Strange day today... all around.
A friend who is always loud and exuberant was quiet and reserved on a phone call. Hmmm.
I read a financial update that looked very good, in light of the economy. Hmmmm.
I had to instruct my middle son to NOT leave his "cup" on the table. Or the kitchen counter. Or anywhere, except his room. Yikes.
And earlier, I was sitting in my office. It was about 4pm. Suddenly, I heard a man's voice in my living room. At first, I assume it's Walter. The front door was open, as it always is... I stand up. There is a man I don't know standing in my living room.
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My favorite, privileged white male response- Are you sure?
That says it all.
And I've heard it SO MANY times in SO MANY situations--at work, in stores.... Some guys have even tried to press it, wanting to push into the space to prove they're right and I'm wrong. Is this a peculiarly American thing ?
I would flip my shit if someone walked in our house. Don't you lock your doors?
I'd run for my 12 gauge if that happened to me. Strange, uninvited, men in a trans persons house is rarely a good thing. I wouldn't point it at him and I'd be sure he saw I had it before I confronted him.
The paranoia that has crept into my being since I transitioned disturbs me, yet I see no cure for it. At least not in the near term.