#3) no single stall or gender neutral bathrooms

[citrusstudies]

02/20/23

finally feeling like I'm really getting back into the groove of schoolwork. too bad the library is always so stuffy haha

[lovezbrownies]

I will literally run over my dog (no I won’t I love her too much) for some more Lauren writing.

I NEED IT!!!!! 😭😭

-poopyhead🤪

Confessions after aggressions (Yan!Bully x GN!Reader.)

Hello dear poopyhead! hope you enjoy :3 this fic is almost 2.3k words! Sorry it took me a week to get this out! Blew my money on legos and I can only write when I have a drink in hand ;;

Masterlist

Synopsis: What happens when your lifetime bully who is madly in love with you catches someone trying to hit on you?

Bully Lauren McCanister x GN!Reader

WARNINGS: Bullying, verbal harassment, darling being hit on by a third party, threats, physical fight kinda!, darling's scared of Lauren, Lauren goes off, Lauren kisses darling without consent smh Lauren, fuck used a lot, degrading words against women used by Lauren, again smh Lauren, mildly cute at the end, No use of y/n

“Hey, if you don’t come to my game today I’ll make sure you regret it, and wear this. And you better fucking wear it. Either wear it once today or I’ll force it on you this entire month. Fucking weirdo.”

And that’s how you found yourself in this situation, out in the cold night, wearing your bully's jersey jacket she insists you wear, and watching that same bully carry her team to a win. It’s been going on for a while, you don’t know what the rules of football are, and you’ve never really been into many sports. Sure maybe you’ve watched a few games or liked a certain team but you never truly got into it, and you don’t think you ever will.

Lauren reserved you a seat at the very front of the school’s stadium, next to the team’s benches or whatever they call them. So whenever there’s a pause to the game Lauren can easily go up to the benches, rest, and talk with you. More like constantly begging you for praise.

“Look at that, the loser came, what did you think? Obviously, you thought I was cool, right? Well, that’s a no-brainer, you don’t know anything about football so you’d think anything I did was cool. Oh, you’re such a fucking freak! You want me so bad it makes you look stupid! You were staring at me sweating and heaving the entire time right you, weirdo?”

It’s always the same, she’s been participating in more sports lately since it’s her senior year but it was torture to attend every game of hers so she doesn’t give you hell later on. Lauren’s games never ceased to bore you, constantly watching her carry her team to a win every single damn game gets tiring fast. And if you dare look away to entertain yourself Lauren will purposefully fumble the game just so she can confront you for not paying attention to her faster. 

So when Lauren finally had the chance to take a break and take a sip from her water bottle you told her you’d be going to the bathroom, and her one response was “Don’t take too long.” Thank heavens. You couldn’t hold it anymore, and again if you left without telling her she would leave the field herself and chase after you, her team either winning by an inch or losing wholeheartedly.

Along the way, you saw many people skirt away from the stadium's seats to get food, and beverages, or to go to the bathroom. It was half-time, or whatever they call their little break, after all. You felt someone watch you as you walked to the bathrooms, but every time you looked around there wasn’t a single person looking in your direction, though your guts told you not to, you brushed it off and continued heading towards the gender-neutral bathroom the school’s stadium has. They mostly made it to save costs on individual bathrooms for specific genders.

You finished with your business in the stall, the moment you stepped out of said stall however a tall woman wearing the rival school’s merch stood right in front of you, blocking the way and effectively stopping you from moving anywhere.

You look up at the woman, she looks about your age with brown hair and eyes, nothing of note in her appearance. She looked down at you, smirking as if she were an almighty god. You raise a brow, trying to seem as uninterested as possible, to avoid giving her the wrong idea, “Can I help you?” Somehow the woman’s cocky smirk only widened as she reached a hand out to you, going out to grab your face.

“Was watchin’ ya earlier, wanted to ask if you’re singl-” Just as her hand grazed your chin you harshly slapped it away, grabbing a few people’s attention but no one wanted to anger the tall brunette. Yet the woman seemed to take your slap as an invitation, moving even closer almost pushing you back into the stall. And move back you did, trapping you with the woman in the cramped stall, with your legs pressing harshly onto the toilet seat and the woman’s arms reaching out to the stall’s walls.

She smiled so wide it resembled a horror character, her eyes filled with lust, the woman leaned down towards you, she was drunk you could tell from the overwhelming smell of her breath, “Hey! Back off! Get the fuck away from me!” You pushed and pushed as much as you could but that only enticed her, “Nah, need a cutie like you to hang off ma arm~” 

Just then the smell of alcohol and sweat disappeared and a loud crash was heard, “YOU GOT A DEATH WISH FRESHMAN?!?!” Is that Lauren? Oh, that definitely is Lauren, You peek out the stall to find the woman lying on the floor, looking up at Lauren, face full of fear, “Who the fuck are yo-” The lady couldn’t even finish her sentence as Lauren grabbed her by the hair, easily lifting the woman off the floor just by pulling at the hair of her scalp.

You couldn’t predict what had happened then, you heard Lauren threaten the woman, cussing her out in the most colorful ways with a low voice, “I’m going to fucking end your life, you fucking dickwad. You are nothing but a pile of shit compared to my baby, you don’t touch my sweetheart and think you can get away with it, fucking slut! You will pay for what you did. Keep one eye open when you’re sleeping, you dirty whore!” And much more that you missed. Lauren looked beyond angry, she looked like a feral rabid dog.

It was completely horrifying to witness the unbridled rage of Lauren McCanister. Your entire life you thought you’d been the only one to be relentlessly bullied by her, the only one who truly witnessed how insane she can get. But you were entirely incorrect, watching how tight Lauren’s grip is with the woman’s hair, how she yelled and spit on the woman, how she harshly pushed the woman against the floor, a loud crack came from the woman’s head making you cringe from how painful it sounded.

Lauren shifted her head towards you, staring at you like she was a predator in a horror movie before swiftly moving to you, taking two long strides to finally reach you, grabbing your hand she growled, “Good fucking thing you’re smart enough not to accept her shit. Else I’d make sure you never think of another woman ever again. Let’s get out of here, this place is full of morons anyway.” Lauren, with no regard to your own personal wishes, proceeded to pull you out of the bathrooms, people stared at the both of you as she led you to the underground car park.

You could barely breathe, fearful of what the monster would do to you. Will she hurt you? Are you done for? Should you quickly send a text to everyone you love? Was all that studying in vain? Are you already dead? Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a cushy seat beneath you, the sound of a car door slamming, and then the roar of a car engine. Snapping out of your daydreams you look to the side, at Lauren. She still looked furious, though calmer than before. She was still muttering under her breath, her hands gripped at the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were entirely white.

“...ng loser, fucking idiot, fucking whore… Going after what’s mine? I’ll show her… my poor baby…” McCanister wouldn’t stop muttering, and you couldn’t stop shaking, she then drove the car off, you have no clue where you’re going. Maybe she’s already dug up your grave? Today really is your last day as a living person, maybe you can haunt this asshole in the afterlife? If there is one at least. It hit you that she will make sure you'll be in pain when she does kill you, there is no quick and painless with Lauren, only slow and torturous.

