weeknight sneak out

I hit the Blue Moon on a second Tuesday for the vinyl edition of DJs in a Dive Bar. (The fourth Tuesday is open decks with CDJs, etc.) Folks, those house grooves — literal grooves! — are my choonz. I shall not rest until I get at least one friend to join me.

I wasn't that social because like a trippin' fool I was staring at the hundreds or maybe thousands of stickers and other objects on the walls. My favorite? A paper USPS label with trans glyphs on it and, "Because fuck you, that's why" written on it in black Sharpie.

To diagram that for you, "Why?" as in, "Why transition?" or "Why are you trans?" is among the most common questions that trans people get asked. I promise you that we're all tired of it no matter how young we are. Good answers include:

1. If you have to ask, you'll never know.
2. It doesn't matter.
3. Why not? Those two questions have the same answer; it's just that cis people never think about the latter.

I impersonated a responsible adult and walked out the door around 2100. My bus timing was nearly perfect on the way there and the way home. I take that as a sign that it was meant to be. Metro magic.