I havent been a student at IU in more than four years, still regardless I see the same small group of people following me whenever I take the bus, whenever I go to a store, counting the amount I spend, noting what I buy and noting the things I dont buy but look at. I bought two pairs of knit pants today, a pair of needle nose pliers, six small mirrors and 3 picture frames and spent exactly 40 dollars before tax. I paid 70 cents of tax at the dollar tree, and 2 dollars and ten cents at old navy. I went into sears also and tried on some leggings but they were too tight on my legs. I also tried on the pairs of pants I bought at old navy and I wore my rainbow socks that I hand knitted.
This one woman who followed me today who has followed me before has dykey short red hair but probably is homophobic (real lesbians have better hairdressers). Its drug store red. She seems to have a brain condition that makes her move very slowly. The man in the black hoodie had a shaved head with grey stubble and was missing the tip of his right index finger. They commented on how I must not be doing laundry in a public facility because I used quarters to pay my bus fare.
I put a lot of work into my homework and into learning the lesson materials presented in class. I showed that I could do the work no matter what my outside situation was, yet when an employer calls to verify my transcript, one of these nefarious individuals is the one to talk to them, after they have been on hold for a very long time, the dont come right out and tell them that basically by the way gender is viewed now Im pretty much a gay man, but they convey their horror at my total being in a way that even Parisians think Im creepy and Paris is the home of the worlds most insidious gay mafia.
I think had I not gotten confused (for a while I thought I had been changed from a man into a woman, and I did not immediately comprehend that I have always been a woman with or without a dick) they still would have targeted me for all this bs. And they still would have timed it for my periods.
Oh yeh, the couple on the bus mentioned that I told my grandma today that my periods are getting shorter in durration and longer apart, and I mentioned some vague menapausal simptoms indicating that they wont be able to track my periods for much longer.
Oh yeh, the picture, I had my diplomas in the two large frames but I moved them back into the red folder thing they gave me at my bachelors graduation.
