I love how in his narrative she goes straight from the orphanage to their marital bed. You creepy, creepy fuck.

what a vile little man he is.

It is probably even less healthy when your first response to “how has your wife changed you” is “I made her life better” and the second response is “she gives me a lot of pleasure”.

Ick. Now I have to take another shower. Why did I read this?

Everything about this post gives me the barfs.

You’re saying how you changed her. How has she changed you?

I will drink a goddamn TWO LITER of Mountain Dew while browsing the aisles aimlessly and pee ANYWHERE I PLEASE.

And it’s not like the ladies room has urinals so some perv could sneak a peak. I don’t think these assholes realize how unsexy a ladies room really is.

It’s commendable that you’re trying to bring logic and reason into this discussion. But we all know how THAT will end up going.

Here’s a larger one that might fit your monitor better:

I said something similar, but, statistically speaking, they are more at danger in their own evangelical home, around family members, than in a public bathroom.

Near as I can figure this is what’s really going on:

Hold your small child as it pisses against the wheel of your car like my mother did with us on long journeys.

riiiiiight? Like... guys. You were the predators you were worried about all along.

I get the point of this to like, explain it to the numbskulls. But I hate that it’s relying on the fact that these men are passing, when there are plenty of trans folks who don’t pass as well who still deserve our support and protection.

UGH ITS ALL SO FRUSTRATING

This is what I don’t get. Like, congratulations, you proved that you can go into a restroom where each stall has a door so you can’t see anyone else peeing and, wait for it, peed.

I like how they claim to be worried about privacy and safety...then that asshole posts a selfie that includes women in restroom.

Their own language? It’s mostly fart noises and the internal scream of impotent rage. ;-)

Here’s the thing. Straight men, without fail, every night it seems like, will wait at the intersection of Wellesley & Church (boystown here in “the Six”) and yell obscenities as they make a left turn northbound onto Church St. One time one of them missed the turning light and this big old drag queen showed up out of…

It’s not like there’s a DNA scanning force field at the door that prevents literally anyone from just... walking in, regardless of their intentions. It’s a public restroom, not a bank vault in the Matrix.