It wasn't my first time getting nabbed at a protest, but it was the first time I got put in a man's holding cell. It's an odd milestone, but I'll take it.
I can't wear a binder so this one cop kept sneering at me with a disgusted look on his face. Also I just started testosterone so I was a little more verbally aggressive (especially getting patted down) than I've been in the past. It was interesting because I felt calm and confident, rather than agitated. It was more a feeling of yeahwhateverness that made me mouthy.
A friend was freaked out and told me I should say I'm a girl next time. I won't repeat her reasoning since it warrants a trigger warning and I'm sure you can guess the gist of it. But she backed off when I said no thanks.
I almost don't even care that I can't bind. I'm on T and was arrested like a man. I had on a baggy button up and I felt like John Lurie in Down By Law. (Shhhh ... I look precisely nothing at all like John Lurie, but let me ride the feeling a little longer.)