I really, really want to go swimming. I haven’t been since August, and it is one of my few great pleasures.
However: I simply don’t see how I can do so. I mean: how would I change my clothes? Using the women’s change-room would be a nightmare for me, even if I were to duck into a bathroom stall and do my changing there. The fact of the matter is I don’t look like a cis woman; I have been harassed even for using public washrooms* in the past, and change-rooms seem that they’re right out. And I can’t use the men’s change-room because (1) it would be ungendering, and (2) even if I were to pretend to be a cis-man, that pretense would fail the moment I got shirtless.
But a life without swimming is not one that I care to live, so there must be some way around this. I can’t think of anything though and that thought is supremely depressing to me.
*Of course, there are some people in this world who would probably applaud the fact that I was bullied to tears three weeks ago. To them, I can only say: “Go fuck yourself.”