Suddenly you flinch at the hand that had grabbed your thigh, damn near screaming out in fear, “The fuck are you shivering for? Did that hillbilly bitch scare you that bad? God damn, I’m going to kill her for doing all that to you, my angel…” Angel? What the hell is up with her today? First she ‘defends’ you from that woman, and now that you think of it, all she’s been calling you so far are very affectionate pet names. Sure, she’s called you these types of nicknames before but in a more degrading form, hearing it now… It felt much more intimate than before.

You stare at her from the corner of your eyes, not daring to move a single muscle, hoping she somehow forgets your existence if you don’t move. Lauren had calmed down quite a bit now, it’s been a while on the road and you still had no idea where she was taking you, the roads were unfamiliar to you and even if you wanted to you couldn’t tell which road you’d know due to the fear overcoming your body. You decided to look down for the rest of the ride to not incur her wrath anymore.

It then clicks. The game’s still not over, they’re still playing, and the team’s golden ticket was driving a car to your grave. Lauren was still wearing her uniform and all, her headgear haphazardly thrown to the back of her expensive car, she even still has her team’s colors painted on her face. You don’t know the consequences of her bailing on the game, but you know she’ll be able to get out of it one way or another. Either by bringing her mom up or by bribing the coach into forgiving her. But all in all Lauren seemed more upset about what happened in the bathroom than her bailing on her game.

“Hey. Come on, stop daydreaming and get out.” Lauren’s voice was rough after she screamed at that woman. Turning towards the driver’s seat you didn’t see her there, the hell? Where did she go? Wait was it all a drea- “Over here, moron, god you’re so stupid. Or is it because that bitch rattled you to stupidity? Don’t worry, I’ll gut her soon.” Lauren said again, but this time you could tell she was speaking from your side, you looked over to find the door to the passenger’s seat was open and Lauren stood firm, her arms crossed and her face unreadable. Lauren reached a hand out to you, “Come on.” She said.

You didn’t want to grab her hand, who knows what she’d do to you if you did, so you tried to leave the car without her help, but before you could even put one foot out the door, Lauren pushed you back down, “Take my hand.” And you did, although hesitantly. Lauren, like some gentleman, pulled you up, helping you out of her ridiculously expensive car. You heard her mutter something for what felt like the 50th time this night, “God... still shivering.. to kill that freak…” Why in god’s name do you only manage to hear her murder plots when she mutters.

You look at the house Lauren parked at, it had the normal suburban house structure but was surrounded by much richer, fancier houses. Was it Lauren’s house? Knowing Lauren you’d thought she’d have a bigger, grander, fancier house. Your thoughts and speculations didn’t have to go on for long since Lauren spoke up as if she’d heard your every thought. “This is my house, from now on you’re going to come over every weekend, got it?” You turned to her, face full of disbelief. That ridiculous sentence completely woke you up from your fear, is she kidding? As if you’d spend two days and two nights trapped in her house, with satan and its spawn.

It all felt like a joke really, none of it felt real, so you laughed like anyone in this situation would. “Y-you’re kidding, right? You hate me! I hate you! We shouldn’t even be near each other for an hour, no less two days!”And you kept laughing, damn near falling to the floor from how stupid this situation is. A slow chuckle came out of the lady in front of you, looking back up at her you wiped away the fake tears, but oh how fast your smile fell. Lauren wasn’t chuckling because she realized how ridiculous she was being, she chuckled to get your attention. She looked beyond pissed, as if she’d strangle you if she so wished.

Lauren walked closer to you and you walked back until your back unfortunately met with the car behind you. Lauren placed one hand on your hip, and the other took hold of your chin, “H-Hey I-I was j-just kiddi-” You were silenced. Lauren crashed her lips into yours before you could utter another word. Shock filled every part of your body, you were frozen still. Unable to react to this sudden change of events, one moment she was openly threatening death on one person, and the next she’s passionately kissing the person she’s been relentlessly bullying. The strangest part is you could see her blushing, her eyes squeezed shut, while yours were still wide open.

Just as you were about to pull away she beat you to it, she was looking down at you all flustered, face so red it made a mockery of tomatoes, and her face paint was smudged. “You better know what this means. You’re mine from now on, you will be mine until we both die. I-I’ve never lov… Fuck, whatever let’s get in the house a-and makeout or something…” 

The rest of the night was fuzzy, but all you know for sure is that Lauren never let you leave her side.

[bodybeyondstories]

dicks keep growing around me - 6 (Ty)

Ty's generally unbothered by the unreal dick now swinging between their knees, yet still has to navigate everyone else's issues with it. They run into a fan at the park, have some workplace mishaps at the gym, and come up with a potentially irresponsible, definitely chaotic idea when learning more about how Myron's ability works.

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maleTF // growth // dick growth // self suck // nsfw

4284 words

Note: I was inspired to write like half of this chapter by this ask a few months ago (hope you like it!), then muddled through writer's block until it all slowly came together. Feels like somewhat of a transition / build toward something, but I have no idea what lol.

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Those two really are meant for each other. 

I strolled away from the happy couple in search of a bathroom, trying to not make the heinous bulge peeking from the leg of my shorts even more obvious to the public. I was enjoying the delicate combination of summer heat transitioning from welcome embrace to oppressive weight, interspersed with rivulets of cool breeze wicking away the humidity at just the right time. A reminder that I could still get away with pretending that my exposed midriff was a fashion choice and not the result of this growth spurt cropping all of my tops for me. I was no longer in denial, but summer dragging on made it easier to hold off on having to figure out a new wardrobe.      

I had high hopes for the dick management system for that outing, opting for some cutoffs that sometimes gave the illusion that I had an ass, not that anyone was fooled. Myron had gifted me underwear from some brand that specializes in “unique proportions,” which I took to mean ridiculously huge pouches supported by a latticework of elastic. I was thankful that there was a customer base out there of what I assume is mostly pumpers and saline enthusiasts, making it possible for me to once again wear cute, quality briefs that weren't a ticking time bomb. There was no longer much hope of concealing the freak of nature extending from my groin, but the pouch managed to at least hold everything together, especially when shoved into my shorts and braced against the rolled up hem. Not that that would last long.

As the day wore on, the mixture of heat and sweat loosened things up, shifting the balance of flesh and fabric to make it near impossible to walk more than a few dozen steps without feeling those cool breezes brush against the exposed tip of my overstuffed pouch, nodding playfully out the bottom of my shorts.

Oh well, I thought. At this point it was long enough that people would likely make up any number of explanations other than the unreal monster dick weighing me down. I was less and less concerned about being too careful about the strangeness of my body.    

The bathroom was an eco-friendly partially outdoor situation, all earth tones, natural airflow, and compost toilet. Public restrooms had become an ordeal to say the least and I was grateful to see the gender neutral single stall with an inviting green semicircle above the deadbolt. I didn’t have to risk scaring the crowd as I hauled the python out of my briefs and let it hang in the air above the in-ground urinal, a pendulum swinging between my legs before being stabilized by its own weight. I locked my fingers behind my head, reveling in the moment of peeing freely, feeling the cool breeze wrap around my dick from behind, preceding the sound of the door closing and a muttered apology.

