An Incident of the Public Restroom.

Thursday last I was out with Rew and with the Man I Want To Have Sex With At Some Point (discussing that same possibility like the good ethical sluts we are). We were at Sacred Grounds and then we went to IHOP for late dinner (at around 2 a.m., so quite late). After a LOT of talking, for Rew remains to be comfortable with polyamory, at least when he is indirectly involved rather than directly, I excused myself to the men's room. I'm not sure why I had the courage since I was most definitely not passing (although not exactly passing as female either). My excuse was that I was tired, and I had the idea that assuming that using the men's room in an IHOP in Tampa late at night would be more dangerous than at any other place would be an assumption rife with problematic class and race issues.

So I went to the men's room and peed in the stall, and as I was finishing I heard someone come in and use the urinal. I had the idea that I would wait until he left, but he didn't seem inclined to leave quickly and so I waited until he was washing up and thought I would try to hurry out before I was noticed.

No such luck. The guy spun around and bellowed "What are you doing here?" A curious calm descended over me, and I turned to face him accepting that we were probably going to have a confrontation and there was a good chance I was going to hurt someone and get hurt tonight.

"Kerrick? What are you doing in Tampa?"

It was a guy I know slightly from Changeling Game in Sarasota.

By the time we exchanged a few words and a hug (Me: "I don't usually hug other guys in the men's room." Him: "Well, good.") and I got back to my seat, I was shaking with reaction and Rew cuddled and comforted me quite kindly. It's funny in retrospect but it's also made me more careful.

Yesterday: I had a day of serious ups and downs with regards to my body. During my morning shower I found myself actually playing with my breasts and enjoying them, in a sort of "hey these are neat" kind of way. I hadn't paid them any attention in some time, and this was the first time in awhile that I had engaged with them at all except to bind. By evening, though, I was having the most severe body dysphoria I'd had in a long time, not wanting to see or feel or deal with my body at all. (Bearing in mind I get social dysphoria much more than body dysphoria.)

Not sure what's up with that. Also, hot flashes, and it's almost time for me to do my third shot.