Went with mom to her hometown to stop by the cemetery and historical society and had to experience Small Town Restaurant Bathroom Queer Experience featuring tummy troubles and getting referred to as “that freak in the shitter” because I am visibly trans and there was exactly One way to use that restroom that involved leaving my rollator outside the stall and literally crawling/scooching to get to and from the toilet because my rollator didn’t fit in the stall. Also got called a couple slurs while trying to enjoy a nice kebab.



















