“Oh, lordy have mercy! A vagina just walked in the room.”
“There goes the neighborhood,” Dustin snarked, scrunching his face in agreement with Eric’s comment before prancing off to the bar for another cosmo.
Sometimes they just forget. Or, if I’m standing around near a group of guys I don’t know well yet, they probably don’t know. Unless I’m wearing my Three-Holed Faggot shirt or am naked, it’s not like anyone can tell I have a cunt. I’m just one of the guys to them. Usually one of the guys people like hanging out with, even. They assume I’m cisgender, and I don’t go out of my way to correct them.
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