Morning again. Last night’s anger has melted into an aching in the chest. I have to go to work today. I will use the bathroom for aliens again, and I’ll caption calls as at ways, hoping no one will call and talk about “the gays” or the “transgenders” and how none of this was around back “in my day.”
But I have a new dress, my face is soft today, and we’re all aliens anyway. Some of us just have a hard time accepting it.