I don't pass enough to use the women's restroom apparently. A doctor, another lady going into the bathroom both told me where that I was going to the women's bathroom and where the men's was, and I told them I knew. I figured the skirt and earrings and makeup and long hair and long socks would clue into the fact that I'm transgender and we could all get over this awkward moment, but they sent in security to go into the bathroom after me to tell me I was in the wrong one. I don't know if I was supposed to use the men's restroom while dressed in a skirt or what to do.

But along with that my insurance also gave me a really nice present, hrt! I should have had it months ago so I'm still pissed about that, but starting on my birthday is kinda symbolic, I guess?

And with starting hrt I reached my milestone to where I'd be okay going back to social media, but I think I can't stand everyone too much to go back.