I didn't realize how much I've come to rely on using disabled public toilets until it stopped being an option.
Having to use my passport name (and the F on that passport, showing I failed my gender assignment) yesterday made it dangerous to pass too well (and I can't be bothered now, I'm on vacation). But also I have facial hair obvious now even when I wear a mask, and the only public toilets I've been challenged in are ladies' ones (trans men aren't exempt from transmisogyny).
So what to do?
Yesterday I just ran in to the nearest bathroom before I could find much less read the signs.
There was no one in there, so I didn't know which one I was in until I came out of the cubicle. By which time it was full of other guys.
I was really aware of my chest but it helped to have been told by D earlier that when the airport security theatre staff had to choose between The Two Genders as I went through, he clicked on 'male'.
These guys didn't seem to mind me washing my hands and leaving.
Today I was pleased to note that there were toilets by the pool/bar, so people don't have to go all the way back to their rooms. I stood in front of the two doors first panicking slightly and then struggling to identify which of the symbols had a triangle for its waist and which has a rectangle (the contrast could be better! and why are the signs small and high up??).
I chose bravely. And my bravery was rewarded by it being a single-occupancy bathroom! Sigh, why make me agonize at all then?
@bright_helpings ugh i hate when they gender single occupancy bathrooms! its inefficient and causes so much unnecessary stress