Shit, forgot to lock it, I thought, hoping whoever it was didn’t catch a glimpse of the meat swinging between my knees, clearly visible from behind. I reluctantly stuffed myself back into the pouch, relenting as it slid plainly into view below the hem of my shorts, and deciding to simply pretend not to notice it as I caught myself in the mirror.

I ducked back out the doorway, holding it open for the guy who had accidentally barged in, who instead looked up at me with an expression of deep indecision.

“Um,” they started. “Sorry if this is inappropriate, and totally feel free to ignore this, but are you MutantMenace97?”

I took a beat, caught off guard by the fact that my dick was recognized in public before my face was. “Right, my stage name,” I said with a nervous laugh. Someone clocking me from my cam sessions was rare, but not unheard of.

“Sorry if this seems rude or anything, but I just–my friends and I are huge fans. The whole growth story arc over the past several months has been so cool.”

“Ah, dope! Glad you like it.” The thing about your dick being an online presence is that your mysterious growth spurt ends up being surprisingly well documented, and after a while I could no longer deny or downplay the changes. So I leaned into it, providing updates, comparison pics, teasing captions about when or if the growth will stop. Once I started posting in the new underwear, the brand even put out feelers for a sponsorship deal. I had somehow become an influencer.

“You’re even taller than I thought you’d be,” he said, his eyes gliding up and down my figure, then resuming furtive glances at the heavy bulge distending my shorts, the tip of the pouch peeking out of the bottom. “I just…can’t believe it’s real.”

“A blessing and a curse,” I blushed. “And tricks of the light.”

“Will you be on tonight?”

“Yup,” I smiled. “Maybe I’ll see you there” I added with a wink before turning to head back to my friends. “Hit me up if you want some private content. Big discount!” He was cute. I was flattered.

As I walked back to Myron and Miguel, the massive bulge out of the bottom of my shorts was jostled further into view, bobbing along in the air with each stride. I was too tired of dealing with it to care. I accepted that these shorts may have to be retired as I accepted the dumbfounded stares of passersby, folding into a cross-legged sit with my friends, my fabric encased dick spilling out in the warm sun.

“You look like you had fun,” teased Myron.

“I met a fan,” I shrugged.

—

“You guys have been liking these briefs,” I said into my webcam, leaning back in my gamer chair, itself a gift from a generous fan. “30% off with discount code MM97, check the link in my bio.” My eyes lowered to my crotch, my hand caressing the fabric-clad mass nestled between my legs, eliciting periodic pulses of enthusiasm as my dick stirred to life. “Honestly, these are feeling kinda tight already.” I gave a mock grimace to the camera, reaching up to stretch and lifting my furry belly and overstuffed pouch more solidly in the field of view. “Might have to re-up soon, huh?”

MutantMenace97 was indeed on that evening. I wondered which of the usernames trickling into the chat room was the person I met in the park earlier. I should’ve asked, but still appreciate the mystery of it all. Maybe he does, too. They get to be no one and I get to be the main character, unencumbered by the perpetual work of worrying about, failing to control, or desperately trying to hide my dick. When it’s all out, standing proud from my groin, purple head leaving globs of precum on my lips, I’m free, unencumbered from the idea that my member was ever an encumbrance in the first place. 

I greet people as they roll in, making sure to shout out my regulars, one hand continuing to pet my prodigious bulge, then sliding under the fabric and moving along my shaft. My face scrunched in discomfort as I tried to make space in the overfilled pouch, eventually relenting and beginning to peel the underwear down, revealing inch after inch after inch of cock. The comments picked up. This was always a moment of truth for the new users who had seen my pics bouncing around the internet and didn’t believe they were real, realizing they were mistaken with awestruck reactions. 

Taking my sweet time, I slide them all the way off, curling up to give a peak at my taint before flicking them off my big feet. My dick bobbed in the air, growing longer and thicker as an erection eased into being. I settled into the lightheadedness as my body adjusted to the sudden transfer of resources to my giant prick, and made a show of moving both hands along the shaft, one covering the base and the other up near the glans, inches of space always visible between them even though my dick approached full size. It was impossible to cover the entirety of my monster cock with just one pair of hands, sizeable as mine were. They always got a kick out of that.

“Send me some love if you want me to suck it,” I smiled into the camera, nuzzling against my engorged glans. The comments, hearts, and most importantly, tips rolled in. I went to work.

The look of tension between concentration and ecstasy on my face as my lips parted to make way for my massive cockhead was always real. The now familiar but still gorgeous sensation still managed to feel new every time. The performance of it had taken some practice, but now I felt good enough to not look like I was wrestling a sequoia, working my head and neck up and down in an awkward attempt to deep throat a penis that had long ago passed that possibility.

Periodically I’d give myself a break and pull my swollen lips from my cockhead, hands continuing to meander up and down the shaft as I checked the chat box.

[So hot 🍆]

[it looks even bigger 😍]

[Nah, there hasn’t been any growth content for a couple weeks, right?]

[Yeah, i think they plateaued]

[Finally lol, it’s massive]

I tried not to dwell on this unfolding conversation in the chat, opting instead to return to self sucking and focus on the task at hand. I leaned back as my balls pulled up, preparing for the grand finale and making sure the camera angle was just right. I gave my slit one final indulgent lick, lapping up a glob of precum as my angry head glistened in front of my face. I worked the shaft in overdrive with my hands, my hips bucking in tandem as I brought myself to climax, shooting jet after jet of thick, ropey cum a few feet into the air. My head lolled back as I let myself fall into another seemingly unending orgasm, enjoying the few seconds of anticipation before my own jizz rained back down, covering my face and torso with the deluge erupting from my engorged penis.

I slowly came back down to earth, giving a blissed out, cum-covered smile to the webcam as I prepared to bid everyone adieu, catching the last scraps of commentary in the chat.

[Ughhhh what if they grew again 😩]

[could you imagine?? 🤣]

Over the weeks and months living with Myron, I had built up somewhat of a following in fantasy growth content, not that I had much choice. They clocked the extra inches I was adding before I did. So I leaned into it, doing comparison shots with rulers and lotion bottles, surreptitious bulge pics out and about, casual shots of my dick falling out of my underwear as I struck a relaxing pose in my chair. I had been roping them in with a tale of unexplainable, unwieldy growth hitting me below the belt, and they loved it.

And now, without my magical roommate, the engagement seemed to be evening out along with the growth. Not that I minded all that much, I had kind of just wanted this to be for fun in the first place. But the money from extra subs had been good, and the sponsorship deal from the underwear brand had made it possible for me to even get my own place. 

As I closed out of the cam session, I was met with my email inbox and a message from the underwear rep that I’d been trying to ignore. They were offering a not insignificant amount of money in exchange for a series of posts in which I outgrew and eventually ripped the pouch, even more if I could do it live. I hadn’t yet figured out how to explain that I’d have to turn it down because I no longer had a roommate with strange dick expanding powers. To be too much and somehow not enough.

