SmokeAndMirrors
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So I went to Pride yesterday, and I'd like to report my findings.
The bathrooms at Trafalgar Square, where the main stage and gathering was, are side-by-side, and they have the little boy and girl signs we all know, but for the purposes of Pride, they basically just threw it out the window and declared them both to be gender neutral.
So I went to the bathroom. The first time I just reflexively got in the "girl" side of the line. But next time, I got in the boys because it was moving faster.
In that line was me, several other ladies who were much more femme than I am, many men, some queer people of indeterminate gender, you get the picture.
Urinals to the left, stalls to the right, sinks in the middle. Yup, I could see the boys and and anyone else with a penis peeing. Well, their backs anyway.
Guess what?
Absolutely nothing happened and absolutely no one cared. All day.
All day, nothing happened and no one cared. No one attacked the ladies in the stalls (or at the urinals). There weren't many kids in attendance, but the one I saw in line seemed perfectly happy, and was also amazingly un-molested. People were not butt ****ing each other at the urinals. Sodom and Gomorrah did not descent upon London.
Girls and boys chatted casually in line, with friends and strangers alike. People who ****ed gender so brutally that I have no clue what sex they were laughing with people who were so flamboyantly gendered that their tail feathers barely fit through the door.
The only thing that happened to me is that someone told me they liked my rainbow cat ears.
And nothing happened and no one cared.
Just thought I'd update the chicken littles that, somehow, as if by magic, the apocalypse does not occur when bathrooms are not gendered. We all survived. That one drunk chick probably has a headache today, but that is the closest thing to a casualty that we witnessed.
I know, right? Amazing.
Can someone remind me why this is supposedly such a problem?
The bathrooms at Trafalgar Square, where the main stage and gathering was, are side-by-side, and they have the little boy and girl signs we all know, but for the purposes of Pride, they basically just threw it out the window and declared them both to be gender neutral.
So I went to the bathroom. The first time I just reflexively got in the "girl" side of the line. But next time, I got in the boys because it was moving faster.
In that line was me, several other ladies who were much more femme than I am, many men, some queer people of indeterminate gender, you get the picture.
Urinals to the left, stalls to the right, sinks in the middle. Yup, I could see the boys and and anyone else with a penis peeing. Well, their backs anyway.
Guess what?
Absolutely nothing happened and absolutely no one cared. All day.
All day, nothing happened and no one cared. No one attacked the ladies in the stalls (or at the urinals). There weren't many kids in attendance, but the one I saw in line seemed perfectly happy, and was also amazingly un-molested. People were not butt ****ing each other at the urinals. Sodom and Gomorrah did not descent upon London.
Girls and boys chatted casually in line, with friends and strangers alike. People who ****ed gender so brutally that I have no clue what sex they were laughing with people who were so flamboyantly gendered that their tail feathers barely fit through the door.
The only thing that happened to me is that someone told me they liked my rainbow cat ears.
And nothing happened and no one cared.
Just thought I'd update the chicken littles that, somehow, as if by magic, the apocalypse does not occur when bathrooms are not gendered. We all survived. That one drunk chick probably has a headache today, but that is the closest thing to a casualty that we witnessed.
I know, right? Amazing.
Can someone remind me why this is supposedly such a problem?