And don't talk to me. I'd rather be surrounded by twelve "women" (i.e. trans men) in the men's room (or even just women) than one cis guy who insists on having a conversation with me.
I'm not there to make friends.
Never understood this. Standing at a urinal and someone walks up and starts talking to me, like no dude shut up
I've had people doing it when I'm in the stall next to them. Leave me alone with my thoughts while I'm shitting, please.
But where else am I going to get the winning lotto numbers?
Have you considered your local tarot card reader?
How do you know they're not in the toilet stall next to yours?
And don't talk to me. I'd rather be surrounded by twelve "women" (i.e. trans men) in the men's room (or even just women) than one cis guy who insists on having a conversation with me.
I'm not there to make friends.
Never understood this. Standing at a urinal and someone walks up and starts talking to me, like no dude shut up
I've had people doing it when I'm in the stall next to them. Leave me alone with my thoughts while I'm shitting, please.
But where else am I going to get the winning lotto numbers?
Have you considered your local tarot card reader?
How do you know they're not in the toilet stall next to yours?