—

I was too groggy to dwell on the situation at work the next morning. I curved my back into a full body yawn, indulging in the cracks of a few pesky joints as even more of my midriff was exposed behind a gym counter that wasn’t even high enough to hide the bulge distending my track pants. I risked taking my stretch further and pushing my waist just a few more precious inches before being interrupted by something small and plastic bouncing off my dick.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” I said to a bleary-eyed member attempting to swipe in before their flabber was unceremoniously gasted, catching the scanner reflexively while somehow keeping their eyes glued to my crotch for as long as possibly might count as a polite indulgence. They speed-walked to the locker room with far more liveliness than they had shown walking in, shaking their head in mild confusion.

“Do you mind?” quipped Dana, my coworker hanging with me behind the front counter to handle the morning rush. She set the scanner back in place with one fluid motion, shooting me a mocking death stare.

“What?” I shrugged. “Space is cramped, things happen. I’m not even wearing shorts anymore,” I added, eyebrows lifted in emphasis of the deep sacrifice I made in relenting to wearing solid black track pants so as not to create another morning spectacle.

“Yeah cuz you almost took someone’s eye out.” She shot her eyebrows right back then swung around to grab the top most crate from a stack behind the counter. “Now take this and restock the fridge, we need to clear out our inventory of these. We got ‘em cheap on surplus so keep pushing ‘em until we run out.” 

“GluteMax?” I read off the side. Didn’t they stop production on that?” I asked. “Some weird health issue?”

“Yeah, but they weren’t recalled, so we’re keeping them stocked until we sell out,” Dana said with a shrug. “They’ll probably rebrand in six months as a wellness supplement or something.”

“Hmm none of this sounds legal,” I said.

“But it does get gains. Which you could definitely benefit from.” She sucked her teeth and flicked her clipboard against my unimpressive backside.

“You leave my ass alone, it’s too early for this! And besides, I know a guy,” I said, winking at Myron as he strolled up to the front desk so Dana could pretend to swipe him in.

“I don’t know how you managed to cohabitate with this one,” she said to Myron with a shake of her head. “I can barely get through a shift.”

“Oh so he can stop traffic in some booty shorts but I can’t?” I asked, gesturing at the gym shorts painted onto Myron’s backside, already drawing the attention of the other gym goers.

“It’s different. And besides, it’s good for business.” Dana winked at Myron as if inviting him to continue on to the locker room before he also had to deal with the morning’s nonsense. “Can I interest you in a complementary supplement for your trouble?” she asked, pulling a bottle of GluteMax from the crate. “Rare formula, technically not recalled.”

“Don’t even think about it,” I snapped. “He’d become too powerful!”

“I think I’m good,” Myron laughed nervously. “And besides, I know a guy.”

“Is it the same guy?” asked Dana. “Can we hire them as a trainer? I’m not kidding.”

—

It was a slow morning, and before long I wandered away from the front desk to start making the rounds, cleaning machines, wrestling free weights back to their correct spots, cosplaying someone with a working knowledge of fitness. Dana, having gotten to work on time, got to control the playlist blasting out of the speakers that morning. I had my earbuds in in protest, just loud enough to ignore the sounds of grunting and the rhythmic clang of barbells against metal from some overzealous lifter who had settled into some sort of equilibrium with gravity, arms straining to hold the weight perfectly still in the air above their torso. 

Seems weird, but not my business, I guess, I thought. I kept it moving until their look of over-exertion turned to clear panic. 

“Um…help??” they exclaimed, finally catching my attention. The barbell had gradually lowered through the air to press down on their chest. This wasn’t some kind of tension workout but actually a losing battle against gravity.

I planted my feet on either side of the bench, not knowing what to do beyond an alert in my brain saying Get Weight Off. I was barely aware of how much I could lift in a pinch, but it definitely didn’t amount to the mass of plates on either side of the bar. The more I thought about my inability to lift, the more likely this person’s inability to breathe, and there was no one else to grab for help. It would have to be me.

With a rush of adrenaline I managed to lug the bar a few inches higher, my face contorting so suddenly that one of my earbuds wriggled its way out and fell through the air. People do this for fun? I thought in disbelief, frozen in a wide stance with only seconds before my upper half gave up. The rack, it needs to fall back onto the rack, I concluded, managing to not so much carry but guide the weight at the right downward angle back onto the rails, my arms screaming in complaint. 

I rested against the bar and took a beat to catch my breath and let the rush fade, noticing the slight tremor in my hands still white knuckle gripping the metal. Legs still straddling the lifter whose life I like to think I had just saved, I leaned over and peered upside down through my thighs to make sure they were still breathing. 

“Are you okay??” I asked, with a little too much volume in overcompensation from off balance music pumping out of the earbud that decided to stay put.

Their chest heaved up and down as they kept gulping air with less and less urgency, eventually managing to lift their head and string some words together.

“Shit. Thanks, I think I…” they trailed off as our eyes locked in recognition.

“You!” I exclaimed. “The guy from the park.” The angle was much different, but I’d know that cute face anywhere, even if it was actively recovering from a near death experience.

“Uh, yeah,” he smiled. “We gotta stop meeting like this,” his eyes flitting pointedly to the pipe running down my inner thigh, just inches from his face, still taking advantage of the adrenaline flooding my system to stretch out with excitement.

“Ah, sorry!” I blushed, whipping one leg over the bench and holding out a hand to help him up. He gladly took it.

“No, it’s cool,” he said. “You know I’m a fan.”

Butterflies. “I, uh,” I stammered through the heat filling my face, trying and failing to come up with something clever to say. “Fair enough.”

“Great show last night, by the way,” he said, his hands resting on his thighs and his eyes resting on mine. “Sorry if that’s not cool to say.”

“No, I appreciate the feedback,” I smiled, resting my hands on my hips in some semblance of confidence in the face of this adorable man, hinging my butt slightly to downplay the bulge that was showing no sign of going down.

“I’m Kai, by the way,” he offered.

“Ty,” I reciprocated. “Also known as MutantMenace97,” I added, rolling my eyes.

“Ty’s cool. And it rhymes,” he intoned, smiling to himself. “Also, I think you dropped this,” he said, holding out my earbud.

“Nice catch,” I joked, letting my fingers linger as I plucked it gingerly from his hand, my eyes catching his once again, searching for something to say.

“Well, uh, thanks again for the save. I guess I’ll see you…” he trailed off, eyes widening as he looked into the distance.

I followed his gaze to the squat rack, where the mid-morning sun was casting two planets in stark relief. Dear Myron was in the middle of a set of deadlifts, hips hinged all the way back, pants split wide open.

“I…let me go deal with that,” I sighed, reluctantly abandoning my meet-cute to deal with the latest crisis.

—

“They split on my second to last set, I thought I might as well finish,” said Myron, strolling ahead of me into the locker room, his bountiful buns swishing back and forth in the wreckage of his gym shorts. “It’s not like it’s the first time this has happened.”

“And Dana thinks I’m the one to cause a scene,” I said, rolling my eyes. “At least the underwear held up.”

Myron stripped off his tattered shorts to reveal the same brand of specialty briefs he had gifted me, cut for significantly different proportions and resembling more of a bikini brief. “Glad I tried out a pair of these for myself, they have yet to let me down.”

