This is more than a bit clickbaity, but the punchline is rather sweet.`
After stewing about this for my entire six-hour flight, I finally made it to San Francisco. When I exited the subway at Union Square, I walked past a seriously tattooed, jacked-up dude who immediately began ranting at me with his bullhorn.
âHow dare you blaspheme the Lord with your appearance!â he screamed while his two buddies/bodyguards and a handful of passersby stopped to laugh (although not at him).
âYou were not meant to remove parts of you your body that the Lord designed just for you, so you could go forth and procreate!â
I started to argue that he was thinking of the wrong body part I planned on losing in San Francisco, but that was a trans rookie mistake. Never engage.
He launched into the classic, âonly mentally ill people donât know the difference between men and womenâ tirade as I slipped away. However, that was when a woman asked me for change. I politely declined and kept moving, only to be serenaded by her piercing, âYou fuckinâ trannies! You canât fool me! You should be ashamed!â