I'd rather have a gallon of organizing than a gallon of gas
Look at this picture and tell my furries are all bad
Name changes should be free and you should be able to do it over the phone or via a single online form. Fuck the government and may every stalker fall down and bleed out.
Having a government name is Involuntary. For trans people who change their name, being constantly outed by the government because of this, is a necessary step in ensuring your survival: at work, filling out government forms, and in many monetized social settings.
All this is to get at the difficulty of the name change process. I had to physically go there. Pay a lot of money to file it. And then go home, just to make an appointment for a later court date. over the coming weeks, I'll need to publish the name change in a newspaper, and return to court again, at the minimum. And in this relatively short amount of vulnerable time, I was harassed, unwelcomely touched, and stalked.
Since he was following me I made my first destination a business because I knew he couldn't do too much if we were in a public space. before going inside I looked back to check if he was really following me. he had taken a few steps into the parking lot, so I knew he wasn't just walking the same way as me at this point. I went in the front door and right out an alternate door where I was out of site, made several confusing turns and went home.
Fortunately I had already been considering my evasive maneuvers in both cases, whether he had followed me or stayed on the bus, there were a few things to consider. If he had stayed on the bus. I needed to look like I was going in a different direction than my home until the bus was out of sight so he couldn't get hints at where I lived. in this case since he followed me, I had to do something trickier to evade him.
Throughout all of this, only me and this man have said anything. everyone just sits by in silence, not even looking at us. I'm currently pissed at those people who let this just be my problem to deal with alone. Anyway I got off the bus just hoping he wouldn't get off too. looking back repeatedly I don't see him behind me. But as I get about 60 feet away, I see him getting off the bus.
This was a crowded bus. lots of people chose not to say _ Anything _ when this happened. I responded loudly "I AM PHYSICALLY FINE. DO NOT LEAN ON ME." and he went back to his original seat. At his orginal seat which was about 4 feet from me, he began to cough horrible phlegmy coughs, and took his mask off about 3 coughs in. then he coughed more and sneezed. I was very close to my stop, so I pulled the stop cord aggressively.
This interaction is strictly me being nice. I didn't offer any consent to anything beyond the normal bounds of human interaction. But his reaction, is to wait for like 10 seconds of silence, and then walk over to the seat next to me, lean his whole bodyweight onto me, putting his face against my shoulder and say, "are you okay?" again. (the story ends without further unwanted touching, just for anyone who's getting nervous reading) (continued)