I snatched the briefs off the bench where Myron had left them as he rummaged through his bag for his shower supplies, the globes of his bubble butt hovering in the air, a safety hazard for any unsuspecting passers by. “These are pretty resilient,” I said, stretching them between my hands.

“Feels like they’re the only things I can rely on,” he agreed. “I’ve blown through just about every good pair of workout pants at this point. I wonder if they have any in stock…”

I tuned out of Myron’s recounting of the struggles of having too perfect and juicy of an ass, instead fixating on the underwear before me, unconsciously bringing them closer as I picked up on the magnetic musk entering my nostrils. It felt familiar in a way I couldn’t describe. I furtively breathed deep, indulging in the aura of my friend’s recently used gym fit, my heart rate quickening as the very specific scent of his sweat unfurled in my brain into the memory of that night in…

“The car…” I muttered.

“Hm?” asked Myron, turning back towards me and holding his hand out in mild annoyance for me to return his dirty underwear.

“I, uh…” I muttered, my breath becoming short as my lower abs clenched, an all too familiar pressure building in my groin. “Not again.” I rested my hand along the top of the lockers, trying to maintain balance as Myron approached with worry on his face.

“Is it, you know?” he asked, eyes gesturing pointedly to my crotch and the trouser snake making its way down towards my knee. I towered over him but he rested one hand along my ribs in support, while the other held up the towel wrapped taut around his hips. “Let’s find an empty stall.”

“No, wait,” I managed to eke out as, with a shiver up and down my spine, my dick felt like it was unfurling, eagerly taking up more space, the friction against the fabric of my pouch eliciting a spurt of precum and teasing me with an approach toward semi-hardness, the point of no return quickly approaching until it just…didn’t. “I…think I’m good,” I said. “False alarm.” 

I handed Myron’s briefs back to him, the look of concern refusing to leave his face. When he finally walked off to the showers, his round cheeks fighting for space beneath that skimpy towel, I finally breathed out, tentatively running my hand along the bulge in my pants. I could feel the increased mass, noticeably bigger than it was just a few minutes ago, but was surprised to find it totally soft. My fingers tingled with the phantom sensation of the fabric of Myron’s underwear, the aura of his sweat and musk lingering in the air. The gears turned in my head.

—

I didn’t do any cam work that night. I was tired and still a little freaked out by the incident in the locker room. Not that that wasn’t the first time that exact thing had happened. Upon further inspection of my definitely longer, definitely girthier, definitely more sensitive cock, I wasn’t looking forward to seeing it hard. Not that I could even dream of lasting past the following morning before being reintroduced to a schlong that likely extended just past my head. I didn’t even mind at this point, not really. My dick seemed to be a problem for everyone else more than it was for me. But I wanted to get used to it before revealing it to the fans.

I got some takeout, played some Kart, took it easy, ignoring the growing pressure in my crotch which before long would make itself known by force. Through the rest of my shift, it had been straining desperately against the pouch, to the point where I feared catastrophic failure before I could get home and let it hang free. It would definitely have made for some good content if it had rendered my jock strap inadequate in the middle of my day job. I fixated again on that email sitting in my inbox, thinking about the intense effect of Myron’s sweaty underwear, my own pair managing to stay intact around the beast that constantly threatened to rip through. But with the right encouragement, and an apparent catalyst…An idea coalesced in my brain. I took out my phone and pulled up the text thread with Myron.

[Me: Hey, can I borrow your underwear? The new ones]

[Me: It’s exactly what you think]

[Me: Online sex stuff, obvi 😌]

Let’s give the people what they want.

[ratsonas]

bathroom types to take a shit in ranked

1) gender neutral single stall. can shit as loud as u need to

2) out of the way gendered multi stall bathroom. no one will know

3) close as you can find gendered bathroom. sometimes u gotta shit so bad u will misgender urself for it. sorry ladies i have ibs

[lesbionia]

Have you ever been to a country/city where gender-neutral bathrooms were commonplace? If so, do you think that is preferable to sex segregated ones?

They're pretty common where I am (single stall unisex bathrooms just to be clear) and mostly they exist in addition to regular bathrooms. I have never encountered a multi stall unisex bathroom, would not feel comfortable using one, and don't support them. 

Personally, I am a fan of single stall bathrooms because they're often more private and spacious than the typical multi stall bathrooms. Recently, I did hold the position that it would probably be okay if single stall unisex bathrooms replaced multi stall bathrooms as the default. However, after reading up on spy cam incidents, I think that it is still vital for women to have their own washrooms to mitigate that sort of risk. Although I had a positive experience working in an office that had multiple single stall bathrooms instead of regular bathrooms, there were only 3 men on staff so something like that could have been easily traced back to them; This would not be the case in an office where there are hundreds of employees. 

In the case of multi stall unisex bathrooms, I might feel a little more okay about them if it were the men's bathrooms being converted to unisex spaces, but that's not how it usually goes. Generally speaking, it's the women that have to sacrifice their single-sex space, and I don't support that because it puts us in direct danger of male violence when we are in a vulnerable state. 

TLDR; I support single stall unisex bathrooms as an ADDITION to regular bathrooms, but I do not think they should entirely replace single-sex bathrooms because of potential risks to women's safety. 

[aftonfamilyvalues]

men will see you just cleaned 1 of 3 single stall gender neutral bathrooms and be like im going to piss all over the seat in the one you just cleaned

[bisluthq]

At my workplace, on each floor there is one gender neutral bathroom with 3 stalls, and one private bathroom for women with a single stall. That seems like the best way to balance gender equality with the need for privacy. It's a really simple solution.

that’s actually a really cool solution yea.

[learningtogirl]

The universe is really fucking with my attempts to start using the women's restroom (and also to surreptitiously figure out if I'm at the point where I ought to or if it's going to cause problems).

Attempt 1, local tea shop that has great vibes: gender neutral

Work: the water dispenser is near the single stall ones and I'm always filling water at the same time so habit has not let me try yet

Attempt 2, local brewery that advertises acceptance pretty heavily: gender neutral restrooms again

Attempt 3: pizza place: actually had a women's room to convince myself to use! And I worked up the nerve for it! And then immediately upon opening the door noticed it was a single person one and my nervousness was replaced with rage because I really hate pointless gendering of bathrooms

[newsakd]

