Seriously considering becoming a Terf activist at this point.
First, a man seeing my big 'ol tiddies in my dressing room at work - and yes, I HAVE to get dressed in this room. I won't say where I work but it's a *5 star place* where employees are required to change when they come in and change out and drop off their uniforms when they leave. EVERY DAY. I don't even care if this constitutes "TMI" anymore. Fuck off if you think so at this moment in time lol.
And THEN, I come home after these exhausting days to find that another fucking man (who thinks he's one of us, apart from makeup and hair and grooming techniques, as if that is all we are. For the record, I spend 10 minutes getting ready in the morning. I know from experience that "trans women" take hours or more to be "us") is taking my ability to rant about this bullshit away. And THEN I find out he give drugs to minors and grooms them into troondom.
And I'm not supposed to be mad about this?