I am sorry to admit but I caught my self judging a perfectly innocent girl. I was at the gas station fueling up and went in to get the receipt. In front of me, in line, stood this 6'1'' silhouette of a girl bit on the muscular end but with all curves in the proper order. She was wearing long summer dress and high heels, nothing out of ordinary, but I started to scrutinize her appearance wanting to glimpse onto her face to determine TG or GG. She felt different, I was scanning from head to toe and finally got to see her face. Nothing gave in to the TG label, she was all as far as I can tell an honest girl, real, genetic. But I kept on scanning for something which would give her away. She paid and grabbed a case of Budweiser beer which she was paying for, I said, Aha, got ya! Budweiser and a case at that, you got to be a bloke. But she wasn't. Perfectly womanly woman, way taller than norm going about her business buying some beer which she likes. But look at me, I am suppose to be the one who is non judgmental, who doesn't look into book covers to decipher context. I caught my self doing what nature build in as a "default software". Every day we do it to judge obstacles, danger, direction, friend or phony, genetic or trans. If I was capable of scrutinizing this way what about all the others less tolerant and familiar with our condition. It really made me depressed and angry.
