The irony of bathroom bills, which claim to keep those spaces safe, is that bathrooms were never safe. I hid in a closet, clenching my sphincter with three-year-old strength, to keep from having to go there. A trans woman in the next stall? How about mean girls making fun of the other women inside? Mothers who allow their young child to peek beneath the partitions, invading others' privacy? And why do restroom stalls have gaps between wall and floor, at the door if not to invite intrusion? Why do stalls meant for those of us with disabilities always seem neglected and not working? Why is the stall that's publicly visible when the door opens the only one available, and why is its door gap widest? Why are there no soap or towels? I need to wash my hands, dammit! Why do people spot the trans folks in there, but not the cis folks who actually molest children? With so many public restroom problems, why do we make up more?
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