Did my usual f&v run to the Queen Vic Market this morning, and I may just be a little too full of myself, but…
I don't usually like to go out in a figure-hugging t-shirt without a jacket because it feels a bit too revealing, but it was hot.
I swear that on no fewer than two occasions I caught a middle-aged man checking me out. Not the usual "Oh! Trans," double-take, but a sitcom-style clearly telegraphed looking me up and down.
Not sure how I feel about that. More data required.

