A week or so before the dreaded "time of the month," I sortof turn into a jerk. It's no good, because I'm mean to people I'm close to, and then just a couple seconds later, I'm like, "Wtf did I say that for?"
Anyway, I'm experiencing it now, and it actually did something good for me! This guy I know who's prone to making unintentionally transphobic comments said something about an FTM having "lesbian sex." When I tried to say, "It's not lesbian sex if one of the people is a guy," he was like, "Well if it was videotaped, and then they showed it to someone who...uh...didn't know, that person would call it lesbian sex." He knew what was wrong with that statement, but he just wants to invalidate my gender identity because he's about 5'3 and I'm 5'6 or 5'7, and he has a Napoleon complex.
Usually, I would just keep arguing and being logical. But the emotions came pouring in, and I said, while walking away, "I'm seriously going to punch you in the ****ing face, you need to stay over there."
I didn't see the look on his face, but I have a feeling it was priceless.