[ad_1] A transgender former student sued a Missouri school district for forcing her to use the boys' bathrooms or the single-stall gender-neutral bathroom.The ACLU of Missouri sued Platte County R-3 School District on behalf of the former student, a 16-year-old transgender female identified in the lawsuit only as R.F.The lawsuit, filed in the Circuit Court of Platte County on Monday, argued that the school district violated her rights by requiring her to use the bathroom that aligned with her sex assigned at birth or the school's single-stall gender-neutral bathroom.It comes at a time when transgender rights have become a culture war battleground in the United States, with a record number of anti-LGBTQ+ bills introduced in state legislatures this year.According to the lawsuit, R.F. identified as female at a very young age and has been diagnosed with gender dysphoria. She began her medical transition to female in early 2019 and had identified as a transgender female before she began her freshman year at Platte County High School in September 2021. A file photo shows a pro-LGBTQ+ demonstrator holding a sign on June 20, 2023 in Glendale, California. David McNew/Getty Images At the beginning of the year, she was informed by the school's assistant principal that students use either the restroom of their sex assigned at birth or the gender-neutral restroom, the lawsuit said. The gender-neutral restroom was not near R.F.'s classes and it frequently had a long line because it was used by all students, the lawsuit added.When she used one of several girls' restrooms at school, the school responded with escalating punishments, according to the lawsuit.These ranged from verbal warnings to an out-of-school suspension. She also received detention on two occasions for using the girls' restroom, the lawsuit said. R.F. said a male classmate harassed her and threatened her with rape when she used the boys' bathroom after returning to school following a week-long suspension.The ban on using the girls' restroom and the harassment caused R.F. to experience anxiety and depression, the lawsuit continued.She missed three weeks of school and then completed the rest of her freshman year virtually. She returned to school in person at the beginning of the 2022-2023 school year, when the requirement that students use restrooms that align with their sex assigned at birth was still in place. R.F.'s family moved out of the school district in January of this year.The lawsuit is asking the court to find the school district's practices and policies unconstitutional and award compensatory and punitive damages, as well as fees."Forcing transgender students to use the bathroom or locker room that matches their sex designated at birth is not only discrimination but dangerous and causes serious harm to Missouri's youth," said Gillian Wilcox, the ACLU of Missouri's deputy director of litigation, in a statement."Both through the constitution and by statute the government, a school in this case, is prohibited from discriminating against the people it is supposed to protect on the basis of either their sex or disability."Superintendent Jay Harris said in a statement to Newsweek that the district is "in the early stages of evaluating the legal claims."Harris added: "The District's focus is, and has always been, providing a safe and caring environment for all students. We plan to provide additional information as we learn more."The ACLU of Missouri has been contacted for further comment via email. [ad_2] Source link

[autistic-ace-bee]

gender neutral toilets my beloved <3

[gobbluthbutagirl]

the bathrooms at my job are only open to customers between the hours of 8am and 11am and only on weekdays with literally ZERO exceptions otherwise. which is something i have extremely mixed feelings about overall but the unfortunate reality of the situation is that if things can happen on this earth they WILL happen in that bathroom. last time i worked a weekday opening shift i let some poor bastard in at like 10:30 and when i opened the door for him i saw that not only was there trash all over the floor including packaging from a razor purchased/stolen from a store down the street but also that somebody had used the aforementioned razor at our sink to shave and there was hair everywhere

[blessedarethebinarybreakers]

Hi! It's been a while! I have another little update on my church and its affirming quest! I'm now a member both of our council (I'm the youngest by far and the only openly queer member afaik) and our RIC committee. At our past couple of meetings we officially confirmed a decision to turn one of our bathrooms into a gender neutral bathroom! I've been so nervous about it, but I'm super glad that the rest of council didn't feel the need to combat or vote about our committee decision. They just asked if the signage would match the rest of the building 😂 It's a multi stall bathroom too which makes more of a statement imo than just having a single stall bathroom be The GNC Bathroom (though we have a single stall family bathroom too)! It's the kind of thing that really makes me proud of the place that I worship!

Ahhh thank you for the update! That's very exciting news. I'm always delighted to hear about advancements in affirmation in churches <3

[chasinggumdrops]

It’s so frustrating to me how non-uniform LGBTQ acceptance is.

My university champions acceptance for trans kids but won’t let you change your name in its systems without you getting it legally changed first. Last year there were a total of 3 gender-neutral bathroom locations that weren’t on the 5th floor of Buttfuck Nowhere Hall, and none of them were in the dining halls. The fourth one was my single-stall dorm suite bathroom. I’m lucky I have these few resources at all.

I have queer friends who love and accept me, but it’s extremely hard to make solid friendships outside of queer circles. The cishets look at me different. I don’t think they think I notice, but I do. Stop looking at me like a specimen on a Petri dish! I can’t help but feel so, so alone sometimes.

In some places, I can go on a pride March without fear of my own safety. I can meet others who are like me, and it feels like there is hope for us. But then I hear about places like Idaho, and that hope crumbles. Around the world, LGBTQ people are targeted and killed and otherwise discriminated against. It just reminds me of how much danger we are still in, even if I pretend not to look at it.

Love wins… eventually. I hope we’ll find safety in the meantime.

[iwannaban0nym0us]

So, I’m back! The trip was really fun and we did a lot of cool outdoors activities (including a snowball fight which was so fun) but y’all get to hear the queer and emotional parts of the story

So, to start off, my grayfriend was supposed to go on this trip with me but got covid a couple days before and therefore couldn’t come. My grayfriend collects snow globes and was planning on buying (at least) one on the trip. I’m really happy because i was able to find one (that’s a frog (which must be gay) none the less) that I bought for them and will give to them in person as a gift next time I see them

Switching gears now; I’m really happy that I was passing most of the trip. I think almost every single one of the strangers and guides and such read me as a guy which was really awesome since I’m transmasc. Oh and also my ticket had my chosen name on it even though my name hasn’t been legally changed yet!!!

Ok, next part of the story—bathrooms, every trans (and particularly nonbinary) person’s worst nightmare when traveling. Before I get into what happened on the trip for context I came out at the very beginning of the school year and am pretty openly trans. I’m transmasc and I present really masculine, despite the fact that I’m not a binary guy. This makes figuring out which bathroom to use really hard. At school it’s much easier since there’s gender neutral bathrooms (however out of the way they may be) while only like 3 places on the trip had that option.

I’m pretty sure that once we got on the bus for the first time every time I used the bathroom I ended up using either a gender neutral bathroom or the men’s room which is still kinda insane for me to believe. What I discovered during the trip is that girls I know even a little bit don’t question me if I go in the women’s room, while guys I know only a little bit give me weird looks in the men’s room but guys I know decently well are chill if I use the men’s room. Whereas when it comes to strangers I didn’t get a single weird look in the men’s room the whole trip while the like 2 times I used the women’s room at the airport I had 2 different people walk in see me and then turn around and look to see if they were in the right restroom. Which I guess means I’m passing but also really sucks because that gesture feels like them saying that I don’t belong there, and if I don’t belong there where do I belong? 

Given all of that information you’d probably think it’s an easy decision and I should just use the men’s room, right? Wrong. I don’t have a stp nor do I really want one which means that I can’t use a urinal. The problem with the men’s room is that it’s a toss up if there will be enough stalls for there to be one open for me to use. While in the women’s room I know there’s only stalls and if all the stalls are busy it’s normal to wait in line for them.

I did end up choosing the men’s room most of the time, partly because I went to the bathroom with guy friends and at least at the beginning of the trip I was not confident enough to go into any bathroom alone, and partly because I don’t know if I could of have taken any more of those questioning looks from random women. Surprisingly I think I only ran into the problem of all of the stalls being full like twice and one of those times was at the airport on the first day where I just ended up using the women’s room so idk if that one really counts.

