Anyway, today marks 2 years since I started taking blockers and I haven't regretted a second of it.

Happy IDAHOBIT! (I don't think that's a thing people say? In fact, it may be in poor taste? Sorry, it's just a convenient milestone day that I personally celebrate.)

And to those who cannot be out today, whether you're not ready or it's simply not safe - I want to say that we see you, we are with you, and that this day is also for you. There is so much joy on the other side of fear. 🏳️‍⚧️

Being public in this environment is always going to come at some personal cost. But the only way that we have ever won something as a community is by fighting for it, by being visible, public and loud.

The timing is important because if you get one when they're popular they're no longer fringe.

I don't know if I've ever dreamed of darkness? That seems horrifying without the noises.

My "inside ma'am" confirmed the 4 stalls aren't really ever full, so it seems that some people just like the privacy.

This is all so unimportant. Writing it here gets it out of my head, though, so I don't have to think about it and have it be yet another (tiny) source of work anxiety.

It's frustrating, like I can't say anything, but then the men's bathroom stalls keep being occupied and I can't pee standing up.

Maybe the women's stalls keep being occupied, too? We have an imbalance on my floor so that's possible. I need to investigate. Confirmation will make me feel better.

It keeps being occupied by quite a number of people (I've seen 3 so far today) who may just be using it because it's the most private.

I'm the only one with a _visible_ disability and I'm the only _open_ non-binary person here. I cant know for sure they don't need it, though.