Praying to any higher power that may exist that the trans people I stare down in public get my telepathic message of “Hey! Hi! You’re like me! Hi! Omg another cool trans person you’re so cool! Please speak to me, your fellow transgender!”
Praying even harder that should the telepathy be interrupted, the vibe does not come across as “I am a meanie transphobe and I will stare at you until you get out of my god-fearing midwestern grocery store.”