Also it drove me crazy that our bus driver would constantly say things like ‘ladies and gentlemen’, ‘boys and girls’, ‘men and women’ and so on since he basically implied that I don’t exist.

Alright, last point, I think. So my crush who’s a cis guy on the boy’s soccer team and the programing sub-team on the robotics team went on the same trip as me. Before the trip I knew him maybe a bit better than someone who I’m not friends with but like have classes with. The first day or so I was way too nervous to do much more than say hi to him even though he was sitting across the aisle from me on the bus. I told my grayfriend about this and vae tried to hype me up and give me a little bit of their confidence but it didn’t work that day. 

Since none of my crushes friends were on the trip he ended up rooming with one of my friends and like through that I slowly started to talk to and hang out with him more. By the end of the trip I think I may be at the point where I could consider him a friend, or at least pretty close to one. Conversations with him don’t feel one sided at all anymore and he’s started initiating conversations with me instead of purely the other way around. Also like we were in the same group for most of the activities on the last like 2 days, including him sitting behind me when we went rafting and doing a trail run together (along with a few other friends).

Also because he spent a lot of time with my guy friends I also spent a bunch of time with (like purely) my guy friends which was super euphoric.

Overall I feel like the trip was a pretty big success for me as a transmasc mspec gay.

[musicalhell]

Forgive me if this is a tough social issue question, but I was wondering something: How do you feel about gender neutral bathrooms & people demanding more of them? I ask because you seem to have firm opinions on various social matters, but this is one where I can't decide, as both sides seem to have good points. On the one hand, I'm all for gender equality & safe places for transgender folks. But on the other hand, I don't think you'd want a creepy guy watching you pee, would you?

I have no problem with gender-neutral bathrooms for several reasons:

1.) Any single-seat toilet is/can be a gender neutral bathroom by default.

2.) With very rare exceptions, public facilities with multiple toilets have stalls with doors, which tends to deter any creepy guys (or girls) watching me pee.

3.) I think the number of “creeps who want to get into the ladies room” is minimal compared to “transgender people who need to be comfortable in whatever space fits their gender identity.”

[werevulvi]

I wanted to write a bit about sex segregated spaces, in regards to people who pass as the opposite sex. This is not actually about trans people, as much as it is about the safety, integrity and general rights of male-passing biological women. I am not the only gender non-conforming woman who gets tossed out of female only spaces, based on the false presumption that we’re men. I do not care about validating trans women, or even trans men, for that matter. I care about real life practicality, risks and safety for ALL women, not just those who look conveniently clearly female, which starts with accepting that some women, whether they've medically transitioned or not, pass as male. And none of them should have to feminise themselves to access female only spaces. Whether that be to ensure safety from males, or to just take a leak.

The fact that I choose to keep my beard has almost nothing to do with that I'm male-passing. It may be my strongest "male" feature, but it's hardly the only one. I still pass as male with a clean shaven face, which makes shaving my beloved beard rather pointless, in my opinion. I would realistically need to go through more than just facial hair removal to pass as my own sex again. I'd probably even need facial feminisation surgery, hair transplant, voice feminisation and full body hair removal, at the very least, to even get close to passing as female again. But even then, I'd probably STILL be read as a trans woman, i.e. male. And even IF I did all that... WHY should I have to mutilate myself (a second time) by buying into harmful patriarchal beauty standards, which would worsen my dysphoria and reduce my comfort in my own skin significantly, to be allowed the safety of male-free spaces?

Does that sound feminist to you? Because to me, it's incredibly misogynistic, and strongly counterproductive. To uphold patriarchal gender roles for the safety of women... is the most insanely anti-feminist double standard I can possibly ever think of.

To lay out my argument on this topic, I'm going to use my own experiences as examples a lot. Mostly because I cannot with any conscience speak for anyone else than myself, at least not in such detail and with such harsh judgement. But I'm sure a lot of my experiences are applicable to other masculine women as well.

First off, I still consider myself gender critical, but my allegiance to radical feminism has been waning lately. This is mostly due to that although I agree with the base premise of radfem, I tend to disagree with the proposed solutions to almost all of the issues, because to me they come across as unfounded beliefs (yes, BELIEFS) that "it would just work" without much of any evidence to back up such a claim.

And when it comes to trans people, I've noticed a lot of... shall we say, willful ignorance, going on among many radfems, which does affect opinions on gender abolishion as well as sex segregated spaces to appear rather... intellectually dishonest, to be frank. Although this is not intended as a call out by any means, I merely want for people of all sides of the radfem/gender critical/pro-trans fence to stay critical and keep questioning everything, even one's own beloved ideology. Which I don't see a lot of. Instead I see almost religious defending of radfem as the ultimate/perfect ideology... oh, guess where I've seen that before? I've come to believe that "hivemindedness" is probably part of every possible ideology out there. Even radfem.

So, anyway.

One thing I come across time and time again is the belief (yes, I dare say "belief") that people never pass as the opposite sex, although it's mostly directed at trans people, this very much applies to people who are just gnc as well. Let's not forget that. And this belief seem to often lead to that transitioned/gnc people can just use the space intended for their biological sex, no problem. However, this is not the case. There is a problem. Very many trans people, and some gnc people, pass well enough to at least blend in enough to not raise much of an eyebrow among the opposite sex, and to most definitely stand out as an outsider among people of the same sex. OR they pass barely enough as either sex, and thus stand out as an outsider among both the same sex and the opposite sex, which can cause similar problems with single sex spaces.

There's also the thing that it generally is easier to pass as the opposite sex among complete strangers, compared to people who know you/your background. They tend to read you differently, depending on that.

At least in my experience, complete strangers assume I'm male and don't even as much as raise an eyebrow about how male I come across as. They accept their false assumption at face value. And why wouldn't they? 99,97% of people who "look like me" are biologically men. Then people who know I'm transitioned, but didn't know me pre-transition, tend to see me as a female who looks very convincingly male, whether that makes me a masculine woman, trans man, or any other (female) label in their eyes. They claim to be able to "see" my female nature, yet they somehow had no idea before I told them about my true sex. Then people who know about my history and saw it happen from the time before my transition (now only really my family) never quite succeeded to see me as anything other than a gnc woman. To quote my dad: "You look like a woman who's trying to look like a man." Although I'm sure my mom and sister don't have quite as harsh views about me, lol. They still seem to see me the way they always have, regardless of what name or pronouns they use for me.

This matters, because although people who know I'm transitioned and may even have witnessed my transition from the beginning, struggle to see me as a man (which I respect entirely and I'm VERY careful to not push wanting to be seen/read as anything in particular, but also, people do not want to be rude, especially irl) that does not go for people who have never even seen me before the moment I walk into... say, a public bathroom. To them I cannot possibly be anything other than a man, and it's almost impossible to change their view of me as male once their brains have registered me as such. I need to conjure up pretty fucking compelling evidence to shatter that view they have of me.

