=Oh Look! It's a Transgirl in the Ladies Room!!! And Nothing Happened!!! (Again)=

I don't use the ladies room often, but on the rare occasion that I do, it's not because I get a kick out of it. I use it as a last resort. I don't know what kind of haven of erotic opportunities men imagine anyone's going to find in the ladies crapper. But let me tell you, it's no seraglio in there. There's nothing vaguely erotic about it whatsoever. It's a shithouse, for crissakes. You don't want to spend any more time in there than you absolutely have to. What's more, I don't have so much as a lesbian's sexual interest in women. There's more of a chance of me being sexually assaulted in a ladies room than of me assaulting anyone.

Looking as I do, I would create more of a disturbance in a men's room than I would in a ladies room. So the way I see it, I'm doing everyone a public service by quietly and unobtrusively using the ladies room. Do you really want to have to explain to your little boy "what's that lady doing in the men's room?"Are you ready to have that conversation? Do you want to risk putting ideas into his little head? Like, you know, maybe he would decide he'd like to be a woman, too. I wonder if the close-minded gender determinists who seek to ban transgender people from using the toilets corresponding to their expressed gender identity have thought that all the way through? 

As for the imagined theoretical peril that transwomen are posing in the ladies room, consider this. If they banned everyone from a public restroom based on what they might do, no one—gay, straight, man, woman, transgendered—would be allowed to go. We'd all have to hold it in until we busted. Then we'd all see how full of shit most of us are. Do we really want that? Well do we?