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Did go out, though this was essentially a 2h trip to the Hip Club, concluding line was too long for the interaction between temperature and clothing, and heading home. Five people tried to sell me drugs. More relevant, along the way I was catcalled and propositioned for the first time in meatspace, as well as trailed by some creepy scammer guy. It was validating for me and it is messed up that it was. The evening well worth it from more experience in navigating public spaces when occasionally blending as a woman.

Relevant here: I never felt safe with strange men (expecting them to bash me for being GNC), but it is different now because some of them actually might see me as a target. It feels less safe to walk alone, I watch out more and I recognize that if going home too drunk and alone, something really might happen. I won’t refrain from enjoying my Babylon, and as a feminist I knew on an intellectual level it was like this. Getting now a first sip of it on an emotional level. All in all, while not a good thing per se, the experience is meaningful and I cherish the path that took me there.