WHAT I SAW IN MY HIGH SCHOOL RESTROOM
TWO LESBIANS MAKING LOVE IN THE HANDICAPPED STALL
A TRANSGENDERED GUY CHECKING HIS GAFF AND TUCK AFTER SPRAYING DOWN A WALL BEING HIGH AS HELL
A GIRL TRYING TO TIE OFF AND SHOOT UP
A N UNOCCUPIED TOILET STALL SMEARED WITH FECAL MATTER AND RUNNING OVER
A PERSON OF UNSPECIFIED GENDER TRYING TO SMOKE SOMETHING...
EXCREMENT SMEARED ON THE WALLS AND THROWN ON THE CEILING
PROFANITY COVERING THE WALLS OF THE STALLI WAS FINALLY ABLE TO USE
WTF!
THIS WAS IN 1968
I DECIDED IT WOULD BE EASIER TO USE THE BUSHES IN AN OBSCURE CORNER OUTSIDE SO THAT IS WHAT I DID.
NO WAY WAS I USING THE FACULTY RESTROOM. NO TELLING WHO WAS IN THERE OR WHAT I MIGHT FIND.
TRANSGENDER RESTROOMS? NO PROBLEM.
THE ONLY REASON I WASN'T JUMPED?
BECAUSE I CARRIED AN ICE PICK DISCRETELY PINNED TO THE ARM OF MY HOODIE AND I KEPT A FOLDED STRAIGHT RAZOR IN MY SOCK.
I ALSO KEPT TO MYSELF,BEING INVISIBLE AND WAS TO BE FOUND IN THE LIBRARY,THE LUNCHROOM CHILLING WITH THE LUNCH LADIES OR THE BAND HALL SAWING STRINGS ON MY VIOLIN --THE THREE MAIN REASONS I EVEN BOTHERED TO ATTEND.
WHEN I GRADUATED THE ONLY JOB SKILL I HAD WAS PLAYING VIOLIN AND THAT WAS SURPASSED BY THE MOOG.
I HAVE A LOT MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT THAN #LGBTs IN RESTROOMS.
AND WHAT KIND OF PARENT DOESN'T TEACH THEIR KIDS HOW O DEFEND THEMSELVES. MY DAD SURE DID AND I WAS NEVER SET UPON IN PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL BUT I DIDN'T GO OUT OF MY WAY TO CALL ATTENTION TO MYSELF EITHER -- A SKILL THAT WOULD SERVE ME WELL LATER IN LIFE.
LIFE WAS LIKE THAT FOR ME.
TWO LESBIANS MAKING LOVE IN THE HANDICAPPED STALL
A TRANSGENDERED GUY CHECKING HIS GAFF AND TUCK AFTER SPRAYING DOWN A WALL BEING HIGH AS HELL
A GIRL TRYING TO TIE OFF AND SHOOT UP
A N UNOCCUPIED TOILET STALL SMEARED WITH FECAL MATTER AND RUNNING OVER
A PERSON OF UNSPECIFIED GENDER TRYING TO SMOKE SOMETHING...
EXCREMENT SMEARED ON THE WALLS AND THROWN ON THE CEILING
PROFANITY COVERING THE WALLS OF THE STALLI WAS FINALLY ABLE TO USE
WTF!
THIS WAS IN 1968
I DECIDED IT WOULD BE EASIER TO USE THE BUSHES IN AN OBSCURE CORNER OUTSIDE SO THAT IS WHAT I DID.
NO WAY WAS I USING THE FACULTY RESTROOM. NO TELLING WHO WAS IN THERE OR WHAT I MIGHT FIND.
TRANSGENDER RESTROOMS? NO PROBLEM.
THE ONLY REASON I WASN'T JUMPED?
BECAUSE I CARRIED AN ICE PICK DISCRETELY PINNED TO THE ARM OF MY HOODIE AND I KEPT A FOLDED STRAIGHT RAZOR IN MY SOCK.
I ALSO KEPT TO MYSELF,BEING INVISIBLE AND WAS TO BE FOUND IN THE LIBRARY,THE LUNCHROOM CHILLING WITH THE LUNCH LADIES OR THE BAND HALL SAWING STRINGS ON MY VIOLIN --THE THREE MAIN REASONS I EVEN BOTHERED TO ATTEND.
WHEN I GRADUATED THE ONLY JOB SKILL I HAD WAS PLAYING VIOLIN AND THAT WAS SURPASSED BY THE MOOG.
I HAVE A LOT MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT THAN #LGBTs IN RESTROOMS.
AND WHAT KIND OF PARENT DOESN'T TEACH THEIR KIDS HOW O DEFEND THEMSELVES. MY DAD SURE DID AND I WAS NEVER SET UPON IN PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL BUT I DIDN'T GO OUT OF MY WAY TO CALL ATTENTION TO MYSELF EITHER -- A SKILL THAT WOULD SERVE ME WELL LATER IN LIFE.
LIFE WAS LIKE THAT FOR ME.