BecomingJulie
Bluelight Crew
We all have to go to the toilet -- and some toilets are nicer than others. And many of the drugs we take affect the picture; whether it's by making you go more, by making it harder to go, or by making you not care where you go. And, let's face it, we all love filth (though there is a bit of a Zen thing going down with regard to the difference between shitting your pants and having shit your pants -- the former experience being distinctly less amusing for the protagonist at the time, than is suggested later when it is mentioned as the latter experience). There must surely be a rich seam of stories to be mined here!
Let me begin by praising the facilities at Via, Canal St., Manchester (just across the canal opposite Sackville Street Gardens). This is a transgender-friendly establishment, with the doors being labelled "Urinals" and "Toilets", and supplementary signage to the effect that anyone was welcome to use whichever subject to logistical considerations (there are devices, and device-free techniques, for cis women and pre-op trans men to pee standing up). Thus neatly sidestepping the usual dilemma of whether to go with one's presentation and risk being beaten up for being a pervert, or to go with one's birth-assigned sex and risk being beaten up for being a pervert.
Dishonourable mentions to First TransPennine Express for thinking that squeezing in an extra half a dozen seats is a good reason to provide only one toilet on a three-car train and then not even withdrawing the train from service when said facility is out of service (it's a good job I wasn't going all the way to Cleethorpes, isn't it?); and also to Manchester Piccadilly station for charging six bob for a necessary function.
Let me begin by praising the facilities at Via, Canal St., Manchester (just across the canal opposite Sackville Street Gardens). This is a transgender-friendly establishment, with the doors being labelled "Urinals" and "Toilets", and supplementary signage to the effect that anyone was welcome to use whichever subject to logistical considerations (there are devices, and device-free techniques, for cis women and pre-op trans men to pee standing up). Thus neatly sidestepping the usual dilemma of whether to go with one's presentation and risk being beaten up for being a pervert, or to go with one's birth-assigned sex and risk being beaten up for being a pervert.
Dishonourable mentions to First TransPennine Express for thinking that squeezing in an extra half a dozen seats is a good reason to provide only one toilet on a three-car train and then not even withdrawing the train from service when said facility is out of service (it's a good job I wasn't going all the way to Cleethorpes, isn't it?); and also to Manchester Piccadilly station for charging six bob for a necessary function.

