I had a bit of a grumpy moment this morning, when a new guard at the park clocked me as a tourist because of a) my skin, and b) the fact that I was taking photos (tourist shit). He came over to offer "friendly" advice against making myself a target for thieves, which tweaked the immigrant "I'm always going to be seen as an outsider" crankiness in me for a hot second.
But, this is why I'm super careful about taking in English in public! Lesson learned, and life goes on.
Earlier this year I let all the street harassment shake me from my health routines, because it is often super hard to be a feminized person *existing* in a world with tons of lonely people who can't think of any other way to build community for themselves, except by interacting with feminized persons as sex objects. (And the fact that I am very white makes me exotic, too.)
This is why I often feel like a grumpy old man inside, and channel ol' porch-sitting, scowling Clint Eastwood for strength.
🤣 You're turning my suffering into a story prompt, and I LOVE it.
@MLClark “get off my planet”🤣Gran Apollo