We’re in New Orleans on a mini vacation/business trip for Candace. She has a conference to attend and her beloved Cowboys were playing the Saints so she roped me into going with her and staying a few days past the conference to sight see. I like to travel but I get a lot of anxiety around it for a multitude of reasons, my gender being a big one. I always feel uneasy when I leave the comforts and familiarity of my home galaxy. I didn’t really think New Orleans would pose any special or unique challenges but I was wrong. Navigating the women’s restrooms here has been a challenge I’m not used to at home. At the football game a lady told me very sternly that this was the women’s room to which I replied by grabbing my boobs and saying “I am a woman”. Well, not really but I’m not going in the men’s room at a football game so whatever. She looked puzzled and just said “oh sorry.” It happened twice at a museum yesterday too. The first time the lady said she knew I was female and only wanted to assure me I was in the right place. Ok, whatever.
It’s making me paranoid to use a public toilet now. We’re with a couple of Candace’s work friends and I’d hate to have them witness this indignity I’m experiencing here. And I can’t really go into the men’s room with them around either. Personally, I’m ready to get back on my spaceship and Buck Rogers out of here but we have a couple more days to go. Until then I just keep my ID on me and hope for the best.