This morning, I camped out at Panera’s.
I was focused on writing a new story but my ears perked up when an older woman a few tables away started talking about President Obama’s mandate that all schools allow transgender students to use bathrooms of their choice.
My new favorite notebook. Oh to be as dashing as this zebra.
It was the word “transgender” that caught my attention and caused me to reach for my rainbow zebra notebook.
She said the word like this — TRANS gender? — as if she were angry and it weren’t a real thing. Like fat-free butter or a lesbian who has never attended a potluck. I avoided looking at her, but I imagined her shrugging her shoulders and making a sour milk face.
“All it does is cause more strife,” she said.
I wanted to tell her about the strife I feel as a…
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