One of my greatest concerns with the aesthetic changes associated with hormone therapy? Ending up in male-only spaces, like locker rooms and public restrooms.
Because apparently individuals in these spaces have the potential to be downright weird, bizarre, and creepy.
Just yesterday I spent some time studying at the downtown library. Eventually, I had to use the restroom. There were a few stalls leading back to a fourth, larger stall. Since the restroom only had one occupant (a guy sitting in the stall directly next to the larger stall), I darted to the larger stall.
As I engaged in my business, my phone vibrated. I checked it, selected "ignore" with the intention to call them back - and then I noticed something unusual in my peripheral vision. I caught a glimpse of activity beneath the stall divider to my left, near the floor.
It looked like the top of a head, upside down, darting up quickly.
I was stunned. And stuck, wishing that I could just stop what I'd started, pull my knickers up, and run off.
I hoped that maybe my mind had played tricks on me, and maybe it wasn't the top of a head. But very soon and a second time, I saw the top of a head begin to emerge and, before I could see eyes, the occupant to my left sat up again.
And then I felt adrenaline. I thought, something is wrong with this person. I wasn't sure what to do, what to say, how to react. It was just me and this weirdo in the basement bathroom.
And then, I started to see the top of a head slowly creeping down towards the floor a third time. Slowly, slowly... and then: upside-down eye-contact.
Just like this! Except for the fact that his head didn't come out -as- far: just enough to make quick eye contact. And I wasn't holding a plate of food: I was holding a phone. And the toilet I sat on was quite a bit further away from the stall door, making me feel even more exposed. Aside from those three flaws, the image above is a spot-on portrayal.
It was quick. He sat up again.
At this point I pulled my knickers up. As I swiftly darted out of the restroom I caught a glimpse of him, sitting on the toilet, pants completely on, with his stall door open about 3 inches. I decided not to wash my hands and just left.
IT WAS SO BIZARRE.
In hindsight, I should have reported it to the library security - but I was caught off-guard. And by the time it dawned on me, I was long gone.
Hormone Therapy Acne Update
I received my acne.org goodies and have been following good their benzoyl-peroxide-lovin'-flesh-scolding regimen. I've discovered that my tender face is extremely sensitive to the stuff. I'm supposed to work up to two full pumps of 2.5% benzoyl peroxide per application, but I can only get away with 3/4th of a pump, BARELY, and maybe only once a day instead of twice. Otherwise my skin becomes red and flaky. It was so bad in San Diego that I thought I had a sun burn and my friend, Jude, alerted me to the existence of a magical elixir called Aloe Vera that I ended up slathering all over my not-charred-but-irritated flesh.
Once back in Utah, I reduced the amount I'd been using (down to 3/4th pump a day) and have been caking on the moisturizer which has helped quite a bit. And I bring some moisturizer with me on the go, just in case.
Besides these cons, my skin is much clearer. Hopefully, I'll eventually adapt.
I'm working on obtaining my first ever driver's license - finally. The only transportation vehicles I've ever owned have been bicycles. So I've never been interested in acquiring one. But now that Salt Lake City has a city-wide car share program, I'm suddenly interested in having one.
Also, I had a job interview at a local coffee shop earlier today. I was hired on the spot. Swell! So, as of this morning, I have my first job as a barista.
One more side note, I'm very excited to be returning to school. I received an acceptance letter last week from Westminster College, a school I never ever imagined realistically going to. It's an expensive and private liberal arts college. I was told that due to receiving good grades at the community college, I'd be offered enough in financial aid and scholarships to realistically attend. I intend to try, at least. And if it doesn't economically work out, I can transfer to the more-affordable University of Utah. Today Jude and I perused campus and I met with a financial aid advisor. And Thursday I meet with an academic advisor specific to possibly majoring in neuropsychology. This is surreal.
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