This is important, because it means I cannot feasibly use female only spaces, unless someone else (who is also female) vouches for me and explains my situation for me. This is, most likely due to people being more likely to believe an unlikely explanation when it's told by someone else, because maybe I could be lying; and only someone of the same sex as me can accompany/escort me into female only spaces, obviously. But even then, there's a ton of tension around my presentation. An air of distrust, basically. The question that hangs in the air: "Is that a trans woman?" even after they've been given a thorough explanation of my situation. It's uncomfortable for everyone involved. Imagine how it goes then if I'd just show up unannounced, and without someone to vouch for me. I just get booted on sight.

Yes, I can whine about this all day, but that is NOT my point.

My point is that I'm either directly, or implicitly, unwelcome in female only spaces, despite being biologically female, because of my transitioned appearance... despite I'm not even on testosterone anymore since 2 years ago. Sure, most gnc women (whether transitioned or not) don't seem to have turned out quite as passable as me, but clearly, it happens. So let's stop pretending that it doesn't.

So with that in mind, I don't always have access to a gender neutral space. Like for example when I travel with the ferry that goes between my island and the mainland of my country, there is only men's bathrooms and women's bathrooms. No third option. That's a 3 hour boat ride, and with my coffee drinking habit, I will need to pee at some point or another while aboard that ship, alright. And no, peeing in the ocean is not an option, as squatting over the railing would be incredibly dangerous, and most likely not even remotely allowed. Granted, I don't take the ferry often, it's just the most clear example I can think of. Because it's my only means of transportation to/from the mainland, except from flying, which is incredibly expensive, less reliable and obviously an environmental hazard. So when I do have to use that ferry, I'm kinda stuck with my choices.

So then, am I better off going with the men's or women's bathroom? I am much more likely to be left alone to do my business in the men's, so even though that is not the space I want to be in, nor do I think it's "right" for me to be there, sometimes it's even a bit scary, other times even impractical if there's only urinals and no stall, and it's absolutely not validating at all - it's the only bathroom that I can realistically use, without too much trouble. And I don't want trouble. But I also hate having to put my own safety on the backburner for the perceived safety of other women, who are not actually at any higher safety risk when left alone with me.

So, onto the more general, political aspects of this issue:

Women in male only spaces may be less of an issue in regards to safety, at least for the majority of people (men) in that space, especially if the woman in question passes as male. No one gives a fuck, generally. But problem is then that she is at far greater risk than the majority of people (women) would be with a single male, in a female only space. As I think a group of women against one male is generally less risk towards the women, when compared to a group of men against a single female, which can be extremely dangerous for her. Although I've so far never been faced with any sort of violence in a male only space, let's not pretend that my presense in a male only space is somehow LESS dangerous for me, than how dangerous the presense of ONE male in a space with a whole group of women, would be for those women. Statistically and realistically, I'm at a far greater risk than they are, and no, I do not have any more choice in the matter than they do.

Thus, this kinda skewed idea of safety and choice, becomes a question of ethics, I think.

Furthermore, I'm a person of principles, and it wouldn't sit right with me that if males should never under any circumstances be allowed in female spaces, but females could be allowed in male spaces. I refuse to be a hypocrit on purpose! No, if males should never under any circumstances be allowed in female spaces, then females should also never under any circumstances be allowed in male spaces. OR, if females CAN under some special circumstances be allowed into male spaces, then males should be allowed the same in female spaces. Both of these solutions pose serious problems, which I keep seeing being brushed under the carpet a lot, and that annoys me.

But if we go with the first idea, of barring people from using opposite sex spaces altogether, then where the fuck do I pee? Should I utilise my "right" to use female spaces, despite making everyone uncomfortable and feeling threatened by my presense, as well as risking being kicked out and forced to use the equivalent male spaces anyway, which is exactly what that idea is meant to prevent - or should I completely avoid being in places which I know does not have a gender neutral bathroom, such as the ferry? Would that not be discrimination? Which is the most reasonable option here, what is the most practical, what's wrong and what's right? Do I even have a RIGHT to use female bathrooms, and if so, how do I prove it, considering my ID still says I'm male?

Trans men aren't gonna be nearly as willing to use female only spaces, and trans women definitely not eager to use male only spaces. But aside from that validation factor, I have the exact same struggle as trans people do on this particular point. Quite often they do toss and turn at which bloody bathroom to pick, not just out of validation, but because they genuinely struggle to figure out which one is the best option for them practically. Especially if they don't quite pass as either sex, and most and foremost just wanna do their business without unneccesary drama.

Also, to clarify: barring trans people from opposite sex spaces is NOT discrimination, as they never belonged there to begin with - but leaving them with no other option than to pee themselves, is. Which means that I think it's fucked up to barr them from those spaces BEFORE having solved the problem of "if they can't go there, then where?"

Perhaps I'm the only one around here who cares about males' integrity, safety and human rights. But even if so, I should not be the only one to care about gnc females' integrity, safety and rights. Male-passing females, whether transitioned or not, whether bearded or not, are still female, and if we don't want them in female only spaces, and not in male only spaces either; why? Because they "chose" to medically transition and/or dress in men's clothing?

Yeah, well, in most cases of transitioned females, they transitioned because of dysphoria, which no one chooses to have. It's a medical condition. Barring people from spaces they'd otherwise be welcomed into, due to the visual outcome of the treatment of their medical condition... is ableism. Barring a woman from a female only space she belongs in, solely because her unusual physical appearance freaks you out... is ableism. Also, simply being gnc and being viscerally uncomfortable with presenting femininely is also not a choice. And even if it was... shouldn't it be? That's why I cannot roll with that sorta solution. I dunno if it counts as a form of discrimination by definition, but it just smells a lot like it from where I sit. That it's no more right to toss me out of, or give me trouble, in a women's bathroom, than a masculine women who also passes as male but who has not medically transitioned.

That said, however, women's safety DOES matter a lot to me. Hence my reluctance to join their spaces, despite being a woman myself. I guess, what I'd want is complete sex segregation to work in my favour, but I can't promote a rule that would discriminate against me. I'm sorry, I just can't. I desire FUNCTIONAL sex segregated spaces, but realistically they cannot function. Truth is that the only womens spaces I've been allowed into since I began passing as male, are "trans inclusionary" ones that openly allow in trans women, ironically. I care about the safety of other women, and their right to have their own spaces... but not at the expense of my own rights, as a fellow woman. To say otherwise would be a crime against myself. I really wish this could be solved in some way that would work in practice, but honestly I don't think it can anytime soon. Not without some seriously tried and proven, practical and humane methods to check what sex people entering single sex spaces actually are.

That is the reality that people have to face. And personally I'd rather focus on women's rights than trans rights, but as a woman who's medically transitioning, I'd shoot my own foot no matter which one I'd choose. That's quite a dilemma.

So where my opinion stands on this right now, is basically this: I think female only spaces should only be for biological women, but I'm reluctantly okay-ish with males who pass as female utilising female only spaces, and vice versa for females in male only spaces. However, this does not feel ideal at all. It's a compromise. Ideally, I want such spaces to be entirely sex segregated, and for even people who pass as the opposite sex (like myself) to be allowed into spaces of their biological sex. My appeal here is both realistic practicality with the reality that some people really do pass as the opposite sex, as well as the safety, rights and integrity of male-passing women.